Called to let them know I'd be there in 15 minutes. The Minuteman Press is gone so the only real reference is that it's the last door on the right, no signage aside from the door numbering. Parked in the back lot. Called when I was right by the entrance. They, there were two of them (both seriously lacking in the looks department and I've seen some absolute dogs - think Asian Deliverance, facial asymmetry, teeth of Cerberus), opened the door and let me in.
Nancy, likely in her mid to late fifties trying to dress for her thirties and not succeeding, with too much makeup, not great looking, poorly dressed, took me to my curtained room which seemed clean. I should have left.
Instead, I undressed and lay down. She comes in and places a condom on the table. No check, no questions, she thought she knew what I was there for.
I asked what she offered. $100 for CFS. I wasn't about to stick my dick in this troll. Shitty massage. Shitty handjob. $30 for a tip and a chuckle at the money I had just wasted. Never again.