Review by CINEASTE, November, 2013
Charlotte is not DIY. There will be more said about this below, but the confusion in other reviews is probably resulting in a lot of men avoiding this hidden gem of a sensual masseuse, and this simple fact should be in a large-font banner headline. So, I repeat: Charlotte is not DIY. Now, on with the review. I had an unexpected opening in my calendar, and was scrambling to find someone who might be available. Amongst the string of disappointing responses was a recommendation to see Charlotte. I vaguely remembered her profile. Attractive photos, positive reviews, but I hadn’t added her to my list because of words in the reviews such as “strict DIY”, which has little appeal to me. But I had never tried it. Maybe it was hotter than I thought. I trusted the recommending provider not to steer me wrong, and made the appointment. Charlotte’s incall is in Uptown, in a building that seems to be a hive for busy masseuses. I had been there before, assiduously avoiding eye contact with the other patrons I happen to see in the hallways. I knocked on the assigned door, and was greeted by Charlotte I had received a couple photos from her, both showing a slender, ivory-skinned, redhead who knew how to rock a set of thigh-highs. One photo showed a sultry pout, and the other displayed a broad smile. I liked the latter one better, as it seemed more natural, and I was right, as I saw it on her face at the door.