May trip, pt. 1. GFE Revolutions
So it was my ex Rio girlfriend again. I have become kind of addicted to this one. Intense looks and kisses like there is no tomorrow. And fucking stupid moments like when you are just happy to grab her tits and feel her warm body when you fall asleep. And some little extras, for instance the deep throat she will try spontaneously as simply she is willing to please, and so on. I gave away UAH2000 as previously, except this time it was for nearly 24h; actually, she would have been happy to stay with me another night, had I not had other plans. I was honestly surprised at how sad she looked when we wave hands and parted. I don't think she is in love, of course not, she knows men too damn well. But still.
Anyway. I think this little experiment is true to the concept of escorting as it's no mere P4P but a more "complex" deal, so to speak. As a matter of fact, we did not spend the 24h fucking, there were "only" four sex sessions; we talked a lot as well, tried out the jacuzzi, went to the restaurant, etc. So it's a different experience. I can't say I fully see where it leads. But what a hell of a service!
May trip, pt. 2. Hit and miss
I left my GF and joined clients for dinner, and it was agreed to hit Rio. One of the fellows happened to be a local and a regular customer; he called Pasha (several times, by the way, he really had to persist) and eventually got us a table. And what a table. The one in the VIP area where the 2 chicks dance right in front of your nose! =) So it was my first night in the VIP room and obviously this is the place to be, it feels cosier and it goes faster (I mean the turn-over) , also the show behind the glass is really thrilling! As for the girls, well, as far as I am concerned they are not that much better-looking than the ones you can see in the other areas, nor are they always "reserved" for the VIP, I suppose, since I had already seen some of them. Susha, for instance, whom I had met last year, operating downstairs. That time I nearly took her out, by the way, but when I eventually asked her it was already late and although she was willing to go she warned me of the 5 a. M. Deadline where girls are expected to return to the club to check-out and get their cash. I have to say this policy pisses me off a lot. So I changed my mind and didn't take anybody and moved to Avalon instead with some of the fellowship.
But I will get to that later. Let's first review the chicks a little bit. The first one I spotted was Masha. Or it's rather her who spotted me, as she offered me a private dance no later had she started dancing in front of us. She had something and seemed to like me, and she was skilled undoubtedly, but we had just arrived and I wanted to see some more, thinking that I could still get back to her later. Did not quite had that opportunity as one of my buddies got hold of her. One less. I also noticed Mira, a tall blonde with a nice body, but the eye-contact wasn't that good so I didn't push. And of course Nikita aka "Impossible Mission", whom I had quite foolishly tried to take out last year so I was already in the know and had no false hopes. You can easily recognise her as she is tall, really beautiful, and proudly displays some well-earned bills pinned on her g-string. Clearly she makes good money with private dances and can afford not to fuck. And then there was Agatha. OMFG. By far the one that turned me on the most that night, smoking hot body, fucking fucking skilled and a look that stopped my heart for several minutes. I thought I was in heaven. Which turned out to be hell when she confessed, after an outstanding private dance, that sex was not on the menu.
So I asked for Irma, whom I spotted while Agatha was getting prepared for the private dance and whom I also quite liked. She had left in the meantime. I then asked for Ada. She was not working tonight. Hey, God, what have I done to you.
What else? Oh, Inna. A tall skinny blonde with a baby face. The most awful private dance ever. I nearly asked her to stop.
So it was a complete mess and I fucked off to Avalon. Deadly as usual, boring as usual. And guess whom I bumped into. The WG I had turned away several months ago as she would not lower her price enough (see my December report). Hello, honey, remember me? She remembers. So, are we going to find an agreement this time. USD300, she starts over. You know you should be a comic rather than a hooker. Again, she denies my offer (USD200 for 2 hours). No problem. And I join my buddies. After a while, where she is just waiting there hopelessly, she gets back and spits out that typical "Ok let's go now" that reminds me of the RP days. That a girl. Off we go, then. Unfortunately we won't make it to the exit. While walking down the stairs I notice she is sully so I ask what's wrong. Nothing, she replies. I insist gently."Ok, we don't go", she says impatiently. And she turns away and climbs the stairs back to the club. Now I am starting to really like you. But it does not end there. She came back again! So we eventually left together. I was tired anyway and could not stand the Avalon any longer so I was leaving, with or without her. But in the taxi, she was so fucking cold and bored that I suddenly decided not to be stupid, for once. When we arrived in front of my building, I gave money for the ride and told her she could drive to hell.
What a night.
May trip, pt. 3. Mamba surprise
Sent SMS and made phone calls for the traditional afternoon shag, until I was called back by a Mamba girl: pretty do-able, judging from the photos, although not really my type (initially I had called for her girlfriend whom I found much more attractive, but that one was currently abroad). Well, I thought, we shall see.
Of course, she was late, and of course, it was not the girl on the pictures. As I came down to meet her I first saw her back, as she had missed my entrance and kept walking in the street, so I ran after her, thinking, this is not the girl on the picture, clearly the body does not match, but this one seems smoking hot! Delicious tan (from some Moroccan blood, I would learn later) perfect waist to hip ratio (I mean PERFECT) , limber curves. Miam, miam! Let us just hope that the face will be nice as well! And then she turned, and the world just froze. I raised my eyebrows and stared at her stupidly. It was not a downgrade. It was not an upgrade. It was a miracle. Soft face, nice lips, perfect eyebrows, and most of all, the most beautiful, tenebrious dark eyes I have seen in Ukraine. So fucking dark, so fucking soft, like the endless sleep of death. Oh my god. My look then came down from her face to her breast, which I could easily admire in this outrageous dress of hers. I nearly choked. It was just too fucking good to be true! To complete the picture, I should also mention the fact she wears no make up. She doesn't need to. A pure natural beauty, and a girl you will necessarily wish to have in your bed. Unless you are gay. And even so.
As for the intercourse, well, it was a bit strange, due to the fact that I was mesmerised, so I would just forget what I was here for. =) Having said that, it was not the shag of the century, covered BJ, DATY strictly prohibited and hardly any FK at all; still it was a good shag, as she was involved and I could feel her vagina contracting, and it was rather passionate. Maybe she just don't like to be licked, after all. (My, is that conceivable.) I intend to see her again if I can, experience shows that repeated meetings will get you better service from one time to the next, provided there is a good connection in the first place. And I look forward to finding out how far I can go with that one, because she is just too damn beautiful!
May trip, pt. 4. Live and Learn
Back to Rio as I wanted to make up for the previous night. I managed to arrive early and found myself in the club around 9:30. A manager offered me to sit at the bar, I said,"Oh, come on", handed a bill, he laughed and gave me a table in the big room upstairs. I did not dare ask for the VIP; anyway, I wanted to see some new girls so trying another room was my best bet.
So I ordered a drink and started reviewing the chicks; nothing spectacular until one comes on stage whom instantly turned me on. She was not quite my style (really skinny, I like them a little bit more voluptuous) but her face was very nice, plus she danced in a more technical (and horny) way than the others, and above all the very second she was there she started staring at me with a big smile, ignoring the other few customers. I had never had such a strong eye-contact before, and quite logically I told her to give me a private dance as soon as she would be finished.
There, I decided to try out Liljoey's approach, I. E. To "push" and see what's happening. So I started kissing and licking her tits and kissing her in the neck, and soon found myself masturbating her, first gently, and then more energically, and she responded to my efforts by moaning in such a way that I worried about my pants. Fuck me, what a sl*t!"What if I asked you to go out with me and come to my place", I asked."Maybe", she replied with a naughty smile,"are you a good boy?" I offered her a drink so that she could decide whether I was good or not. But the deal was already made, and I knew I was going to have a shag to remember.
So we returned to my table and started chit-chatting (good English, by the way, which is something I appreciate). Her alias was "Helen", she was Russian and had come to Kiev for I don't recall what reason; actually I was not really listening to what she had to say, I was just thinking, son, you have found her, the genuine Russian be*tch, a monger's dream, and I kept wetting my pants like a dirty dog in power gaming mode.
Helen suggested that we first hang out and have fun somewhere before going to my appartement. I quite liked the idea, as it was still early (maybe 10:30) and I like to spend time with the girls, since it can really increase their GFE potential at the end of the day. Only we first had to wait for a buddy who was on his way; he arrived around 11, had a quick drink, took out his girl (he already knew which one, he had fucked her the night before and was addicted) and we got out of the Rio together: Helen, Marina, my wingman and myself.
And then something strange happened. Helen's attitude changed dramatically. I mean dramatically from my perspective. I am quite sensitive to such things and although it might have gone unnoticed to many, I instictively switched to DEFCON 4; she was no longer winking or smiling but seemed instead rather impatient and a bit bored. At this point, had I been given the choice to fly back in time and take another girl out, I would have probably seized the occasion; but there was no way I could get my $300 back now, was there? And my buddy was willing to go anyway, and I could not let him down. So we asked the girls which place they had in mind. D'lux. Of course. One of the most expensive clubs in Kiev. DEFCON 3.
So we took a cab to the club, paid the entrance fee (UAH500, nice rip-off) and the deposit (a nasty trick) for a table. A waiter showed up, and we made it clear to the chicks that we were just here for a couple of drinks and dancing and that ordering the whole fucking menu was out of the question. The waiter came back with our drinks a few moments later and we started enjoying the show, so to speak: a tombola, and then some kind of fucking endless fashion show sponsored by a brand of ugly jeans wored by rather ugly models. Geez. Meanwhile Helen was cooler than ever, she was acting as if I did not exist and I really did not like the smell of it.
And then ANOTHER waiter came to our table with a meal. And then another meal. And then another."Have you girls ordered all this stuff?" Helen replied,"I haven't eaten today!" We retorted that it was not our concern, but it was too late: they had done it. They had ordered the whole fucking menu. In fucking D'lux. Against our will. DEFCON 1.
This is where I went apeshit and told my wingman "Who the fuck is going to pay for all this, not you, not me, those fucking be*tches played us a trick, let's get the fuck out of here and they will handle the bill, why not return to Rio and complain, this is fucking unacceptable!" But my buddy replied,"you know we will have to pay in the end, that's just the game, you make mistakes that you won't do again; you live and learn, that's the most we can make of the situation now." Still I was not at all prepared to pay an astronomical bill, this was just not going to happen and I could not afford it anyway. My pal took upon himself to pay most of it as he could afford it, so I was sort of relieved; but in the principle, I was pissed off, as we had got fucked like newbies.
Total damage for the night (which my wingman and I shared) : 100 bribe to Rio manager + 200 private dance + approx. 500 drinks in Rio + 500 entrance fee to D'lux + 2100 drinks and meals + 100 taxi + 4800 for the take-outs = UAH8300 = a thousand fucking dollars. Ouch.
Now, regarding my shag (as there eventually was one) , it is one of the most awful I had to date. Forget the GFE, naturally, and it was not even a proper shag as per "normal" standards. Not only Helen did not like to fuck with me, but she was not even capable of delivering properly a mere mechanical service. The most awful blowjob EVER. (The teeth, for fuck sake, the TEETH.) Almost made me regret to have a dick. I had to really concentrate to cross the finish line, closing my eyes and remembering some good old porn I knew by heart. Isn't that ironical, spending a fucking fortune for a girl in Kiev, just to end up thinking hard of the movies you have at home. But you live and learn. Live and learn.
I am still pondering over this experience, trying to figure out how all this could happen; how I, Insomniaque the First, a monger and a GFE expert (or so I thought) could be cheated to such an incredible extent. How I was so totally blind and failed to detect anything during the private dance, which is precisely what private dances are all about. I find that disturbing. That Helen is a really good actress, for sure. But still. I SHOULD have seen it coming.
Dancer Strippers = Professional players
Reminds me in Patipa nightclub the drinks are well priced, however they sell some kind of champagne for 1800grn a bottle. These girls that do the show on a Tuesday or Wednesday. The fella I was with made friendly with one of the girls from the show for some time now. In other words banging her time to time when he lands in Kiev. So she comes to the table lovely girl. Invites her friends. O my god! Ametuer hour here we go again! Hello! =) The one girlfriend within the space of 2 minutes is demanding the most expensive drink on the menu! From me over & over again. I smile at her & say what about a Corona haha big smile! No this one! She demands again with this high maintenance I deserve it attitude. I look to my fellow ISG brother with a half grin & say."Name" this girl would like some champagne. He goes after looking at the menu. Head shaking a no chance, nono not. The bubbly drink that we bought for the girls was okay, it accompanied & made fine standing next to the Corona with lemon, Jack Daniels on the rocks. The girl that refused the bubbly which was poured before her, got up after another few minutes realizing she is not getting what she wants, picks up the bubbly that she did not like or want, refused it actually. & gave us both the "look," flicked around as if brushing us off & walked off with a stamper. It was very entertaining. The others left to prepare for the next part of the show also. They came back afterwards. Maintenance comes to sit by me again, anyways I pass this lady over for her friend or work associate next to her. No points for why. Pretty hot & interested in some touching, kissing, playing. So great. I go off to look around the club, sit alone have some me time for a minute. Ah who shows up for a kiss & wants to sit on my lap.
Strippers rock & then sock, mostly
Insomniaque
Thats the thing with professional strippers, Remember they time after time after time! Encounter thousand upon thousand's of men. From badboys to richboys. You can have a lot of fun with strippers, get sucked into the emotional up & downs, enjoy playing games or hearing about these exboyfriends, & how bad they all were. & how you should be a real man & prove yourself. Shaking her ass getting lots of attention in clubs. All the boys that are getting no pussy, or that should like a little, or the ones that think they bad enough to take some, will all try make a pitch in some way or another. So you got 2 problems here. 1 is pride or the shame of being put down by some annoymous random in the world, & secondly the jealously that may slowly build from within. Acting on 1 of the 2 likely feelings will eventually spur the other come future. If not a dual beginning of both emotional feelings. I got some stripper stories alright! . . Though on the contrary a good friend of mine in the Dam! Amsterdam that is, has had a good relationship with a stripper for the past 3 years. Unlike the fuckup I decided to spend "quality" time with. However you can have a lot of fun. Just watch the emotional connections that sneak up on you, & the more you do the more you can become connected. As in a way as a parent does for a child. Feelings of responsibility over. I met a British lad in Rock Hard A Go Go in Phuket after I broke up with the stripper I was seeing for almost 2 years of traumatic excitement. He was deeply invested inlove with this Czech Republic stripper, bought her an apartment in Prague & everything. He was upset a little as the stripper did not come to Phuket with him & she had a ticket & a nice 5 star bedroom on Patong beachfront awaiting her. It was very good to share our war stories for a few hours, talk about the battles & outcomes. He even had the shakes a little, in Britain they say,"Mate she's doing your head in."
So another point, if you are playing with a professional fuck you artist. If things start good & it is actually love etc etc. Remember when or if things go bad for whatever reason. This woman has more experience in triggering your male psychology then you can imagine. Nevermind your second head. If things go wrong or she wants out, & your heart & mind is invested. You are likely to incur some loss & pain. & listen to the advice of telling strippers. If you breakup go meet someone straight away! It saves the thinking memories & all that head shit. Know your psychology, if you are analytical you really going to be fucked! Don't do as I did. The hard way & not meet women for a time afterwards. Go be a man, ney a fucking Lion! Catch & eat the Zebra. Devour it whole.
What I think about all this
Firstly, to answer Liljoey's questions, no, I did not bother asking Pasha or some other manager if Helen was any good, I didn't even think about it as I was so sure. My bad. I did not return to Rio and inform the management of what I had been through, as my plane was taking off the very morning; but I will do so next time I am in Kiev, if ever Helen is still working here.
Regarding Rio in general, I have taken out 3 different girls so far. First one was Erika, whom I took out twice and then met another two times after she had left Rio; a truly exceptional experience. Second one was Malvina, nice girl, nice shag, but nothing to rewatch when you die and the movie of your life passes in your mind for half a second. Third one was Helen. 1 spectacularly good. 1 good. 1 spectacularly bad: this would make an average or 6 or 7 out of 10, something like that.
I tend to see Rio differently now. So far I figured that, regardless of the looks of the girls, the average level of service was higher than in other venues, or than what you could get through Mamba and the like. But maybe is it just that I was very lucky on my first try. With Erika, everything had happened like in a dream; a genuine chemistry, an unforgettable private show (I had private dances with a dozen different girls so far, including Agatha who did it quite well, but Erika still remains unsurpassed) and then the best shag of my career. From there, I definitely conceived very high expectations: what I am learning now is that reality does not (always) meet them. Don't get me wrong: I still think you can get awesome GFE from Rio; that is not the point. It's just that I am no longer so sure that the premium against standard WG (entrance fee to Rio + bribe to managers + private dances + obviously the $300) is worth it, as it does not seem to really increase your chance of getting a real GFE, which from my perspective was its sole justification.
And you can't say either that there are more stunners in Rio than elsewhere; I have never seen many 9' and 10' on any given night, only a couple of them at best (even in the VIP area). Nikita could be a 9+ in my own scale; Agatha is a 10; Ada and Eva could be a 9, if I remember correctly, and I guess Mira could be an 8; this is all I can recall at the minute, in terms of stunning specimens. And on top of that, would these girls remain so in broad daylight, without the make up, the dim lights, the g-strings and the high-heels (God, I love those things)? Would Nikita or Agatha, for instance, stand a chance against the Moroccan goddess I found via Mamba, who was a 10 "au naturel"? I am not sure. Of course, with Mamba, for one goddess you find, you will have a dozen of average looking girls, so it is really a matter of luck. Yet again, is the Rio premium really worth it?
Now, regarding how I could be cheated so nicely by the Troyan actress. I recall everything that happened so as to try and find any bad omens I could have overlooked. At the stage of the public dance and the eye-contact, there is really nothing I could have been aware of; she really acted like she wanted me and nobody else; not even with Erika had the eye-contact been so strong. That girl really deserves an Oscar for her performance! Now, at the stage of the private dance, a thing that could have alarmed me is that, even though I was pushing, I couldn't get her to French kiss me. I remember having been turned off a bit by that; on the other hand, I had just had a pizza, a beer, a vodka-redbull and many cigs (I smoke an awful lot) and it is more than likely that my breath didn't quite smell like the heavenly roses of the garden of Eden; and since all the other indicators (smiles, looks, moanings, moves and the fact she let me frankly lick her and masturbate her) were positive, I had no real reason to worry.
The stage of the conversation is probably where I actually failed. If I compare with Erika, where it was quite natural, friendly and funny, with Helen it was a bit uneasy, it was not that interesting and there were a couple of silences that made me feel a bit uncomfortable. And the eye-contact was already weaker than during the 2 previous stages. This is something I will really pay attention to, from now on. It seems that the interview is at least as important as the private dance in the process of selecting the right girl.
Upon leaving the club, I truly realised something was wrong, as it was so obvious. But too late.
I am not sure this Helen is that bad of a person; I would rather think it's in her mentality. As a matter of fact, she thanked me for the nice evening, which really surprised me. I think that type of girls are used to quite generous customers and do expect us to pay for entertainment, even though we have already paid for a fuck; that's the way they see things. After the shag, when she asked for some money for taxi and I refused (I would not have spent one more penny on her!) she looked shocked, as if it was me who was not behaving!
As for my wingman, since Liljoey asked, well, he was more fortunate than me: he had just another fantastic shag with "his" Marina. Already the 5th time he is taking her out and he can't seem to take any other girl, she really put a spell on him. In my own scale she would hardly reach a 5 but she turns him on to death and he claims she fucks like a queen. Except once where she was sully and tired and he had to send her back without fucking her (even though he had pay the $300). But 4 exceptional shags out of 5 is already good, I suppose.
Last comments on hot waxed golden legged strippers from me for the time
[QUOTE=The Shadow; 1161075]"Sometimes you'll meet a hooker with a heart of gold, but a stripper will always take your last cent"
I forget where I heard that quote, but it's always seemed true to me. I think strippers get used to taking money from guys in clubs easily and quickly. They know what to say and do and they very rarely have to put in too much effort (unless they're on the pole). [/QUOTE]I met some diamonds in Kiev. You are 100% Some real cool working girls / hookers.
Also I find ultimately even though strippers they want a holiday, or more cash. In the end they in general prefer more alpha or masculine traits come end. Some action, someone to adventure with, someone that won't take to much shit. Though seekings holes in your armour is literally a game to some more experienced negative based strippers. & the main weapon they have against you in the end, is the emotional connections that have been placed over time.
Eliciting emotions is a key characteristic when dating experienced players, actually falsely making an argument. Or crying. Nobody loves me, or what the fuck ever. Getting you invested emotionally seriously. While on her part it is but an act. So you have this big fight & think thats it I'm out of here! Then the flip comes just before the door closes, follows you down the street. Crying I'm so sorry I love you, please don't leave me, it's not me! The boss sends me out, or its his fault her fault. You get the idea.
& this is key people... Never argue with an idiot, they will drag you down to there level, & then beat you with experience. & that also goes for educated idiots as well, I lost but I was right. I don't understand. It does not compute.
Poem for the pleasure of the community:
If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don't. If you like to win, but you think you can't, It is almost certain you won't. If you think you'll lose you've lost. For out of the world we find. Success begins with a fellow's state of mind. If you think you are outclassed, you are. You've got to think high to rise. You've got to be sure of yourself before You can ever win a prize. Lifes battles don't always go To the stronger or faster man (or more intelligent man) ; But soon or late the man who wins, Is the man who thinks he can.