Mediocre massage and poor extras
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I fancied a change and I'd heard this place had been opened by the same people who ran Yonlada Thai at Marsh, Huddersfield. I called - and yes - they had spaces.
Unless you're quite sure where you're going, this might be tricky to find (I'll come back to that...remember that bit) but go down Commercial Street and it's inside a weird little tunnel/wide alleyway next to North's Deli and a hairdressers... nearly opposite Card Warehouse. Go down this and there's a black door on the left with Benja Thai in those cheap plastic stick on letters you can buy at ironmongers and are often seen on wheelie bins. Try opening it, it's probably unlocked and you probably don't want to be standing there.
Things get much better inside. It's nicely enough decorated but...and here's a big caveat, they aren't too bothered about keeping customers away from each other. In fact the room I was in was almost a corridor with interconnecting doors. You could hear other guys and see them wandering room to room.
So OK, here is why I didn't get the girl's name. She recognised me as a Yonlada regular and it was the owner who may or may not be called Yonlada. I'm aware of three names she went by at Yonlada and didn't like to ask her as it would have killed the mood when we recognised each other.
I'd always got on well with her and she was pleased to see me it seemed - and I didn't ask for anyone else, should have done really. It wasn't great.
First the massage was mediocre. Then, for quite a time she was answering her phone arguing with another customer on his way who couldn't find the place. Very rude that - and a relaxing massage it wasn't.
No swiping to speak of really. I wasn't relaxed, but on turning over she asked what I wanted. I remembered that she had let me rub her bum and stuff whilst giving me hand job, but this time she said that it was £30. I was surprised, but thought it would be worth it, as I used to get a good service from her. No, not this time, it was very not special. She really hurried to make me blow my load.
There was no chance of a shower, but I dried myself off and left feeling let down. I did get to rub her bum a little, but it just wasn't the same and did not last long (partly my fault, of course). I felt obliged to leave as she was rushing out of the room once I'd cum - it was obvious that she was busy and I clocked I'd been in there twenty minutes.
So, that's was twenty minutes instead of half an hour - and at least five minutes of her taking calls and arguing on the phone. I'm not saying that I won't be back, but I will be requesting someone else... well OK, it won't be this year.
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