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I will post here a not-so-good experience at RP that can provide useful indications on how things work with working girls in Kiev.
I went to RP at around midnight and, although the quality of the girls was as high as expected, the athmosphere seemed to suffer from a certain lack of light and brightness. This was basically due to the general attitude of the girls, that seemed to be acting as they were living in a mirror rather than in a valley of tears named earth. All seemed to be somehow soulless.
After a while I tried to make a better use of the time I was stealing to sleep and started a conversation with a girl that, while not being definitely the most stunning of all, seemed to have something applicable to attract my attention. But the conversation did not really take off and was terminated by my mentioning the hotel I was booked at, this was Vozdvizhensky and I can agree that it is not the top of the locations in Kiev, difficult to reach and not comparable to Dubai's Burj-al-Arab for sure.
After another while I started incidentally a conversation (this like the previous in Russian, problem was to understand the replies with that loud music) with a non-working girl who was there by accident I presume and appeared to be ultimately wondering why she was there indeed. She was again not one of the (many) top-models the place was packed with but appealing enough to give my dirty phantasies some fuel, and showed a promising interest in cultivating our conversation. Unfortunately, she was with another girl (hopelessly and discomfortingly ugly BTW!!) and showed as well the annoying tendence to dedicate an excess of efforts in worrying about her, therefore after maybe 1 hour I got fucked-up enough to drop her in favour of a serious RP-level couple. One was not the model-type girl but simply a sex-bomb, the other was more the slim hottie you may wish to meet in such a place. Both insisted in having a dance with me to give me an insight in their availability to go dirty, then the negotiation started, they wanted $200 for both, it was almost 3am so I laughed and downsized it to 100 for one only, they said they wanted to do it together and I made my final price, $130, which they accepted.
I may have picked easy enough and for a cheap price one of the other hotties available in the bar area and desperate to find a companion at that late hour of the night, but I was curious to see that funny couple in action ...
At the hotel I had to tip additional $60 (50% of the room price) to the guy of the security to let them in without registration. Once in my room, they began to make a joke of it, laughing and bullshitting around in a clear attempt to give the minimum while time went by. I played the game for a while, then I decided I had enough of it and since I am not the man who would achieve things with physical violence, they showed at first some reluctancy to adapt to my demand of performing an immediate and substantial change in their attitude. I had no other choice but showing I was ready to call the security man, and announced I would give him $100 to call the police and accuse them of robbery. I hit the target, there's nothing like a nightmare for these girls as having inconveniences with security men and militsianery, and that mention of robbery was hard and credible enough to throw them into a sufficient discomfort. So the one who spoke English (the slim hotty) politely asked what I would need in order to reconsider this, I said "give me serious sex and stop being silly", I must confess that I felt myself into a sort of Fellini-movie, I was sitting on a chair, completely naked, with my cock in a stand-by condition well visible between my legs, business-likely talking with ice-voice about making a hell out of their forthcoming hours!
Eventually, the slim hotty started giving me a CBJ, fear produced an appreciable change in her attitude although it was all far from being a top performance. Then I asked them to make a lesbo show, again I got a minimum of that performance, before being asked to join them. I fucked the English speaking hotty, while the sex bomb was not available to do anything but damaging my balls from behind with a manual action that may have reminded her grandmother's dough-sheeting in preparation of a Sunday lunch! When I wanted to switch to her (with the last-but-not-least aim of getting in more reasonable control of her bloody hands ) I was announced that I had to change my condom!! Feeling as galvanized as a eunuch at a gay party, I ineluctably gave up the idea and refucked the other till completion, she showed eventually a minimum of appreciation but then I put them at the door in the time that you would need to say "Archibald McAllister is travelling to Benbecula" (personally, not being a native speaker, I need 7 seconds for it), and delivered them back to the delights of a grey rainy morning in that former paradise of workers.
Lessons to learn:
1) going double, especially with an established couple, implies an increased risk of being teased around, the 2 ladies will easily support each other
2) the security is still a serious and credible threat
3) don't be afraid of going hard. If you can't get their love, get their fear. Anything else will produce poorer results.
Well the dear members preparing to downsize their consideration for me should show some availability to give me a second chance and wait for my forthcoming report on the day after. I am confident I will regain everyone's consideration, and being the subject (or the object?!) of it a freebie, this can add some stuff to the recent debate on freebies vs working girls. My aim is showing that, if RP working girls can be unexpectedly poor, freebies can be unexpectedly good ;-)
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I'd like to second MagicTouch's report on the essential, and very deep, crappiness of RP.
I was there a couple of weeks back, more, I suppose, for a laugh, than anything else and, as I'd been lacking much to do around midnight in the part of the city where I was staying, decided to head out and see what it is that this forum's been talking about. But it was anything but a laugh, though perhaps laughable. I paid European prices for a lousy and almost-warm beer served (my memory says, though it can hardly be right) in a plastic glass like you get in London on a saturday night in a low-grade footall pub. There were plenty of girls there, but they spent most of their time eyeing each other's totties up and down, as I've no doubt they did the previous evening, and the evening before that, and so on down the long arches of the years. There were none there who seemed either decent, or intelligent (the two things which turn me on; big difference from Dubai) though I hardly suppose that RP's the place to go to see much of either.
The single, wall-mirrored, dark-ceilinged and low-slung room was verging on the claustrophobic; the fact that I had to stand at the bar (the only available standing room) and be hassled by the bar staff as they hustled by, and the hustlers as they barged past didn't do much for my mood. Neither did the sudden appearance of a littoral boat-load of smartly-dressed, well-shaded, Italian guys who ambled in, ordered one glass of flaccid beer each (no doubt to feel at home), and began to discuss, too ostentatiously for my taste, the local talent, at high volume and with great persistence. Happily, my italian's bad enough that I could let their low-grade, lip-licking groans be drowned by the loud, thumping music.
In short, I drank two-thirds of my beer, slapped my glass down on the semi-visible, smoke- and cigarette-butt-clad bar and headed out onto the riverbank to catch a passing taxi, glad for having seen the place, but not much else. The girls who walk Kreschyatik at any time of the day or night are better looking and, I've no doubt, smarter too. And you won't have to stand by and watch a roomful of testosterhol-infused inostrantsi make idiots of themselves.
Won't be going there again in a hurry.
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OK, now let me post the completely different experience I had the day after the Fellinian couple, with a completely different outcome and level of satisfaction.
I had spent the month before making contacts on a local dating site, and out of the unhealthy amount of e-mails, pictures, replies, replies to the replies, lies beyond any immagination and assorted bullshit necessary for the purpose I was able to collect some 10 tel. numbers, and 2-3 warmer accounts to rely upon as a 1st choice.
So the night after was scheduled for a meeting with this cute girl, young enough although not just barely legal, not really model-type but with a beautiful slavic face, big boobs and a very merry and bright attitude. I met her at Hotel Rus, where we were joined by another glorious member of this forum (my black brother ;-) and a stunning hotty from a village in the countryside he had picked from the same website.
A drink, dinner at an upscale local restaurant (unfortunately my 1st choice, Khutorok, was fully booked), then bowling generated the excellent athmosphere needed for THE purpose. We moved eventually to Carribean Club for some Latin American action. That disco is the right place if you want to escape the recently described delights of the working environment at RP and look for non-working hotties. The good salsa, merengue and similar music played there all the time is very effective in making the female visitors hot and available, we 2 WSG guys were almost about to regret being there with girls already since we saw a minimum of 20 girls not benefitting from any significant male-companionship and perfectly applicable for a promising contact.
That kind of music gave the decisive impulse to the process of seduction I had been working on, the girl I was with was the typical sweet neighbour's daughter light-years away from any working horizon, so the only chance I had to make a good use of my last night in Kiev was achieving a perfect result in terms of seduction - and outcome of the seduction. The music was very effective in facilitating the last step, despite my dancing skills that are reasonably comparable with those of a drunken bear, I got her dancing hot hand in hand and, after repeatedly having her face at 10 cm distance from mine for prolongued periods of time, I said vaffanculo to the last gods of decency left at my side, made the step and pulled her into a tsunamical DFK action that brought me back enthusiastically to my never-regretted-enough teen years ;-)
She got so involved in the game that at a certain point I believe that everybody was expecting me to fuck her directly on the dance floor. Instead of this, we moved to our friends' hotel (definitely better than my Vozdvizhensky), but the other girl was not available to share the same room with any more strangers in the night than strictly necessary. This is a good indication for everybody, guys, the gentleman was the one who paid the room, and the girl decided who would stay in and who not ;-)
But before putting me at the door, this glorious WSG member gave the input that was to prove extremely beneficial for the short-term development of my fortune, he told my girl that I was a super-specialist of massages (?!). So, when we were eventually in my room, in order to break the ice I offered her to try it and see if she would agree. I started with a serious massage on her back (my past experiences in professional sport were much of help) and gradually converted it, very slowly into a hot tongue-massage that made her completely crazy and out of her mind. When I shifted this particular kind of action on to her butt she could no longer keep any decency (thus obliging another deal of upset gods to search more breathable air elsewhere) and began to moan and crawl all around. I made a sophisticated use of her tanga to start a serious stimulation of her hot spots, then removed the tanga (pity ...) and gave her a shakespearian manual action using all the available fingers (mine) into and onto all the available holes and spots (hers) in a war of no mercy and no prisoners that I made last longer than she (and you all) would believe.
This was how I completed my seduction performance, ie transforming the sweet neighbour's daughter into a nymphoqueen enthusiastically overwhelmed by an exponential series of orgasms.
The time finally came when I was fed-up with all that orgiastic manipulation, and as soon as she could regain some understanding of what is above and what is below in the world, I showed her that I was ready to enjoy my share of the game. The response to this was a phantasmagoric, megalythical BBBJ with double-handed side action culminated in one of the most glorious CIM's in the history of mankind. This jesuschristed me out without remedy and I kept shivering for good 5 minutes after completion, and felt it in my bones 1 hour later still (to be honest, I STILL feel it in my bones if I think of it ;-). Believe it or not, I had no least need to go to the toilet after that, and, not wishing to disregard the significant implications behind this, for the avoidance of doubt I suspended any DFKing for a while ;-)
Unfortunately, it was 6 am already by that time, and the hotel's policy obliges unregistered guests to leave, so there was no prosecution of action possible. I had no other choice but waiting for her taxi in the lobby, and going back to my room for 2 hours of sleep before a business breakfast and a later flight to a new city, a new hotel, a new business and a new ride on the carousel.
Purely judging from this experience, I would say that pulling freebies is by far more effective in providing outstanding levels of satisfaction. The seduction game, and the passion a conveniently seduced lady will put in the love-games is by far superior to any professional performance. Ukraine seems to be a good place to attract ordinary girls into this kind of game, and availability to internet contact is unlimited except for the language skills required to them to be in touch with non Russian-literate foreigners (some of my contacts made good use of online translators for the purpose). My WSG-brother was able to get a delighful flower of a beauty and sex-appeal that you would not believe. Even if you get responses from average-girls, don't forget that average in Ukraine corresponds to extremely beautiful wherever else in the world. Considering any 10 girls randomly chosen in that country, you can rely on the following figures:
3 are absolute top-models: long legs, high butts, slim bodies etc
3-4 are very beautiful and/or fascinating although maybe strictly speaking not model-type
2 are beautiful
the rest (!) is to forget.
And, if you don't like bullshitting on the internet in search of contacts, my advice is to sample pubs, bars and restaurants: in spite of all the Khreshatyk, RP etc business often advertised in this forum, those who give body to the quintessence of the stunning beauty are nothing but the waiters working in these places unbelievably under the general disconsideration of everybody.
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Great report for the lightening system of RP, kind of glasses they use for beer, what Italien guys are talking about,etc,etc
That's what we've been all wondering about...
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Vegamars, merci beaucoup (almost) for your sarcasm.
I wrote a report which explains what I thought of RP, having gone there on the strength of the writeups I'd seen around here. However, when I arrived, it turned out to be a cheap dive serving lousy beer. If I'd known this before going, I'd have saved myself the 15-hrivna ride from Kreshyatik (~two euro, around half the price of a beer in RP) and spent it somewhere else, having far more fun. That's what this forum is for: giving the bad with the good.
To reiterate: On the night I was there, RP was full of tired hookers, drunk foreigners and cigarette-ends. If this is all somebody wants out of Kiev, then he should go to Amsterdam instead and leave Kiev to the rest of us.
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I don't know what time you were there, but you can be sure that the atmosphere is fascinating between 12 p.m and 2a.m everyday, especially during the winter and spring.
There can be no kind of comparison whatsoever between Amsterdam or any other location in western Europe with Kiev.
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I fully agree with Vegamars.
In fact his comments brought back flashes from my recent trip to RP and alas business prevented me from making one last stop there on the way out of the Ukraine. Whimper.
Detailed flashbacks... (for the few of you who like reading such details...)
I found my 24 yr old blonde acrobatic gymnast and ballerina girls for a hot menage a trois at about 01:00, so Vegamars time frame rings oh so true.
Back at my flat - after a nice bottle of champagne we started off with a real nice bubble bath in the large jacuzzi style bath with cool underwater lights...
Kind of hard to recall all things that evening but I will say that the ballerina girl (cute blonde, thin, no tits, liked being on top in 69) while she took turns going down on me with her friend (the gymnast - really cute, nice tits, very sweet) who took care of my balls licked me down under, and licked and sucked my cock also... endlessly it seemed they both really appreciated how I was gentle and went down on them also... Oh, one sensation I rather liked was that while one was deep throating me gymnast girl who had near c-cup breasts kissed me and then literally shoved her nipples into my mouth.... oh my gawd.... it was so hot....
hum, what else....? In the morning I awoke between both girls, the ballerina dead asleep on my right and the cute gymnast on my left... well, since the gymnast had the nicer tits (I for a quick second pondered how such nice breasts might cause her as a gymnast to fall off a balance beam but perhaps that's why she's doing this kind of 'gymnastics' now....) I felt like exploring that region, well, actually I spooned up next to her and caressed her perfect breasts and as my cock got bigger and harder she stretched her smooth and sleek body in sync with mine letting my cock plow into the folds of her pussy lips. Soon she spread her legs and was rubbing my cock in and out of her pussy. After a while she was moaning... then moaning more loudly she got on top of me and we fucked like banchees, me sucking her perfect breasts, she frenching me deeping, I mounted her and she moved her inner muscles rythmically, with both of us moaning loudly I was hoping that her friend would wake up and help out by licking us both but she was out cold.... so despite the fact that her friend did not join in (till after I came, then for a 2nd morning round) it was as sensual and hot and wet and intense as it gets, halleluyah.
During much of that evening and morning together I played some really cool mezmerizing sensual tango nuevo music which they found loved so much they insisted on taking the CD in the morning.... in return I jokingly insisted on a massage which they gladly provided.... I wanted them to massage my front also (truly) but both sets of hands then lips and tongues went down for yet another energetic (farewell) bbbjtc (having so often seen ladies 'run' in the morning, I didn't expect it) but they almost insisted and, well, as the Star Trek Borg proclaim: 'Resistance is Futile!'.... They were in such good shape, no matter how long I lasted they kept at it. Oh....
Alas, I am thinking of heading back to Kiev in the cold dreary winter when air fares are cheaper (not for business but for monkey business) and the winddows reportedly steamy... Kind of interesting really how in Ukraine it is easier to connect with 2 RP girls rather than one, it's common for them to prefer working together (they feel safer, etc....) ... ah, what a terrible dilema... sigh...
Well, so yes, I agree that the right time for RP is between 12:00 and 02:00.
Rendorseg
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I was in Kiev last month, and I called Sveta. I stayed with her for 3 wonderful days together. I met her in disco River Palace when I visited Kiev several months ago.
When I met her first time there, she was different from others.
She was very shy when I asked to go to my apartment. It was already 4 am. She asked me $100. Usually all other girls asked $200 to $300 to make deal. So I took her to my apartment, and had very nice GFE. I gave her $200 in the morning, and she gave me her mobile phone number.
In the late afternoon, I called her for more night. She came to my apartment at 7pm, and we went to restaurant. After nice food and glass of wine, we came back to home in very good mood. We had really nice sex like with girlfriend. Next morning, she did not want to go back home, but I should go to airport. I gave her $200. She was very happy.
I always missed her and came back to Kiev last month. She liked very much.
I attached her photos. If you planned to go to Kiev, ask me her telephone number. She is absolutely a gem.
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Magictouch:
Caribbean-club (Kominterna street 4)
The only place in Ukraina were i have seen Havana-Club ron ;).
But 25 Griven for a Cubalibre!?
All the other places you are talking about (RP, Modabar, 111...) are not real Ukraina. Forget Kiev and visit other towns.
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As I ponder on my TV this Sunday night the world's all time most pathetic excuse for a pro football team, namely the Dolphins, who ought to relocate to Pensacola, I begin to realize that its time for Jackson to create a new thread here.
Why don't we call it......VegasWorld. Yeah, kind of like Wayne's World, but instead of Garth, we have all these RiverPalace guys whose only purpose is to out-Vega the enigna from mars himself. Not following me?
Try banshee-fucking rythmic muscle mesmerizing salsa followed by methagalactic
jesus blow jobs where 3 out of every 10 girls is a top model.
If that doesn't bake your cake, then try the deep crappiness and quintessance of
disconsiderate flaccid beer as you refuck your low-slung valley of tears.
Like I said, welcome to hell. And you don't even need a visa, a lobotomy will do just fine. No cranial drill bit? Worry not friends, just keep reading down below .
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Forget Kiev and visit other towns???
I wanna forget, but no way..
Why not visit other towns and come back to Kiev at the end?
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Let me remind again that River Palace is only a tiny spot for the endless opportunities that Kiev has to offer.
Some other exciting places for those who wonder:
Shelter
Zair
Hollywood
Velvet
Joss
Split
Matrix
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Does anybody know of any places in or around Kiev like Resttown was a couple of years ago ? I mean a stripclub where you can take the girl to a room right there in the club. I was at Resttown recently and apparently it really doesn't work like that anymore. Very few girls, they don't undress when they dance, and they don't all go to the rooms.
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There are many spots in Kiev, but River Palace is the best.
I go to Kiev at least 3 or 4 times a year. I tried so many places, but I go to River Palace everytime now. Of course, three years ago, we can meet many non pro there. Now, most of girls are pro. Some girls come to the place for three years.
But we can still meet very nice girls sometimes. Of course, they come to the place for money. But you can have real GFE with some girls if you treat them like girl friends.
If you go to the place like Resttown, you cannot have GFE with any girl. Even if you treat her very well, they are mechanical.
Go to River Palace, and find a gem. I already found two gems, Sveta and Tanya. Whenever I go to Kiev, I called them and have a wonderful GFE.
Sveta is 22 years old blond. 170cm slim nice body with very beautiful breasts. I already post her photo with my previous report.
Tanya is 19 years old brown hair model. She has really nice body like model. She is now working as strip dancer in Cabaret, so does not go to River Palace any more. Attached is her photo. If you go to Kiev, and need her telephone number, ask me.
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...RP well aside, though, Kiev is chockful with the most stunning, model-type, bra-less, tight-top, above-hip white-pants, lip-smacking, girls that I've ever seen. Am dying to get back and get to know a few more, or even meet some of the last trip's tally.
Two questions to the group at large:
1. Who speaks russian, and have you found it to be of any use? In RP and other such dives, it's a disadvantage, at least from the point of view of mongering; doesn't lower the price and the girls seem to get suspicious. However, in terms of picking up more normal (and more friendly) girls, it's makes things easy, even if it's only mid-level as mine is. What are people's experiences?
2. Has anybody had hassle in Kiev from LE? The cops I saw kept a low profile around foreigners, but one Aussie guy I met told me that he'd had the stuffing kicked out of him by the local militsia while leaving 111, which I and another friend recommeded to him the previous evening -- yikes :(. When I met him at an internet cafe the following day, he was limping badly [he suspected a broken toe], had two black eyes and a cut on his face. He told me that he'd gone on to 111 after chatting with us and got pretty drunk with a bunch of English guys who he'd just met, then, as he left the club with them, a vanful of passing militsia guys stopped, duffed them up, handcuffed them and threw them all into the back of the van, drove out past the city limits, gave them a second going over and left them there, after nicking their wallets (being careful to return their bank cards). I've no idea whether his story is true, but he didn't look to me like the kind of guy who'd spin a yarn. Has anybody seen or experienced stuff like this? I heard of something like this in St Pete too, but not in Ukraine.