Massage Parlours Beetham LA7

Massage Parlours Beetham LA7

Sitting in her car outside the darkened, poorly lit massage parlour, Eva tried to steel her nerves. The building was shabby, the windows boarded up, and it seemed to reek of despair and desperation from even a few feet away. Eva had never been to a massage parlour before, and the prospect of entering one, even in broad daylight filled her with a mixture of fear and excitement. Taking a few deep breaths, she reminded herself that she had nothing to be afraid of, this place was nothing more than a business providing a service, and she had every right to be there.

Finally, when the feelings of dread eased somewhat, Eva stepped out of the car and made her way towards the entrance to the parlor. It was almost as if time had stood still there, the same boarders covered the windows, the same graffiti covered the walls, and the same dilapidated wooden door was still barring her entrance. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Eva pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Inside the massage parlour it was dark and smoky, and the air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and body odour. The walls were covered in cheap erotic posters, the floor was carpeted with stained parquet and a faint, yet unmistakable sense of despair hung in the air. A few moments after entering the building a young woman appeared from the shadows; her hair was lank and greasy and she seemed to be wearing way too much makeup. She introduced herself as Violet, and she said she was the one in charge.

Once the initial formalities were over, Eva was taken to a large room at the back of the building. The room was sparsely furnished and it smelled strongly of disinfectant and something else, something which although Eva was unable to identify, still made her feel ill at ease. Ignoring her feelings, she took a seat on the edge of the bed and waited.

After a few minutes, another woman appeared in the room. She was older than Violet, and her face was lined with years of hard living and experience. Introducing herself as Emma, she asked Eva to undress and lay down on the bed. Eva complied, although she felt somewhat embarrassed with the situation. Emma told Eva that she had been working at the massage parlour for several years, and she had seen it all in her time.

Once Eva was lying down on the bed, Emma began her massage. She used a combination of oils and lotions on Eva’s skin, and she seemed to know intuitively how much pressure to use, when to speed up and slow down, and when to stop. Eva had never felt so comfortable in her life. In fact, he felt so relaxed she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or if the massage was really happening.

After about half an hour, Emma stopped and told Eva that the massage was complete. As Eva got dressed, she felt rejuvenated and more alive than she had in a long time. She thanked Emma for the massage, paid her the fee they had agreed upon, and made her way out of the massage parlour.

As Eva drove home, she reflected upon the experience she had just had. She found the massage to be pleasant and surprisingly emotional. It had helped her to feel more in touch with her body and its needs, and it had made her appreciation for physical touch greater than ever before. From that day forward, Eva was a regular visitor to Massage Parlours Beetham LA7, and she found that each time she returned, she noticed something different about the place – something that made her feel a little more at home there.