Massage Parlours Middle Claydon MK18
“What on earth is this place?” Dave said in disbelief as he stepped through the door of an old massage parlour located in the small town of Middle Claydon MK18. “It looks like something straight out of a horror movie,” he said as he nervously looked around.
The narrow, dingy corridor was lined with doors and had a pungent smell of incense. A light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting faint shadows over the few tired and worn chairs scattered around the room. As he took a few tentative steps forward, Dave noticed that there were several people seated in the chairs. Each of them had a small, rusty bell next to them.
At the end of the corridor was a door with a sign on it that said ‘Private Rooms’. His heart began to race as he slowly pushed the door open, unsure of what he was about to find.
Inside the room, a woman in her mid-thirties stood behind a counter, a stack of blank forms in her hands. She had a pinched face and a severe black bob that hung limply around her neck. “Hello,” Dave said nervously.
The woman’s expression softened as she smiled. “Good evening,” she said softly. “What can I do for you tonight?”
Dave explained that he was interested in a massage. The woman told him he could choose between a full body massage, a sensual massage, or a combination of both. Dave chose the combination, wondering what he was getting himself into.
The woman handed him the forms, explaining that he needed to fill them out before she could start the massage. After signing his name, he made his way to one of the massage beds and laid down. He closed his eyes and waited as the woman began to work her magic.
She started at his neck and shoulders, working her way down his back. With each passing touch of her hands, he felt himself becoming more and more relaxed. He was barely aware of the blindfold she had put on him until she moved down to his legs, soothing them with long, firm strokes.
As the massage continued, he felt like he had gone into a different world. Every movement of her hands felt like it was unlocking a piece of his soul. She worked her way up to his arms, and then his chest, never missing a single muscle.
Time passed and soon, Dave was feeling completely relaxed and almost asleep. The woman stopped for a moment, and then he heard her tell him to roll over. He was a bit hesitant, but obliged anyway.
His eyes widened when he saw what she had in store for him. She had set up a whole array of scented massage oils and candles. He couldn’t believe his eyes, and he felt his heart begin to race yet again.
The woman poured some of the massage oil onto his back before she started to rub it in with her hands. The sensation was almost beyond description as she worked her magic on his body. Every stroke, every movement of her hands felt like she was melting away all his stress and anxiety.
When the massage was finally complete, Dave felt like he had been through a whole spiritual transformation. He thanked the woman profusely and made his way back to the front desk to pay his bill. She smiled and handed him a card with her name and number.
“Call me and come back any time, anytime you need to relax,” she said.
Dave thanked her again and walked out of the massage parlour with a newfound sense of tranquility. From then on, whenever he needed to escape from the stresses of his life and just relax, he knew exactly which place to turn to: the massage parlour in Middle Claydon MK18.