I tried to post this as a review but it was denied. Hopefully they will allow this as a post. It cost me $200. I wasn't robbed but the atmosphere was clearly dangerous. Be careful out there.
The post was of a very pretty, petite asian woman, with huge fake breasts who advertised for a Balinese Tantra session. Years ago, in another city I had a favorite that looked a lot like her and she gave an amazing FBSM. I thought something like that sounded good. I call but no one picks up. She texted back in 5 minutes from the same number, 210 area code. I asked some questions she seemed legit, so I moved forward with making an appointment. We texted back and forth a few times and I told her I would be late, she said that is fine.
I arrived and texted that I was out front. Minutes go by, then I receive a photo of a pretty black women with big, fake boobs in lingerie but not the Asian woman from the ad. I'm confused. She texts, "did you get my photo?" I said yes but where was the girl from the ad? No reply. Then another text, "can you give me a few minutes, baby?" I should've left then...but I was horny AND reminiscing about my former friend and as we know, providers being late isn't exactly out of the ordinary. 5 minutes goes by and another text, "ready!"
I knock on the door and a young, fit black woman opens the door. I walk in and she closes the door and it's pitch black. I can't see anything. She gives me a hug and grabs my crotch. (LE check). She says follow me and it's still pitch black. She takes me to a bedroom and closes the door. Gives me a short, pathetic hug. The room is filthy. There is no massage table to be seen, the bed is unmade and looks disheveled. There is laundry scattered on the floor and a closet with nothing in it. Basically, all I could think of was that this was like a low income brothel/crack house. She is pretty, athletic build, big fake boobs, tattoos all over and looked like she had just recently woken up. I'm thinking to myself that she is probably a stripper trying to make extra dough. She won't look at me. I'm nervous and she's clearly nervous as well. Something seems wrong. She says, "you can get comfortable". I had to pee after my drive, so I ask to go to the bathroom both so I can pee and decide what the hell I'm getting myself into.
She takes me out of the bedroom into the pitch black again. Shows me to the bathroom and I can't see anything, as my eyes adjust I'm startled by someone actually in the bathroom! They walk by me and say hello. I'm trying to find a light but can't because my eyes haven't adjusted yet. I finally find the light switch and shut the door to pee. I stand there thinking I could easily be robbed. I cannot see anything but I can hear a man's voice outside in the apartment and there appears to be another woman working there; that's 3 to 1. I decided I needed to leave.
I walked back into the room and tell the woman, "keep the money, I'm leaving." She looks at me surprised, she asks why, then a pause and then says, "ok". I walked as fast as I could with my senses tingling to get through the pitch black apartment. The door opens and she slams it behind me. I got in my car and took off out of the parking lot.
I'm an idiot. Even with my many years doing this, my wrong head lead me astray. The bottom line here is that I was not robbed AND I might've gotten an amazing session if I had decided to stay, but I wasn't willing to take my clothes off. Too many bad things could've happened and I wasn't willing to be on the evening news.
Maybe I'm paranoid and maybe another man or woman would've tried to get the money back but I was going to spend the money anyway, so I just left with everything in tact and a bruised ego.
Buyer beware.