TOFTT / River Spa / Midtown West

[Remkade]

came back late night. This time, had a few drinks at a friends xmas party & was buzzed. Thought, why not a quick one on the way home

Walked up and door was locked. ring bell, annie opens the door. As per my previous report, same annie who opens door as last time. It must be destiny. Seems like everyone is busy & she said wait 10 min. So again me & the couch. I asked for 30min & no oil. She does some arm & hand pressing over the towel for 10 min. As she touched my legs, I lifted my ass which is the signal. So then comes the HJ & play which lasted a solid 10 min. Buzz me was more agressive with sucking & touching all over. It must be the beer goggles on. Went for the bottom & did a partial insert, she was getting wet. She was playful & it was getting wild yet she wanted to stop. Some giggling & she knew this was getting out of hand, so she used all her hand skills to end all this. I looked at the time, I was there a whopping 21 min & didn't mind since I just wanted to go home so I bolted out.

Appearance (annie): 4/10
Service: 7/10
Establishment atmosphere: 3.5/10
Value: 7/10
Cost: 30 for 30 min, 30 tip for he
Repeat: yes for the establisment but not annie. too much fishes in the sea
Other: annie is pretty friendly overall.

 

[AussieGIRL?]

Stopped by yesterday, place is good for anonymous entry & exit. Got YuYu, who is young ang milfish, slim with b/c cup size. Kept her jeans on and refused my request for bj, but it was a solid strong massage, nice tug with her boobies in my mouth ("you hungry!") Place was freezing, for those who care. $40 + $40. Will repeat.

 

[mermaid]

The place is most definitely YMMV and requires a little work to get the right combination of familiarity and one of the willing ones. Downside: you may not get a blowjob. Upside: you will get a quick, cheap R&T.

 

[accosseengabs]

walked in and was greeted by sasha. i got shot down when i asked for my bj. 30+30 for a quick r/t. she did let me suck on her nips

 

[Omparkash Gupta]

funny you say that. at some gyms, I seen signs about improper behavior in the men's sauna. Becareful what you what wish for. haha

That must be a reason I avoid it for

 

[John Mayberry]

Now if your gym starts offering blowjobs please be sure to let us know.

 

[ksxdhhgf]

I actually saw the shower bc I had to use the restroom. Its all girlyed up with crap hanging everywhere. Considering the decor and atmosphere, I rather go to my local gym to shower. no joke.

 

[luedfudniciiozeaf]

I haven't bothered calling ahead at this place - never called ahead at 33rd Street for that matter either, just seems sort of superfluous.

I agree about the shower thing, and the one at Relaxation is such a good, clean, hot shower I have wished more than once I could stop in and just get a shower when I needed one. Of course, that would be pretty silly...

Anyway, I am told there is, in fact, a self-serve shower at River Spa that's actually acceptable. Have not inspected it myself, but a fellow monger says he tried it and it worked out fine for him. If he comes back next week and tells me he's got history's worst case of athlete's foot I'll have to correct this post, of course...

 

[Pompal 09.]

Curious if you usually call for an appointment or just show up? This place seems to be worthy for its convience. I am still spoiled by relaxation with its showering post massage. Something about walking with oil especially in my ass cracks afterwards isn't so appealing. haha

 

[One week til Candice!!]

Stopped in here on Thursday and Eileen greeted me. Same decent massage as last time followed by handjob with same sort of treatment as last time - tounge action down chest, on balls, on cock, then some BBBJ followed by handjob. Shirt went up, bra open, sucked those nice big cans and big nipples. My hand was all over her ass and she pulled her jeans down for full digital access to her moist pussy. Unshaved, more than a landing strip but not a jungle down there. 40 house and this time 70 tip since things generally seem to be headed in the right direction.

Skeletor was nowhere in sight, so I didn't have to invoke my He Man powers to vanquish her.

 

[calibabe]

We just tell them we're fans of their elevators, lol

 

[ncywjoak]

Thanks for the report, SirT



Yeah, any place with a ceiling higher than 7 feet is easier to navigate than Yanni...



Maybe we need a line of "Team Otis" caps...on the other hand, how would you explain that one to the S.O.?

 

[A.V.R.]

based on otis, I decided to make a trip to river spa. Walked across 35th street looking for it & found it. Gotta admit, walking thru here is easier than walking thru yanni for those who care. Walked up & asked for Janey. What's funny is that I never been serviced by her & she came out saying she is busy for next 30 min or so. So I waited on the couch. Sitting there was a pretty tall medium-large body girl & she said her name was annie. Saw a few fellow mongers leaving & going (whats with the baseball caps? haha). Notice Annie locked the front door to service a monger when no girl is there to watch the front door.

Janey come out, def a cute girl. Nice smile and pretty full figure but in a nice way. Not going to repeat every details as it would confirm every other reports here. Yes, there is no privacy here & barebones establishment; not the worse I seen though. I asked for hard massage, she really worked it. At first I thought she drooled on me, then I realized it was droplets of sweats coming down. Talk about hard work!! Technique was above average, she focus more on my back far more than full body massage experience. Flip finally came, I asked for BJ, she asked for condom. I didn't have any. She said how about next time? Told her I'll take care of her. she asked how much? I put up 6 fingers. She makes a face. then 7 fingers. Then she worked on it with her mouth. It was rather uneventful but not awful. Then she used her hand to finish with the screwhand HJ. Interesting technique which seemingly feels good. Very nice boobs and nips hard as a rock. Her whole top was all sweaty due to her workout during the session. She def has funny facial expression at time, kinda cute.

Appearance (janey): 7/10
Service: 6/10
Establishment atmosphere: 3.5/10
Value: 7/10
Cost: 40 for 45 min, 70 tip for quick bbbj & HJ to completion
Repeat: yes for value & location & Janey
Other: Janey has good reports here. I am scared of skeletor as I cringe when that door opens while waiting on the couch. I saw a total of 3 girls there. Rather brisk business on a rainy afternoon.

 

[Kyle Mccraw]

My guess is that Cici would also pan out as a viable choice here...there was another woman there the first time I went whose name I didn't catch, so the roster has some diversity and will have to be sampled...



Good question. Haven't been back to Yanni, felt a little burned out on it, but I suppose it really depends on the service. There's virtually no difference to me between the two otherwise - both are basically dumps with very little privacy but they're cheap and easy to get to...

 

[Freelancer]

so flip a coin....gamble to bump into skeletor or get janey or eileen. the decisions!

great write up as usual otis. so this your new home or back to yanni?

 

[Sellasie]

Maybe its time to start collecting stamps or hummels or something when the tawdry little world of dumpy Manhattan massage places starts to feel like some sort of twisted dysfunctional family and the names and faces get all intertwined and the new girl at a new place is an old girl you already know from a different place...and she remembers you.

On the heels of my run in with Skeletor (detailed previously in this thread) I had no intention of ever returning to this particular West side dump. Then one of the Team Otis brethren tipped me off that he'd checked into this place and found himself serviced by...Janey, whose fans and detractors alike will remember from her stint as one of the more attractive members of the crew of loose-lipped overweight soccer moms on 33rd Street. Janey's absence from 33rd Street was noted by other consumers who frequent the low-cost/high-mileage end of the tide pool that is Manhattan massage places, but mercifully we were spared an "ISO Janey" thread by her resurfacing a couple blocks away pretty much the next day.

Wanting to confirm this serendipitous turn of events myself, I wandered back into the fray over the weekend, walked into the joint and was greeted by "Eileen" - another thick fortyish asian lady with a nicer face than the others. She has one of those friendly, smiling faces that makes you feel welcome and warm. Pretty? Probably not, but with a great attitude and personality, and lots of eye contact she looked better to me than many conventionally "hot" Asian providers.

I asked if Janey was working and she said she wasn't, then asked if I knew her from 33rd Street. She said she was Janey's "friend" and she thought she would be working the next day. Then she asked me to sit on the couch with her, which I liked, and said I could come back to see Janey or she could take care of me right now...and I liked the sound of that, I will admit. It had been a full 24 hours since my last massage and blowjob...I was getting itchy...Eileen...I saw an obvious opportunity to insert the name of a terrible 80's pop song into a review...I asked for 45 minutes and dropped the $40 house fee on the table.

She was immediately playful, grabbing my ass and giggling a little. I mentioned I had seen Cici there before and she pointed to the curtain and said, “Oh, Cici’s right here…” at which point Cici, having no fucking idea who was on the other side of the curtain, nevertheless called out “Hi baby” to me. Eileen surprised me with a relatively solid massage. My left shoulder had been hurting for a couple of days and even an hour at my preferred Chinatown venue the night before had done no good at all. She worked that shit right out for me. I could hear the dude in Cici’s stall snoring. Sigh. I gotta get back to going to places with actual walls.

She told me to flip and she started with some nice long slow strokes up and down my chest. Then she bent over and licked my nipples as she reached down and touched my hardening cock. She licked her way down my chest and belly to my balls where she licked gently…and then licked the tip of my now very hard cock. There was no discussion of tips, no upsell whatsoever. She rubbed a little oil on my iron-hard cock and stroked it more. She grabbed my hand and put it on her nice firm ass and then as I touched her above the waist she pulled her shirt up to expose her nice C cup breasts with big brownish nipples. I was getting closer.

All the while she had that same inviting look on her face, that happy smile in her eyes. Then my second surprise of the night arrived when she took me into her soft wet mouth and began slowly sucking my cock. She kept at it for a few minutes – I was arching my hips up to meet her mouth and then I knew I was going to cum any second. She put her soft hand back on my cock, gave it a couple more tugs and I proceeded to, yeah, you guessed it, “Come On Eileen.”
I felt like my brain had been dipped in maple syrup – my tongue was swollen and a stupid smile had invaded my face and refused to leave.

Eileen brought in hot towels for clean up, all the while with the same lovely demeanor and tenderness. After she cleaned me up, she planted a tender kiss on the head of my cock (seriously, I am not making this shit up) and told me she knew I was a “good person” when she looked at my “nice face.” I didn't know whether to hug her or grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her. Good person, nice face. Sometimes they just know what you want to hear, I guess. I wanted to set her straight. I wanted to look her in the eyes and tell her what a shitty human being I am, how this was my third blowjob in three days…how I had been to half the dank shitholes in Manhattan looking for cheap action.

But I am who I am, I suppose, and I just gave her my little smile and said I thought she had a happy face and kind eyes. She smiled again. To my left, the neon “Body Rubs” sign glowed in the window and I could see its shifting colors around the opaque curtain that separated this grubby little oasis from the big bad world for just a few minutes.

Then I was alone again with a little bottle of water, putting my pants on and tying my shoes. I gave her a big, enthusiastic hug as I handed her a 60 buck tip. Cici was also there at the front, and she got up from her meager dinner to come give me a hug as well.

I left feeling warm inside but soon I pulled my thin jacket around myself against the growing cold of Manhattan in December. Christmas was coming. Tourists were shopping at Macy’s and looking at the window displays. What happy little lives they all had. They pointed and laughed at the little moving figures in the windows as I walked on by, as always, alone.

 

[Cooldude]

The following public service announcement is brought to you by the International Brotherhood of Rub Junkies (IBRJ) - a non-profit corporation organized and operated as a wholly owned tax dodge...err...pardon me...subsidiary of Team Otis.

Everyone has limits and standards, situations that they consider to be sufficiently unacceptable as to warrant putting their pants back on and walking out. Everyone, that is, except me.

Well, that's not entirely accurate. I suppose I have some such limits, but my standards, I have to confess, are so low as to be nearly non-existent. Principally this is the case because of a simple mathematical formula:
NEED > JUDGMENT
Or, to put it colloquially, need exceeds judgment. Time, for me, is a precious commodity. There just aren't enough hours in my average day to be walking into places, looking around, and leaving because the talent's not quite up to snuff. If I go somewhere its a fait accompli - a done deal - that I'm gonna take my pants off and blow a load before I walk out. This fundamental truth - I don't call it a rule; it's not a rule, it is not backed by a principle, it is merely a function of practicality - has resulted in my tolerating some comically awful situations (see, e.g. Hon Man Herbs, proof that even a halfway decent blowjob can scar a man for life) which, nevertheless, got the job done when required.

Yes, everything is relative, taste is taste and it's inevitably subjective, for sure. That's why absolutely any posted review that describes a provider as "old" will result in the appearance of at least three mongers who saw her, never reviewed her, but who will vehemently defend her honor and insist you've got the demographic profile all wrong. Similarly, using the word "cute" in reference to a provider whose facial features rank as a mere "5" in one man's eyes will draw a raised eyebrow sort of reply.

Once I've gotten in the door, I roll with things unless they simply enter some new realm of total unacceptability. After the fact, I make an effort to sort reality from what I may have had to close my eyes and imagine in order to get the job done, and while I may romanticize this shit, I do try to cast my descriptions in enough harsh daylight to allow my fellow mongers to glean useful consumer information from the report.

In that vein, I report as follows: should you elect to follow on the heels of the one I took for the team at River Spa, you may be fortunate enough to replicate the roughly average experience I had with Cici or one of the other fortyish ladies I ran into that day. Alternatively, you may wind up with something significantly less appealing.

I figured I'd hit this place again to see if I might stretch some additional mileage out of it, but my day was busy and I left a very short window of time in which I might entertain myself. I walked in and an older woman I assumed was the mamasan greeted me. I quickly realized there were no other women about and asked if Cici was working. She was busy...I didn't have time to wait...I looked her up and down in the dim red light...slim...maybe too slim...damn, kinda skeletal actually.

Between the lighting and the makeup I couldn't really gauge her age effectively. I went with it. She said her name was "Katie." I gave her 40 for a 40 minute massage and she got to work. Face down, the mediocre massage was...mediocre.

Then came time to flip. I flipped and she started rubbing by balls and then stopped and did that weird "is it ok?" bit, asking permission to jack me off. Ok? Jesus christ why do you think I'm here? For the shitty Chinese candy? For the tiny Poland Spring bottle?

She oiled up my cock and got to work. Slow, even strokes up and down my cock. I looked up at her and made eye contact. I could see cracks in her thick makeup that made it look like her face itself was in danger of crumbling off. She had to be at least 60.

I am not proud. I was getting hard and I wasn't leaving without closure. I closed my eyes - she kept it simple, kept her hands on my cock and nowhere else. She used a kind of twisting motion that felt really good. I was fully erect. My mind was drifting. I had to get back for a meeting at...what time? Wait, what day is it? Right ok. Focus...

This went on for a while. A man does what he has to do to get the job done. No, I am not proud. I may have no pride at all, but I also have no shame and I am not above any manner of desperate measure. I closed my eyes again and put my hand on her ass. It was...an asian woman's ass, which is to say it was nice and tight. It felt good. I felt like I was making progress.

I reached up and felt her breasts. They were...an asian woman's breasts, which is to say they were nice and small and tucked away inside a padded bra. She was pumping away nicely down below. It felt damned good. Whatever that twisting thing was it was working. I arched my back a little and let it fly...

She cleaned me up and I started getting dressed. Then something bad happened. As I was putting on my socks on, she turned the lights on and peeked in on me. I turned and saw her in all her glory, under harsh fluorescent lights. Her gaunt figure...the heavy makeup...nothing could conceal it anymore...she looked like...Skeletor.

I gave her 40 as a tip and high tailed it down the stairs, the image of Skeletor nipping at my heels as I did. I couldn't shake it. Skeletor haunted me, laughing at me.

I wondered if I ought to adjust my priorities and pursue quality over quantity for a change. Maybe go half as often but to places that are twice as nice...

Nahhhh. I'll just have to find another way to get Skeletor out of my head.

 

[negi]

Thanks for the knowledge.

 

[deciduous_me]

An excerpt from "Zen and the art of Erectile Maintenance: The Monger Bible," available at better bookstores across the entire world of my imagination.



Walking away from a rub and tug a couple weeks ago, the neon "Body Rubs" light in a third floor window caught my eye and I clocked a number I'd never called. I put it on my list and today seemed like a good day to call it. I hoofed it crosstown in the afternoon and entered a dumpy building on 35th Street.

River Spa is the name of the place. I entered the building and went up two flights and the door was open. Three ladies were in evidence - decent looking women in their forties I would guess with the sorts of friendly attitudes that compensate for physical limitations and shortcomings. These were no beauty queens but they're nice women with smiling faces and a willingness to please.

The place is in a good sized space with no obvious hygiene issues. There's no shower, or at least none was offered. The massage stalls are divided by heavy curtains, which means privacy is most definitely an issue and if that kind of thing turns you off, do bother with this joint.

I went with Cici, a moon-faced woman with a nice slim body. I gave her the house money - 50 for the hour, took off my clothes and let her get to work. She gave an average rub, thorough and professional with a few nice touches here and there.

She gave me the hot towel and then started running her fingers up and down my spine...then my ass...then between my legs. I pushed myself upward to give her access to my cock and balls and she rubbed them both and then she asked me to turn over.

She stood over me and rubbed my cock nice and hard. She began rubbing my taint with her other hand. I ran my hands all over her ass and then under her shirt and right into bra, where I felt her nipples getting harder. She kept up her rhythm and finally I let loose a squadron of paratroopers in her hand.

Afterward, she came back to the room, laid her head against my chest and whispered "next time." It sounded a lot like a promise to me.

I gave her another 50 and she thanked me up, down and sideways as I hit the stairs.

A final except from "The Monger Bible":




And so, dear brothers and others, partake if you will of the basic, simple joys available for your pleasure at River Spa on 35th.


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