After a very pleasant previous experience, I decided to visit Rabbit Hall again. The masseuse I initially chose was fully booked, so I was offered Roxi instead.

The welcome was very friendly, and I was greeted by a smiling girl with a mischievous grin and an intriguing sparkle in her eyes. I had a feeling this would be interesting. We shook hands, exchanged smiles, introduced ourselves, and she led me to the room. I was offered a drink; I wanted water, but they had run out, so the only options were cola or juice. I made my choice and started getting ready.

The wait wasn’t long; I barely had time to sit down before she returned with the drink, and we chatted for a bit. The conversation wasn’t particularly exciting; she was looking forward to a vacation and had a lot on her plate. I also shared some complaints so she wouldn’t feel alone, and we discussed the massage. Based on my previous great experience, I opted for a lingam massage. The masseuse undressed; I wasn’t focused on her body. She seemed natural and probably doesn’t work out.

The shower was occupied, so we waited a bit longer. In the shower, there was a bit of touching, but nothing erotic yet.

At the start of the massage, I wanted to sit, but she instructed me to lie down. She applied oil and teased a bit. Just as we were about to begin, a child started screaming on the street outside the basement window, and the masseuse started stroking my shaft—quite the distraction. I suggested we wait, as I didn’t want an erotic massage with a screaming child in the background.

Everything was quite nice afterward; I was caressing her, admiring her curves. The masseuse moaned softly in my ear and nibbled my earlobe. My friend was at attention since the shower. The technique down there was interesting, with varied strokes, alternating between fast and slow. She teased with her nails, which I liked. She ventured a bit too far south, so I guided her hand a bit higher, but she didn’t quite get it. I enjoyed the rest.

I told her she was skillful. The masseuse replied, “OK, I know.” I focused a lot on her nipples. It seemed to me that she had cooled off since the beginning, maybe she wasn’t enjoying it. I watched and admired her natural body while she checked to see if everything was in place and sucked in her stomach.

As I was nearing the end, I asked for a tissue and if it would bother her for the rest of the massage. I heard only, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” in a very apathetic tone and with a strange expression. There was a long, cold stare into my eyes, and I no longer trusted even a single movement. I considered ending it. In the end, I let her finish me mechanically, and that was it. The atmosphere was weak from the start, and by the end, it was nonexistent. She didn’t want to hug.

Shower, back to the room, got dressed, paid, a polite kiss on the cheek, and goodbye. I was glad to be out of there.

Lingam, 60 min., 2200 CZK

Compared to the last massage, this was a drastic difference. I felt it was purely work for her, not fun or pleasure. I probably won’t visit for a while, and maybe next time I’ll try to book my chosen masseuse in advance. Or maybe I’ll just give up on it entirely.