I found myself somewhat close to Sunshine Spa one night. I was a bit tipsy and a bit horny - and not expected home until late. So, I decided to check it out. It was my first time going there. I called ahead to see who was available and a guy answered the phone - which threw me. Itโs usually a female that answers. Anyways, I ask whoโs on and he says โweโve got like fourteen girls man, come see themโ. I asked how many have implants - thatโs a must for me. โI donโt know that manโ. Hmm. My spidey-senses were telling me not to. But, the picture of Harley had me really turned on. So fuck it, I hop on the TTC.
Very short walk from Finch West Station. I knew I was spoiled by Pure and Perla, my usual places. But this place was really underwhelming. Three men are in the lobby. I get the impression they all work there? It wasnโt a good vibe. He asks me to pay the room fee, which was $40 for 30min. Iโm used to paying the whole thing up front. I ask how much do I pay the girl, he says โit depends on the girl. What do you want?โ I tell him, then he says youโd have to discuss it with her. Okay... I'm glad I told you that.
Anyways, Iโm taken to a room, which is next to another room full of girls. He sorta barks at them โladies, say helloโ. I didnโt like his attitude. I was considering bailing. So far, everything felt dirty. I mean that figuratively. In a literal sense, the place seems really clean.
Anyways, I meet a dozen or more girls. One of them really shocked me, she had to be in her fifties.
Among them is Harley. Sheโs really hot. After I meet them all, he asks who I want to see. I say that Harley has my interest, so he grabs her and we discuss a price up front. Iโm so out of my comfort zone that I think what I might have blurted out was something like โI basically want a massage, you know, we rub our bodies against each other, I play with your boobsโ. I swear what I just typed is more coherent than what I said. Anyways, she says $100. I say sure. And she escorts me back to the lobby, around a corner, down a hall, down another hall, then to a room.
She tells me to shower and sheโll be back in a few minutes.
I shower, and the shower stinks. I think it smells of body odour, maybe? I don't know what it was. It was pretty bad. The rest of the room smelled okay.
I set on the bed and wait, and wait and wait. Iโm not sure how long I wait. Eventually, I realize the clock on the wall, while ticking and the second hand is jumping, isnโt actually keeping time. So, I go over to my phone, and I start the timer.
I sit back down and wait and wait some more. That's when I started realizing how unclean the room is. There's dust everywhere. It's just dust, but it got me wondering. Now, Iโm not a good judgement of time, but it was a loooong wait. She finally comes in, apologizing for long wait. She asks me to take care of her, which takes me a second to register that she means pay her now. I do.
We get down to business with a massage. It wasnโt bad. Then she asks questions about what I like when I get a message, and I fill her in. Iโm starting to feel more comfortable now. We flip, and sheโs great with her hands. I have to ask her to slow down a few times because Iโm already close. She clues in that I love fake boobs, we talk about them, we play with them. Itโs all great. I actually ended up having a really good time in the end. Eventually, mission is successful. Then, almost seconds later - I hear an angry guy in the hall yell โHarley, hurry up!โ She looks upset that sheโs taken so long. I didnโt realize it was so long. Time flew! She apologizes. Tells me I don't need to hurry, take as long as I need to clean up. But she has to jet. She was about to leave, it seemed. Then as if she nearly forgot, she sets her stuff down and starts cleaning the room while I shower. Apologizing again, she says her goodbyes. I stay a while longer to try to get the rest of the oil off, but whatever soap it was just wasnโt cutting it.
After Iโm as clean as I can be (and for as long as I can stand the smell) I get out, dry off. I do take my time drying, because I know itโs cold outside. Finally, I leave. Iโm escorted out by some guy I havenโt seen yet. That was weird.
I go outside, and start walking back to the subway. It wasn't until I left the parking-lot that I remember I have the timer running on my phone. I check: 30min had passed. I couldnโt believe it. No wonder it seemed like it was so fast, it was fast! Now, remember: I waited a a fair time after I started the timer before she came in... and I took my sweet time leaving. It could easily have been over ten minutes since I heard the guy yelling for Harley from the hall.
So, in a nutshell - this place sucks. Harley, she was pretty cool. If it was a different venue, Iโd would consider repeating.
The pics on their site must have been taken when her boobs were newer, theyโve settled a lot since then. I think she said they were around 450cc's.
http://www.sunshinespa.ca/profile/HARLEY/146#ad-image-0
Very short walk from Finch West Station. I knew I was spoiled by Pure and Perla, my usual places. But this place was really underwhelming. Three men are in the lobby. I get the impression they all work there? It wasnโt a good vibe. He asks me to pay the room fee, which was $40 for 30min. Iโm used to paying the whole thing up front. I ask how much do I pay the girl, he says โit depends on the girl. What do you want?โ I tell him, then he says youโd have to discuss it with her. Okay... I'm glad I told you that.
Anyways, Iโm taken to a room, which is next to another room full of girls. He sorta barks at them โladies, say helloโ. I didnโt like his attitude. I was considering bailing. So far, everything felt dirty. I mean that figuratively. In a literal sense, the place seems really clean.
Anyways, I meet a dozen or more girls. One of them really shocked me, she had to be in her fifties.
Among them is Harley. Sheโs really hot. After I meet them all, he asks who I want to see. I say that Harley has my interest, so he grabs her and we discuss a price up front. Iโm so out of my comfort zone that I think what I might have blurted out was something like โI basically want a massage, you know, we rub our bodies against each other, I play with your boobsโ. I swear what I just typed is more coherent than what I said. Anyways, she says $100. I say sure. And she escorts me back to the lobby, around a corner, down a hall, down another hall, then to a room.
She tells me to shower and sheโll be back in a few minutes.
I shower, and the shower stinks. I think it smells of body odour, maybe? I don't know what it was. It was pretty bad. The rest of the room smelled okay.
I set on the bed and wait, and wait and wait. Iโm not sure how long I wait. Eventually, I realize the clock on the wall, while ticking and the second hand is jumping, isnโt actually keeping time. So, I go over to my phone, and I start the timer.
I sit back down and wait and wait some more. That's when I started realizing how unclean the room is. There's dust everywhere. It's just dust, but it got me wondering. Now, Iโm not a good judgement of time, but it was a loooong wait. She finally comes in, apologizing for long wait. She asks me to take care of her, which takes me a second to register that she means pay her now. I do.
We get down to business with a massage. It wasnโt bad. Then she asks questions about what I like when I get a message, and I fill her in. Iโm starting to feel more comfortable now. We flip, and sheโs great with her hands. I have to ask her to slow down a few times because Iโm already close. She clues in that I love fake boobs, we talk about them, we play with them. Itโs all great. I actually ended up having a really good time in the end. Eventually, mission is successful. Then, almost seconds later - I hear an angry guy in the hall yell โHarley, hurry up!โ She looks upset that sheโs taken so long. I didnโt realize it was so long. Time flew! She apologizes. Tells me I don't need to hurry, take as long as I need to clean up. But she has to jet. She was about to leave, it seemed. Then as if she nearly forgot, she sets her stuff down and starts cleaning the room while I shower. Apologizing again, she says her goodbyes. I stay a while longer to try to get the rest of the oil off, but whatever soap it was just wasnโt cutting it.
After Iโm as clean as I can be (and for as long as I can stand the smell) I get out, dry off. I do take my time drying, because I know itโs cold outside. Finally, I leave. Iโm escorted out by some guy I havenโt seen yet. That was weird.
I go outside, and start walking back to the subway. It wasn't until I left the parking-lot that I remember I have the timer running on my phone. I check: 30min had passed. I couldnโt believe it. No wonder it seemed like it was so fast, it was fast! Now, remember: I waited a a fair time after I started the timer before she came in... and I took my sweet time leaving. It could easily have been over ten minutes since I heard the guy yelling for Harley from the hall.
So, in a nutshell - this place sucks. Harley, she was pretty cool. If it was a different venue, Iโd would consider repeating.
The pics on their site must have been taken when her boobs were newer, theyโve settled a lot since then. I think she said they were around 450cc's.
http://www.sunshinespa.ca/profile/HARLEY/146#ad-image-0