Sunday evening around 7 we grab the metro green line to
Plaza Universitat and hoof it up a gentle hill past this like totally amazing
CASTLE to the site of Training Pedralbas.
First impression: the sign in front of the place looks like
it would be better suited to a strip mall beauty salon. It’s so faded and
Barbizon that it’s almost cool again. Almost.
We get buzzed in (it’s also gated) and are greeted by a cute
hostess who takes our coats and then proceeds to GIVE US A TOUR OF THE ENTIRE
PREMISES. The whole while she’s sweet and sexy and very friendly. This is only the first staff member.
Ok, and while the pool was sadly out-of-order, the Jacuzzi
was not and they have a fucking sauna?! So that settled my first stop exactly.
They provide towels and sandals in the locker (as did Oops!)
but also sarongs which are definitely convenient as nudity is welcomed
everywhere in the club and towels don’t last long...
And the bartender is wearing thigh highs with lace around
the top and this dress that doesn’t even begin to cover her pantiless ass,
which is filled with a jeweled anal plug.
Porn on the tv’s, a nice theater, dance-floor, smoking
lounge, POTATO CHIPS, a massage room, and lots of places to fuck (with people
fucking just about everywhere).
So Training Pedralbas is pretty much heaven on earth. Or
maybe I’m biased because I had the most amazing DELICIOUS SIX-HANDED MASSAGE
TURNED SEVEN-PERSON ORGY. And literally every person touching my body was HOT.
And I’m shallow. I actually stuck my fist in this blonde and she squirted all
over me. I had my pussy eaten for like three hours non-stop, condoms were
everywhere, and I LITERALLY FORGOT I WAS IN SPAIN THE CUSTOMER SERVICE WAS SO
GOOD. They work for tips, hehe. And did I mention the bartender is hott?
