Review A sizzling twofer at La Belle de Luxe – Maisy and Capri
daok
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- Apr 15, 2025
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While I was basking in the glow of my previous La Belle review, which had been met with universal and uncritical acclaim on this forum (love you Alex), I received a text from LBdL “offering our discounted training doubles price for regular clients, of $180 for an hour with two girls.” Well, that seemed enticing, so I booked with the experienced (but unknown to me) Maisy and the new trainee Capri. A following text read, “PS: thank you for the kind words on the girls you have seen thus far. Hopefully, we keep the standard up” – They did!
So, I’m back in the waiting room, a mere four days after my previous visit, filled with no less anticipation. A knock and a smiling Maisy enters; her first words are “Candice says hello”. While I’m processing this (school-boy heart aflutter), I hug Maisy and Capri who has followed her in, both looking sexy in their robes. I descend the stairs sandwiched between the two lovelies.
In the room, post-shower, Maisy takes the lead. She is a pretty blonde, fairly new herself to the industry, confident and smart, totally my type. Unprompted, she mentions someone she’s met who’s a professional poker player that I may know… “There’s only one thing worse than being talked about…”
Capri is taller, black hair, darker complexion and is also pretty. I find out this is her very first massage; the sight of my sad, aged, naked body is her initiation to her naughty adventure.
I point out the disparity between my image and theirs in the mirror and make a Beauty(ies) and the Beast comparison, likely fishing for a compliment. It comes from the very adroit Maisy. “No, you’re a silver fox” – This girl is good.
Business time is in Maisy’s capable hands. The apprentice watches on, massaging my head and shoulders away from the immediate action. But the easy flow of conversation doesn’t stop. Maisy insists I invite all the La Belle girls to the next party at my place, but I’m beyond contemplating this, as I don’t remember mentioning my infamous parties in this booking, - but my attention is elsewhere.
After the shower (a fresh towel, gotta love this place), there are hugs aplenty. I am told how wonderful it was to have such a gentleman for Capri’s first-ever massage. Flattered, I offer them both a deserved tip, which I do awkwardly as my ******* shyness returns.
I leave, ready to crush the hopes of a bunch of degenerate gamblers waiting patiently in my house – not really the actions of a gentleman.
Maisy’s a star; Capri is one in the wings… La Belle de Luxe comes through for me yet again.
So, I’m back in the waiting room, a mere four days after my previous visit, filled with no less anticipation. A knock and a smiling Maisy enters; her first words are “Candice says hello”. While I’m processing this (school-boy heart aflutter), I hug Maisy and Capri who has followed her in, both looking sexy in their robes. I descend the stairs sandwiched between the two lovelies.
In the room, post-shower, Maisy takes the lead. She is a pretty blonde, fairly new herself to the industry, confident and smart, totally my type. Unprompted, she mentions someone she’s met who’s a professional poker player that I may know… “There’s only one thing worse than being talked about…”
Capri is taller, black hair, darker complexion and is also pretty. I find out this is her very first massage; the sight of my sad, aged, naked body is her initiation to her naughty adventure.
I point out the disparity between my image and theirs in the mirror and make a Beauty(ies) and the Beast comparison, likely fishing for a compliment. It comes from the very adroit Maisy. “No, you’re a silver fox” – This girl is good.
Business time is in Maisy’s capable hands. The apprentice watches on, massaging my head and shoulders away from the immediate action. But the easy flow of conversation doesn’t stop. Maisy insists I invite all the La Belle girls to the next party at my place, but I’m beyond contemplating this, as I don’t remember mentioning my infamous parties in this booking, - but my attention is elsewhere.
After the shower (a fresh towel, gotta love this place), there are hugs aplenty. I am told how wonderful it was to have such a gentleman for Capri’s first-ever massage. Flattered, I offer them both a deserved tip, which I do awkwardly as my ******* shyness returns.
I leave, ready to crush the hopes of a bunch of degenerate gamblers waiting patiently in my house – not really the actions of a gentleman.
Maisy’s a star; Capri is one in the wings… La Belle de Luxe comes through for me yet again.
