VITALITY SPA MASSAGE

Had to try this place out today. A very nice large, new, set up! Lee greeted me in the lobby! Asked for 60 minutes and took my $60. In the room, waited a bit but she came in and did just a light finger tip massage! A tease for while, no panties on so i had full access to her lubed up box! She asked me to flip! Negotiated $160 for everything! Started out Ok since she has a nice body and a tight box. A little ACG to RACG to lazy dog and that was it! Did not want to remove her clothes! Really no boobs at all and some nice nips!
The worst part was we were only 25-30 minutes into the session and she said all done! She had another customer waiting! I told her I paid for 60 minutes and would like a bit more massage and she said next time ask for 30?? Not very good customer service! I just left at this point!
She does have potential but is too greedy for me!

I was driving home from work one night when out of the corner of my eye I saw some colorful lights. Now that we’re in the Christmas season I could have just assumed that they were just decoration. But the lights were coming from a dark industrial park. So, like a moth to the flame, I turned around to investigate. Sure enough, to my delight the lights were coming from the windows of Vitality Spa. Since I just got off work, I wasn’t ready for a massage right then but I made a mental note to probe further.
When I got home, I spent a couple minutes online and I realized that there are two faces to Vitality Spa. The webpage face they put on to show their legit customers that they perform therapeutic massage and their bedpage/rubratings face to appeal to the mongers like myself with all the standard photos of scantly clad Asian models that don’t actually work there. I also noticed that there were two different phone numbers. I assume this gives them a hint as to why you’re calling.
Since the spa is close to my home, I decided to call the bedpage number the following morning to make an appointment. When I entered , the first thing I noticed was how clean and new everything looked. Then a small, covid-masked Asian woman came out to greet me. She took my $60 (ONE HOUR) house fee and verified my temperature with their touchless thermometer gizmo. Satisfied, she lead me to a small room down the hall. I continued to be impressed with the cleanliness.
The actual set-up of the room was strange. In order to be able to open and close the door, the bed was pushed all the way to one side. Almost against the wall with no room to perform massage from the wall side. Weird. The woman said that this room was her preferred room for morning massages because it was the warmest. I did appreciate that aspect. I also noticed that she had two cell phones. Probably one for each phone number.
As she started on me face down, I chatted her up to find out that she spoke very good English and that her name was Amy. There was nothing really special about her therapeutic skills but her soft hands were nice. She answered a phone call in the room during the session. I quickly knew which phone she answered because I could hear the callers less-than-subtle line of questioning and her abrupt, “you come in. I have customer now” response. After about 10 minutes she asked me to flip. I was a little surprised that not only did it seem too soon but she also didn’t wipe off the oil like others typically do. So I asked her about the oil. She agreed and left to get the warm towel. Maybe it slipped her mind.
After wiping me down I flipped over and she continued her massage with some ‘accidental’ bumps and teases inside my thighs before grabbing hold of the goods. As she was working it, I asked to see her tits. It turns out that they were practically non-existent, to be blunt. Anyway, I had been saving up and busted one out pretty quick. She cleans me up and continues for about another 5 minutes and tells me, “done”. Now we were only about 20 minutes into my hour at this point and I explain this to her. So she reluctantly continued. After about another 5 minutes I ask if she could rub out another one for me. As I said, I’d been saving up and I felt like I had more in the tank. She responds with “how much?”. I hand her $60. Which I felt was generous. She agreed with a hint of a scoff. With just slightly more effort than the first time, she got it done. Then she cleans me up and says, “done”. Fuck me, we already discussed that I payed for an hour and now we’re only about 30 minutes in. I didn’t make a scene since I was feeling pretty blissed out by back-to-back handies but I did tell myself, never again. I guess Amy wasn’t interested in my return business.
Perhaps this is an all-or-nothing type of massage parlor that caters to a 30 minute quick-fuck clientele. I don’t know. There are much better providers out there who give me the kind of service that makes me want to come back for more. YMMV here. It’s too bad because it is very nice inside and close to home.