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| - Bf and I wanted a 45-minute foot massage. As soon as we walked in, they directed us into one of the semi-private rooms, not even asking what service we wanted. They didn't even discuss prices or packages. I didn't really pay attention to what time we went in. I think it was something like 740 on a Sunday night.
They got started right away. They turn the lights off completely and recline your seat completely and the place is transformed into a shady rub-n-tug.
They set up a tub of warm water with a tea bag in and set your feet in. It was the absolute perfect temperature. It was like, right between warm and hot. They pull up the plastic lining from the tub around your calves to contain the heat and warm your calves. Nice touch. Its the small things.
As your feet steep, they begin promptly on your upper body. When they started the massage, Bf's massage girl asked "How long?" and we asked of the 45-minute deal.
I think they worked on head, face, neck, shoulders, and upper back for about half of the time. Then they dumped the water and did the foot and calf massage with a lavender cream. I was thinking, "Wow, they do every thing short of upper body." And then they had me turn around and sit on the hassock and he did my back! Unbe-frickin-lievable. So worth more than the $28 per person. Shoot, you can keep the happy ending.
The massage wasn't like ... Western. Like, you know how Swedish massages are in really controlled, serene, almost sterile environments? This was still serene, but the massage was so much more vigorous. Like, no time wasted.
On our way out, I asked our massage peoples' names. I had Jason and Bf had Rosa. They were obviously American nicknames because our crude American tongues can't pronounce their delicate Chinese names. But dude. They couldn't say their American names.
Anyways. Jason was super. When he was doing my back, he was really trying to turn me into hamburger. It was like nauseatingly painful. But in such a good way. You need to get your money's worth, man!
My suggestions. Make sure you shave your legs good, for the ladies, at least up to your knee caps. Don't wear a short skirt. Don't have funky balogna feet. Wear slippers to and from. If you want them to rub your ears, don't wear earrings. I took out the metal from my lobes, but left in the cartilage hardware and I was okay. In fact, you might want to take off any jewelry.
p.s. The rub-n-tug was not offered to my bf. But if you go into one of those places, you really need to decide first hand if you're gonna get the happy ending and stick to your guns. Chinese very persuasive.
* off the strip, non-casino
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