Her tunic isn’t long enough to cover her buttocks and I can see her underwear as the tunic rises and falls with the rhythm as she bends over to work her hands across my legs. In the mirror on the wall I can see her legs. She starts to work her hands up my thighs. I lie face down on the massage table, feeling very exposed. There's tinny music coming from the TV in the waiting room. The towel is draped over a chair and I'm naked in front of a woman I met just minutes earlier. Lotion is quicker to wash off, she explains. On her return she asks whether I want to be massaged with oil or lotion and explains that oil gets to your muscles more easily. The place is clean, if a little shabby in places. There is a hair on the soap in the cubicle. The woman leads me down a corridor into a massage room then leaves me to shower. Seeing someone you recognise might feel awkward and potentially blow my cover.Ī decorative heart in the shower cubicle at Bubbles There do not seem to be any other clients while I’m there. Still, if you work on your feet, it makes sense to wear flats. Given her attire, you'd perhaps expect a pair of heels but she's wearing what look like black trainers. In the waiting room, there is a woman sitting on a settee wearing a short black tunic with buttons diagonally dotted down the front, fishnet stockings, a lacy bra and pants set.Įnough buttons of her tunic are undone for the material of her bra to be visible. I pay the initial £25 quid in cash and wonder how the finance department will view my expenses claim for sensual erotic massage at Bubbles. Fishnet stockings and a lacy braįor £40 your masseuse will be topless, for £50 she'll be naked and £60 gets you a massage in one of the VIP rooms. Prices start at £30 and for that you get a massage from a scantily clad woman. Then you have to pay for the actual massage. Maybe this is a special offer for this evening. It’s £25 to get in the building for a massage but for an extra fiver you get an hour, rather than 30 minutes. She has clocked me as a Bubbles virgin and explains the tariffs. In a vestibule, the woman apologises for smelling of cigarettes. The eyes in the door seem satisfied that I am no threat to security or the women who work here. My heart is pounding though as Bubbles is part of Derby folklore and we're really taking you down the rabbit hole AND through the looking glass this time. Just an ordinary punter on a cold and rainy evening, looking for a sensual massage. This time we are undercover and they have no idea who we are and why we are here. Last time Derbyshire Live visited, reporter Nick Reid was invited down to meet the owner and have a guided tour. It feels secretive, as if you're entering a mysterious clandestine world. A pair of women's eyes give you the once over through a little hatch in the door when you ring the bell.
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