Ivy @ Butterfly Massage

[James Bond]

An interesting afternoon; needless to say, I felt horny. I decided to visit Butterfly, in spite of some mixed but now quite dated reviews. I took a coupon that says $30 for 1 hour. As usual I phoned ahead to ask who was available, and the lady at the other end named five(!) girls. Wow, I thought, for a Monday afternoon that's a lot. There is a back entrance, but having resolved to proudly own up to this fantastic hobby, I held my head high and walked past two people waiting at the bus stop right by the front entrance.
The place is upstairs, and the first strange thing was that the voluptuous Asian lady at the reception was also the massage girl intended for me. Her name was Ivy. Since she seemed friendly and eminently fuckable in a mature, seasoned sort of way—and also because I didn't want to hurt her feelings—I didn't ask to see the other girls; I began to doubt they existed. The place was eerily quiet throughout my stay. The massage table is wide and a mirror strategically placed. The shower was across the hallway from my room, but I'm certainly not paranoid about secrecy; I pity those who won't indulge as we sex-loving people do.
After taking my shower I said I'd like to have full service first and the massage after. Ivy asked how much I wanted to spend, and I said, "$.4—and a tip if I like it." She asked for $.6 and I said okay; no use spoiling the mood. Ivy is Thai—a personal first in my quest to sample different nationalities. Her large augmented breasts are visually appealing but I noticed quickly she didn't like to have them touched. I asked her to talk dirty, and she happily obliged with a prolific use of words like, "I'm nasty girl" and "fuck me." When I asked, "Do you like men, Ivy?" she said the right thing: "I like men like you." She really got my cock throbbing in various positions; her CG was memorably energetic. At one point I could feel the condom on the verge of slipping off; I quickly pulled out and replaced it ("Not so much lube inside," she advised). When I asked if she ever let guys fuck her in the ass, she said, alarmed, "No. Not you, today." I reassured her that she needn't worry.
Unfortunately, after barely 15 minutes of play, she asked me to come soon. I decided to let myself come even though I would have enjoyed at least another 10 minutes. I dislike being rushed, but when a woman makes this kind of request—including a SP—I'm not sure there's any responsible alternative except to comply.
As there was lots of time left I asked for a massage which was perfunctory but mildly pleasant. We had a nice chat. I stated my belief that women like her were doing important work that deserved respect. She said that's how she felt. When I asked her age, she said, "old enough", without telling me—she's probably in her mid-30s. She ended her massage about 45 minutes after my arrival. As I began dressing, there was a slightly spooky moment: suddenly the bright light came on. Ivy seemed concerned and said, "Police. You don't tell them nothing" and hurried out. The light went dim again, and Ivy came back in a few moments mumbling something like, "Oh it's just my friend playing games..." Weird: why would they scare off clients with stuff like this? Or perhaps that's the signal when the phone or bell rings and she has to go and answer, because there's really no one else there? In any case, this final episode didn't really affect the quality of my experience, it even added briefly to my sense of adventure.
My rating for Ivy is: L 7, A 6, S 6 (9 if she hadn't rushed the full service and cut the massage short as well). But she certainly elicited a release that made me feel marvelously relaxed, affirmed, energized. Overall, this place exudes a certain sleaze appeal which I was in the right mood to savor.

 

[Exilis]

Had a very similar experience at this place. I had read the reviews but took a chance anyways.

When I called there were supposed to be 3 girls working but I very much doubt there is more than Ivy working at anytime there as it was too quiet during our session.

Overall I would not go back and would drive down the road to Static if I was in the neighborhood anytime soon.