Too much traffic
I hit this place over the weekend. Parked on side street a couple of blocks away. I went to the front door (completely covered with something like wrapping paper), rang the bell, and (I presume) Shishi opened the door, let me in, immediately squeezed my goods, and led me into the first room. Room had a full-length curtain over the doorway, and a sliding door which reassured me greatly. She wanted 60 for the hour, but I took the half for 50... still too much.
She was dressed in a tank top with her ample boobage spilling out the sides. After returning from wherever they run to hide their money (never very effective, according to bust reports in the paper), we negotiate for the full deal -- her English was not great, but she understood the raised index figure. Again, too much; I must learn to negotiate better. Thankfully, her second trip to the "bank" was brief.
This is a fast house, make no mistake. She wanted one and done, and popped out of her clothes in a flash. Not so fast, I want to nuzzle those puppies. Nice ones, I can't tell real from fake with any authority but they were fun. I positioned her on the table for an inspection of her nether regions -- very lightly furred. I gave a quick lick, but she tasted so awful that I couldn't bring myself to daty, which I usually enjoy. Oh well. She hopped up and lubed herself, gave just enough bj to apply the condom, and went through the triathlon -- cg, doggie, mish.
The downside, which is why I won't be back: the place is like Grand Central Station. (Actually, GCS is the post office; Grand Central Terminal is the railroad depot. Little-known fact.) The phone must have rung four or five times in the brief (25 minutes) time I was there, and at least two visitors came to the front door. Thankfully, as we were starting to get into it, she ignored the call that came at that inopportune time. There were two other girls there, I believe, but I didn't see either of them.
She was apologetic about how busy the place was, but didn't (appear to) speak English well enough to respond to my question about when is a quieter time. Clearly, Saturday afternoon is no time for leisurely pursuits here! She offered me a water as I dressed, and escorted me out the back door, indicating that I should use that door in the future. Shishi didn't see the young Asian man sitting on the curb back there, no doubt from the sushi restaurant next door, but he saw me. I gotta believe he's wise to the activity.
premises: 6/10 (clean, solid doors, much too activity on a main street)
face: 5/10
body: 8/10 (if you like busty, petite Asians with no backside)
action: 6/10 (no "you come now" talk, thankfully)
return: nah.