Massage Parlours Filgrave MK16



Massage Parlours Filgrave MK16

The sun was setting over the town of Filgrave, situated in the south east of England, and the smell of freshly cut grass and honeysuckle in the air were enough to take the day’s stresses away.

It was a pleasant evening and there were plenty of people out and about, enjoying the newly arrived summer warmth.

Cathy was one of them. She was out walking her dog and soaking up the sights and sounds of her town. As she rounded a corner, she spotted a large, imposing building on the far side of the street that she hadn’t noticed before.

The building was fairly new and clearly marked with a sign which read “Massage Parlours Filgrave MK16”.

Cathy was no stranger to massage parlours, having had the occasional massage at similar establishments back when she lived in London. She had always been a bit wary about them, however, due to their reputation for being shady places.

But this particular establishment seemed surprisingly respectable in appearance, from the clean white walls to the large wooden door with the immaculate brass knocker.

Intrigued, Cathy decided to check it out and see what was going on behind the closed doors. She crossed the road, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a tall, well-dressed man wearing a black and white checked suit. The sharpness of his suit was a stark contrast to the smell of lavender and jasmine oils emanating from the storefront.

“Good evening madam,” the man said politely. “How can I help you?”

“I’m here to see what this place offers,” Cathy replied.

“Of course,” the man said. “Please, come in.”

Cathy stepped inside and was immediately confronted with a large, opulent room with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. The walls were adorned with large paintings of beautiful women in different poses and the furniture was plush and inviting.

At the centre of the room was a long counter, with a woman behind it. She was wearing a short black silk robe and had her long dark hair pulled up into a bun.

“Welcome,” she said. “My name is Lisa and I’ll be your hostess tonight. How can I help you?”

“I’d like to find out more about this place,” Cathy said.

“Of course,” Lisa replied. “We offer a variety of different massage therapies. There’s something for everyone from the novice to the experienced connoisseur. We have a team of experienced masseuses here who are all qualified to provide a range of treatments. Whether you’re after a relaxing massage to destress or a more sensual massage experience to spice up your evening, we can accommodate you.”

Cathy was surprised by the level of professionalism and sophistication displayed by the massage parlour. She decided to take the plunge and give it a try.

“I think I’d like to book a session,” she said.

“Excellent,” Lisa said. “Would you like a Swedish massage, an aromatherapy massage or something more exotic?”

Cathy wasn’t sure which to choose so decided to go with an aromatherapy massage, which Lisa explained was a combination of various essential oils and massage techniques to help address any physical or mental tension.

Once the massage was booked, Lisa guided Cathy to one of the treatment rooms. Cathy’s masseuse was a petite woman with dark hair, who introduced herself as Lindsay.

At the start of the massage, Lindsay asked Cathy to lie on her front on the massage table. She then proceeded to massage Cathy’s back, working on all the knots and tension, then making her way down to lower back and legs in turn.

Lindsay used fragrant, therapeutic oils to add to the experience and before long, Cathy felt her body relaxing, stress melting away and her mind slowing down. The massage felt heavenly and Cathy found herself drifting in and out of a peaceful slumber.

When the massage finally came to an end, Cathy thanked Lindsay profusely and left feeling relaxed and revitalised. She was amazed by the professional yet personal experience she had just enjoyed.

Not only had she been treated to an exquisite massage, but she had felt safe and comfortable in the massage parlour. It was certainly a far cry from the massage parlours she had frequented in London.

When Cathy returned to her house, she began looking forward to returning to Massage Parlours Filgrave MK16 again, the next time she wanted some pampering.