| I used to consider the Japanese masters in the art of using space effectively, this was before my first (but most definitely NOT last( visit to The Gatehouse.
A compact & bijou environment situated in a discreet industrial area, the pleasures that await within are not hinted at from it's non-descript exterior.
Friendly staff invite you through its doors and all first time visitors are given a personal tour of the facilities and during said tour, you are reminded of the safety mantra "no means NO".
Kat, the busty hostess is reminiscent of that aunt (by marriage) that you've always wanted to bang, & thanks to her voracious appetite, you are more than likely to scratch that itch.
Nat the demure volunteer, looks as though she wouldn't say boo to a goose, however this is just a smoke screen as she possesses a butt that begs to be grabbed & with permission you may be afforded such luxury.
The patrons themselves are equally welcoming & unlike in other environments, women attendees are not only comfortable with males enjoying themselves with TV's prior to you interacting with them first, some actively encourage you to do so. Not for their visual stimulation, but for you to meet your own needs whatever they may be.
I'm not usually one for travelling beyond the ring if tarmact that is the M25 (outer London ring road/motorway), but in The Gatehouse I have found reason to not only do so, but also to leave the well trodden streets of Manchester in favour of good company, a well equipped play area & a sumptuous spread that is included in the meagre entry fee.
However, why simply take my word for it? Go & see for yourself that I do not speak with forked tongue.
Date: 10 August 2016
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