Emma – Avalon Club
Avalon is quite close to me, which was the main reason I decided to go there. But honestly, I probably should have just stayed home. Emma already had some reviews mentioning Pussycat, and at Avalon, with a tapky discount, the session costs a pleasant 2200 CZK. That was actually the second main reason I chose to see Emma.
What surprises me about Avalon is that, after two years of operation, they still can’t manage some basic things—like reasonable lighting in the room or installing at least one mirror next to the bed. They could easily bring any girl passing by and still you’d barely recognize her, and most of the time you wouldn’t even see yourself in the mirror. The space itself is quite nice, but these small details spoil the overall experience. The schedule on their website is also often inaccurate.
The receptionist seated me at an empty, quiet bar. They have some bottles of alcohol there, but I was only offered water, which didn’t bother me much. After a short wait, I was led into a dimly lit room with the Avalon logo, where Emma was presumably waiting. In such darkness, the masseuses can play the part of black girls with a bit of self-tanner, like Kamila.
We exchanged greetings—I honestly don’t remember how—and then headed to the shower. I started gently massaging Emma, but I quickly noticed that her backside and hips felt quite firm. I prefer more feminine curves, but here it was a bit much. It would have been okay if Emma showed some interest, but she was only focused on washing. She didn’t seem particularly friendly during the process. Later, I noticed she had a fresh hickey on her face—nice.
Feeling a bit off about this, I asked about Pussycat to try to improve the mood of the massage. Her response only confirmed my suspicion that it would be disappointing: “Pussycat yes, but only with hand.” Ah, great. That’s like blinking only with your nose or kissing only your ear—disappointing. For me, Pussycat should be a clear yes or no, not “yes, but only by hand or with a look.” So I lay on my stomach, and for the next 15 minutes, I just stared at the wall, regretting my choice and reminiscing about massages at Candy, just around the corner.
It wasn’t all bad. Emma glided quite pleasantly over my body and was able to find my “friend,” which I appreciated. I even started to enjoy it, and she held my hand. But eventually, it became somewhat monotonous—just a one-sided B2B that led nowhere. I wish I could observe her during it, but Avalon decided I shouldn’t have that right. It was a mix of side gliding and hand massage.
Then she turned me over, and Emma began a similar B2B. Some masseuses just aren’t skilled or willing to fully engage their bodies during body-to-body massage, instead just rubbing against you from the side with their breasts. Emma, however, managed to lie on top of me from the front, so I had her body within reach. Too bad I wasn’t physically attracted to her—she allowed me to kiss her neck and chest. After some time, she laid on her side and did her thing. I didn’t really want to fight it; I just let it happen, not really feeling like arguing.
Here’s my take: if a masseuse wants to finish quickly, she’s not a good masseuse. She just wants to get it over with—that’s her main goal, in her own words, “the main goal of the massage—HE.” If she achieves it, you can’t complain much, as long as she says “Well, you came.” I’m not just talking about Emma but about this approach in general. It really annoys me. Many masseuses hide behind the phrase “The number of orgasms is unlimited,” implying that if you can only come once an hour, it’s your problem, not theirs. So they’ll finish you halfway through and, if you don’t request a second round, suggest a back or relaxation massage.
That’s basically how it went with Emma, too. After I climaxed, we still had over 25 minutes left. She told me she doesn’t even look at the clock and doesn’t know how much time remains. In that darkness, I believe her. She then suggested a legendary back massage or relaxation. I chose relaxation, since I wasn’t interested in a back massage after orgasm. We had plenty of time, and neither of us is very talkative, so I proposed I give her a massage instead. She agreed and laid on her stomach. Honestly, I’ve never seen a bigger, firmer backside during a massage. But at least there was something to work with.
Finally, we headed into the shower. Emma relaxed a bit and even smiled occasionally. We had a little chat. After I got dressed, Emma stayed in the darkness, and the receptionist was waiting for me at the door. She asked how I was satisfied, and I answered, but it seemed like she wasn’t really interested—more like a polite “Hi, how are you?”
Emma wasn’t unpleasant, but she wasn’t particularly friendly either. Maybe she wasn’t in the best mood, but overall, I felt the massage was quite weak. I’d give a neutral rating, but because of the short massage time, the fact that I had to manage the atmosphere myself, and the dark room without a mirror—which hampers connection—the overall experience earns a frowning emoji from me.
And that Pussycat thumb thing—if any other masseuse mentions that again, she’ll get an even worse review from me. It’s a blatant attempt to scam, and girls who are targeted by this should stop getting used to it. Just say no, “Pussycat NO,” don’t offer it, and don’t invent ridiculous things like Pussycat fingers that don’t even exist. By the way, Ashley from Fantazie told me that Pussycat is just a touch, but I thought that was her own invention, and she’s long gone now anyway.
Rating: 🙁 (not a disaster, but pretty bad) 60-minute body-to-body massage for 2100 CZK – with 200 CZK tapky discount.
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