Moscow

I am returning to Russia after a too long absence.

Are Night Flight (very expensive) and Doug and Marty's Boar House (cheap)still good mongering locations?

Has the Safari Club returned as the best strip club ever? It had constant full song lap dances for 100 rbl per song with dozens of beautiful women.

Is the Hungry Duck still the wildest dance club ever?

Are Russian women still brutally honest and excited by foreingers?

I fear that after constant tourism I will need to move my mongering out to the smaller towns to get to meet the "real" Russians I fell in love with years ago.

On my last trip the wildest time I had had by far was the night I took two girls from Chesterfields, got them to do lesbian action, and we took pictures of everything. I wanted to repeat that experience on this trip. But Chesterfields didn’t open until late, so I decided to warm up at Safari, which opened early in the day.

I arrived before they were open and they told me when to come back, but when I came back the club still wasn’t open, only the restaurant was, and there was an entrance fee, which wasn’t there the last time a year ago. I hadn’t eaten yet, so I decided not to resist the scam. I had an ok meal and when I was done the club downstairs was open and I found a decent selection of girls. There were two in particular who looked good and they said they would go with me. They told me their price and the price for the room, but I stupidly hadn’t brought enough money.

Mariella, Russia, 23?, looks 9, attitude 7

My hotel wasn’t too far, so went back and got more money, but when I returned only one of the two girls was there, and the other began pressuring me, telling me that the other girl had left. I didn’t know whether to believe her but she was nice, so I decided to go with her. Her name was Mariella. She had jet black hair and a great figure.

Then I discovered that the room had somehow gotten more expensive in the past 30 minutes. I was supposed to pay separately for it at the bar but Mariella insisted on taking my money and paying for the room herself since I didn’t speak Russian. Obviously I was being ripped off, but it was only for an additional 5-10 dollars, and no one at the bar spoke any English, so I didn’t see how to avoid it without telling Mariella to take a hike, and she was the best girl in the club by far at that moment.

So I committed the intolerable sin of agreeing to a rip off, albeit a small one, and off we went. Then there was another problem. The electricity wasn’t working in the rooms, so they were completely dark and we had to get candles, which turned out to be much prettier than a light bulb anyway. There was a good supply of candles on hand, so this didn’t seem to be the first time the power had gone out. There was also no air conditioning, and it was hot, too hot to keep the door closed, so we left it open, which was fun since there were people walking by outside. It was even more fun when one of the hot waitresses came by with more candles and spoke with us to see if everything was ok. The girls had a conversation in Russian while I remained focused on the task at hand. Mariella had to talk between kisses and I finished before the conversation did. It was great having a beautiful sexy girl standing over us watching. Unfortunately I don’t think the waitress was available.

When we were done it was late enough to head over to Chesterfields, which is a 15 minute walk away. When I got to Chesterfields I saw a few familiar faces. Jeanette was there, as was the business oriented black haired girl who still charged $150 and came over still wanting to know why I didn’t want to pay that much. The rest of the selection was mediocre. I danced with a couple of girls who were very nice, but not super knockouts, and all of them wanted $150. One gorgeous girl with red hair danced with me even after I said I didn’t want to spend that much. Maybe it was just a sales technique, but she was very nice and I was tempted, and when I eventually decided against I detected no signs of bitterness. I was really looking for a two girl experience, and I had already had some pleasure that night. But I might have passed up on a nice experience.

As I was leaving I saw Jeanette and mentioned that she never said hello to me. She said it is up to me to approach her if I want to do business with her. She had a harder edge than I remembered from my last visit. I asked her if her blonde friend was around and she said not lately, but that she had another friend. I took a look and the friend was not bad, but it was late so I said we could go together the next night. Jeanette made a face and said that it might not be the same price the next night. I normally don’t buy crap like that, but I was having a hard time finding a threesome, so I said ok for $100 each.

We went outside and Jeanette bitched when I didn’t want to take one of the rip-off taxis that charge 3 times the normal rate. I gave in, but I was starting to have mixed feelings. It was 3 or 4 AM, I had to meet my normal Russian girlfriend for lunch the next day, and I didn’t want to be wiped out. But I had already made a deal ... or had I.

The taxi dropped us off at my hotel and for some reason Jeanette wanted us to hurry inside. She seemed to think someone was watching us or was going to see us. I knew that there were guards inside the hotel who would shake us down if they saw us, but I expected them to be asleep, so we could sneak past them if we were quiet. When we started to walk, however, the girls’ heels made a clattering racket on the hard floor. I should have stopped them and told them to take their shoes off, but Jeanette was in a hurry and I didn’t want to have another argument with her. When we turned the corner into the lobby the guards were out cold. It looked like a scene in a spy movie where they had been drugged or gassed. But no one was going to sleep through those hard shoes banging away on marble. When they woke up and saw us trying to sneak past they didn’t seem happy, but they only charged us a guest fee of 30 dollars, which I think was just the normal rate with no surcharge for trying to sneak in free.

The costs were adding up. $200 for the girls, $30 for the guards, $10 for the rip off taxi, maybe more taxi money afterwards. I was ambivalent already and this gave me a nice excuse to back out. I also liked telling the guards that their bribe price was too high and showing Jeanette that Mr. Moneybags didn’t have infinitely deep pockets for all the me too-ers on that she seemed to attract. I gave them 300 rubles for taxi money and Jeanette pouted and said “it isn’t much.” I looked back at her and she could see in my face that I knew perfectly well it was plenty and didn’t want any s--- about it. I was happy with my decision.

The next couple of days with my girlfriend went well, but then I got a night off. I went back to Safari. I didn’t fall for the restaurant scam again, but I did get hit up for the entrance fee. There were several nice looking girls and I took my time deciding. Meanwhile the lap dance girls were very aggressive. They didn’t seem to like me taking up space on the sofas and not spending money on them.

One girl came by and asked me to move over. I did and she sat down, but right away I realized she didn’t want to sit down, she wanted to do a lap dance for me, so I immediately said no. She told me I owed her 100 rubles and I told her to get lost. She started arguing, threw a tantrum, and then spat at me. This definitely made me nervous. We stared at each other for a moment and then she punched me in the mouth. Any of you who have seen the bouncers at Safari know what a dangerous situation this was. I have no idea how they would have responded if I had hit her back, but the potential downside was catastrophic. I stood up and started shouting what the hell is going on here, what kind of lousy place is this, etc ... A massive bouncer quickly lumbered over with an angry expression on his face, wanting to know what had happened.

I told him that she tried to force me to take a lap dance, then spat on me and punched me, and yet I never touched her. “Ask him” I said, pointing at a Russian guy who was sitting around the same table and had seen the whole thing. He was a complete stranger. I had no way of knowing how much attention he had been paying, whether he might harbor some secret grudge against foreigners, or whether he was the type who liked pulling the wings off of flies. In that moment he was going to decide whether I lived or died, or whether I would ever walk again. The bouncer said something to him and he replied in a dispassionate voice. There was a brief moment of silence and then the bouncer turned to stare at the girl. My life had been spared.

I continued milking my outrage. I was leaving and I was never coming back. I told a couple of cute girls that I had wanted go with them but now I was leaving, so the dancer had cost them money. No one did anything to stop me or quiet me down. I left in a huff. I did everything I could to get the ***** fired, which is what she deserved. Looking back on it I wonder if I could have grabbed her by both arms and dragged her to the bouncer as long as I didn’t hit her, but I can’t imagine that I would ever have taken the chance. What really sticks in my memory is that moment after she spat at me when we were staring at each other and she could see that there was nothing I dared do about it. That infuriates me.

As I walked to Chesterfield’s I could even feel some swelling in my lip, but I was pretty sure it wouldn’t show. The selection was better than on the first night, with a couple of new young faces. I quickly identified two young girls who were friends with each other, and realized that this was a golden opportunity to arrange a threeway. But as I muddled over how to approach them a couple of greasy potbellied older guys got there first. I cursed my luck. They looked pretty and innocent, just what I wanted, and I had a good feeling about their willingness to do each other. It was a waste to separate them. The potbellied guys would have been just as happy with two separate girls who didn’t even know each other. It also disgusted me to think of these fat slobs sweating away on top of such nice girls.

At the bar I started a conversation with an expat who had been living in Moscow for a long time and we compared notes on different places. He was tired and jaded. We agreed that Nightflight had the girls who had been the most gorgeous of any in Moscow ten or fifteen years ago but were no longer at their peak. He encouraged me to go up to any girl anywhere on the street, no matter how gorgeous, and just talk to her. About the same time, I’m not sure if it was before or after I started talking to him, I noticed another pair of young hotties, and started exchanging glances with them. He noticed and told me that if I wanted he was sure I could have both of them for the night for $150. Was I interested?

Hell, yes. He spoke to them in Russian. He did most of the talking and they just nodded, glancing at me occasionally and smiling. He turned to me and said the story was that I was a businessman who was going to be in Moscow for two weeks and was looking for a couple of girls who could keep me happy the whole time. He said for $150 they would stay all night and would leave at about 9 in the morning. He said I should also give them some cab fare to get home. The girls smiled at me while he explained all of this. I told him I was eternally grateful and bought him a drink. I wondered if there was something more I should have done, but I couldn’t think what and he didn’t seem to expect it. We went outside and I flagged down a normal taxi, not one of the leeches who wait in front of the club.

Alona, Ukraine, 21, looks 8, attitude 9 and
Jean, Ukraine, 20, looks 7, attitude 8

They were both from Ukraine. Alona had short curly black hair and a girlish look, with nice b cups. Her friend was Jean, a skinny girl with limp wavy blonde hair, who was almost as good looking, but with a flatter chest. Jean got in the taxi first, and Alona got in the middle. As soon as the car got moving Alona undid the top couple of buttons of her shirt, took my hand and put it inside. We started deep kissing and I took my hand out of her shirt, reached across, and put it in Jean’s shirt. I took Alona’s hand and put it in my pants. I wondered how far we could go in the car, but the hotel was only a few minutes away and we could get stopped by the police.

When we got to the hotel I told them to be quiet, but it was only 1 or 2 AM and this time the goons were awake. The guest fee was the same as it had been a couple of nights before with Jeanette and her friend and it bothered me to have to admit that maybe on second though the amount was reasonable after all. Up in my room we showered and got down to business. They got on either side of me and we started making out. I asked them if they would kiss, and they hesitated, but then said ok, and did it nicely. They each took turns blowing me while I made out with the other, and then they did a double blowjob. I started inside Jean, then did Alona. I had them make out with each other while I was inside them. I asked Alona if I could do cim and she said ok.

Then there was an unpleasant surprise. We showered and they started to get dressed. I stopped them and asked where they were going. They didn’t speak a word of English, but they understood. I wrote 9 AM on a piece of paper and drew a clock. Alona made a rocking motion with her arms; she had to get back to her baby. It was 3 or 4 AM, so I wrote on the paper $150 next to the 9 AM, then drew the current time and wrote $100. They understood and agreed to stay. They were somewhat reluctant, but once the deal had been made suddenly we were very good friends again. Alona began making out with me like crazy and we went straight into another round, with Jean coming over to kiss me once I was inside Alona, and then making out with Alona and rubbing her breasts. This time I came inside Alona.

We washed up and lay down to go to sleep, with each of them on either side of me, lying on my chest. It was great, except for a couple of things. First I had to get up again the next day to meet my girlfriend for lunch, so I needed to get a good sleep. But the mini fridge in the room had a really loud motor, so I got up and unplugged it. When I got back into bed Alona had rolled over and I couldn’t get her to roll back on me. Then I could see that the sky was no longer black, the sun was coming up, so I got up to pull the curtains. Now both girls had rolled over and when I got back into bed I was lying there alone unless I picked one and curled up to her, but then I didn’t get the two girl effect. It was now about 5 AM and they wanted to go at 9, so even if I did manage to get to sleep I was just going to have to wake up in a few hours. There wasn’t going to be another round unless I really pushed them, and I had already gotten spectacular value, so I decided to let them go early.

This was easier said than done. I tried to wake Alona, but couldn’t. She made grumpy faces and pushed my arm away. I woke Jean and let her try to get Alona up. She finally managed, but it took about 5 minutes. It occurred to me that they probably didn’t get a lot of sleep. They nodded right off when I couldn’t get to sleep at all. When Alona woke up and realized why she had been awaken she was happy. I thought of giving them $200 but was cheap in the end, partly because I was letting them go early. They seemed happy with the $150 and I also gave them 500 for taxi fare. Alona gave me her number and told me to call. I didn’t think I was going to have another night free from my girlfriend (I didn’t), and even if I did I didn’t know how we were supposed to communicate on the phone.

Day 1 - Chesterfields

I began my first ever trip to Moscow in Chesterfields. I liked the fun bar atmosphere when I walked it, but it wasn’t clear to me who was working and who wasn’t. My first conversation was with a US serviceman who was with his US girlfriend. He told me that you could meet girls in a lot of the bars in Moscow, but in Chesterfields he knew guys who thought they had gotten lucky and then in the morning the girl wanted money. I said I would be on the lookout for that.

Jeanette, 20?, Russian, looks 7.5, Attitude 9
Friend (name?), 20?, Russian, looks 10, attitude 7

There was a very obvious superstar in the bar that I noticed while I was talking to this guy. She had golden blonde hair, was short, and had a perfect slim hourglass figure and a nice chest. I hoped that she was working (or better yet, that she wasn’t, but wanted to meet me). After a nice conversation I excused myself and tried to catch her attention. I walked past her a couple of times or stood in front of her and tried to make eye contact, but she wouldn’t look at me. So I started to think that she wasn’t working and wasn’t interested in me. Finally I decided that before giving up what the hell I might as well take a direct shot and remove all doubt, so I went up to her and said hello. I think she said hello and when I said how are you she responded by declaring that she only works with her friend and they get 100 dollars each. That wasn’t what I expected. I couldn’t figure out why she ignored me hovering around her if she was working. But it was the second best answer she could have given me, and if her friend looked anything like she did this would be a no brainer.

Her friend wasn’t quite as hot, but was perfectly nice. She was taller and not quite as slim. Her name was Jeanette. She had straight bright red shoulder length hair. Both of them, I later realized, liked to play pool and were good at it. I asked if 200 was for all night and Jeanette said “maybe all night is boring” but they said it would be for a few hours, so they wouldn’t be sleeping over, but that sounded pretty good.

I hoped the couple I had talked to and played innocent with didn’t notice me leaving with two girls. We got a taxi outside. I insisted on getting one that was driving down the street instead of one of the leeches in front of the club. Half way to my hotel we got pulled over by the police. They made me get out of the car and Jeanette translated for me. She said that I needed to show them my passport. Well, I don’t bring my passport to places like Chesterfields. She spoke with them again and then said to me a phrase that I later found to be quite common in Russia: “It is a problem.”

“Problem” meant that I had to get into the car and go with them to the station. I wasn’t scared. In fact I thought it might actually be fun to go down to the police station and watch the bureaucracy at work, even if I was going to be kept up late and miss out on sex that night. I was pretty sure I wasn’t in any real trouble. So I got in the police car.

This wasn’t what they expected. I think they expected I would break down in tears and offer anything at all if only they would please let me go. It was awkward for them when they had to ask me to get back out of the car so we could negotiate a bribe. They asked for 500 rubles and I said it was too much. Jeanette asked me how much I would pay and I said 300 and they accepted that. Only I didn’t have 300 in change, so Jeanette paid for me, which I felt bad about.

So 300 rubles later we were on our way to my hotel and when we arrived there was more corruption to deal with. Hotel security wouldn’t let the girls upstairs unless I paid a fee. It was $30 non-negotiable. So with bribes and taxi this was going to cost about $250 and I was starting to worry that I wasn’t likely to get my money’s worth.

Upstairs there was a woman sitting at a desk, guarding the floor, but she was sound asleep. Jeanette and her friend quickly tiptoed to my room with big smiles, eager to get there before the woman woke up. In the room we chatted before getting started. I tried to act relaxed and not let on that these were the first working girls I had ever picked up in Moscow and didn’t know what to expect. They asked for something to drink, but weren’t fussy when all I had was filtered tap water, so that was a good sign.

My mood improved significantly when the blonde took her shirt off. She was perfect. And when the sex started all worries quickly dissipated. They did an incredible double blow job that included both of them running their tongues up and down me in unison. When I asked them if they would kiss each other they did it passionately. I didn’t ask them to go down on each other because everything was going great, I was much more interested in the kissing, and I didn’t want to risk spoiling the mood. (Or maybe I did ask and they said no. I can’t remember.) I asked if I could do cim and they said no. I finished inside the blonde and we got half dressed and hung out.

We talked and drank water for maybe an hour or more. After a while I was eager to get started again. I thought there was only going to be one more round, and it was already late, so if they weren’t going to spend the night with me I didn’t see any point in staying up all night just to chat. I held out my arms to them and they got up, though I had the impression that they liked hanging out and wanted to be the ones to decide when we got started again. As we started getting undressed I showed them my digital camera, which they were very interested in. I demonstrated it by taking some pictures of them and showing them the results. They liked seeing themselves. They posed and wanted to see the results. Then the pictures became topless. Then they were kissing for the camera (though not nearly as passionately as when we were having sex). Before I knew it I was on top of Jeanette, banging her brains out, and her friend was eagerly clicking away.

After a while I tried to get the friend to come over and make out with me while I finished inside Jeanette, but she would only sit nearby and let me rub her tits. She seemed to think she was done. I wished I had some pictures of me doing her too, but I had been at it for a while and could hardly complain at that point, so I finished up in side Jeanette. They got dressed and I paid. When I was looking through my wallet I saw that I had a few hundred ruble notes that I hadn’t realized were there, so in addition to the dollars I owed them I gave Jeanette back the 300 rubles bribe money that she had paid for me, which I think surprised her. Maybe I also gave them some cab money, I can’t remember. They were really nice, but I wanted them to go so I could get some sleep. Unlike them I wanted to get up before the sun went down the next day.

Day 2 – Chesterfields

I went back the next night, but I felt ambivalent about finding Jeanette and her friend since the hot friend had been standoffish at the end of our encounter. I worried that we might pick up where we left off. The previous night with them had been wild, but there wasn’t much of a personal connection. When I got to the club they were there, but just like the night before they wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Maybe they didn’t want to jump on me and make me feel like I had to take them again just because we were together the night before, or maybe they just weren’t very hard up for customers. I’m sure I could have approached them, but I wasn’t that interested, and since they were only my first Moscow girls I wanted to see if I could do even better.

Unfortunately there wasn’t as much happening this night other than Jeanette and her friend being there. I talked to a couple of girls who didn’t interest me much. One in particular - a dark haired girl who was all business - didn’t look bad, but she wanted 150. There was no way I was going to give her 50% more than Jeanette and her gorgeous friend when she wasn’t even going to mix it up with another girl. I approached several girls who I had mixed feelings about and either didn’t bother to negotiate or if I did I was quoted a high price. In some cases I wasn’t even sure if the girls were available. They didn’t seem to be with guys, but they wouldn’t make eye contact, and some of them stayed in places where it was hard to approach them, like a crowded table. Not everyone there was working, so it wasn’t ok to just walk up to a girl and start talking business to her.

Irena, 23?, Russian, looks 7, attitude 10

I noticed Irena looking at me from the bar a couple of times. She had nice wavy dark blonde hair over her shoulders and a happy, friendly smile. I went over to her and we struck up a conversation. She never mentioned money and didn’t approach me in a direct way, so it looked like I had scored a real pick up. Back at my hotel the guards were asleep when we arrived, so getting to my room was no problem. I didn’t care much since I had a double room and thought that if she wasn’t a prostitute they would have no business telling me I couldn’t bring a guest. In the room there was nothing to make me think she wasn’t my girlfriend. We had a great round of sex that night, followed by another one in the morning. We took our time getting dressed and went out for lunch at a nice place that wasn’t very expensive. (Or maybe it was, by Russian standards. It was that popular buffet place next to the Kremlin.) In any case, she certainly deserved it and I enjoyed it too. Afterwards we toured the Kremlin. Then we came back to my hotel to say goodbye.

I kissed her good bye I was unpleasantly surprised when she asked for money. I said how much, and she said $100, which was reasonable, and I gave it to her, remembering what the serviceman had said to me. I was upset at first that I had been tricked, but I quickly realized that she had not been devious. The night before when we were discussing how long I was in Moscow and what I had seen yadda yadda she asked me where I was staying and then went out of her way to talk about what the rooms were like in different hotels in Moscow, including some nice ones that I’m sure she couldn’t afford. Later when she said she wanted to come with me she wouldn’t leave until the bar closed. Actually, I’m still puzzled by that one, but it should have made me think a little more.

Day 3 - Safari

Safari is a 10 minute walk from Chesterfields and is open during the day. Inside there is a basement with a couple of large rooms that have a bar and lots of soft seating. There are gorgeous girls who walk around and give lap dances, and there are other gorgeous girls who will go to the room with you. You can tell which are the ones who will go to the room with you because they stand around, while the lap dance girls are constantly moving about soliciting or lap dancing.

Natalia, 18, Russian, looks 10, attitude 10

There was an obvious pick for going to the room who was gorgeous with long straight silky blonde hair halfway down her back. Natalia was 18, and she spoke good English. We got a room, which was across an outdoor courtyard. The bj was covered, which was a disappointment and was surprising since I expected everything in Moscow to be on the wild side. But everything else was great, including the kissing. I had an hour with her for one hundred dollars. It wasn’t cheap, but it was for an hour, and I got to do her two times. She gave me her number, but she was leaving the next day to go somewhere with friends. She said I could come see her at the club in the afternoon, but I had already done that and wanted to see her outside. She said ok, but the next day when I called her she was leaving earlier than she thought so it fell through.

Chesterfields

That night I went to Chesterfields again, and again the selection was just soso. Jeanette and her friend were there and the dark haired girl who wanted 150 the night before came over and was pushy about wanting to know why I wouldn’t go with her. Irena was also there, and I went over and had a drink with her. A Russian guy also there tried to get me to do shots of vodka with him, but I couldn’t keep up with him. I didn’t go with Irena even though she was being nice to me and smiling at me whenever I looked over at her. I would have liked her as a girlfriend, but if I was going to pay I might as well have a different girl every night. I did meet a nice girl who didn’t seem to be working, though. She came over and danced with me. I got her number and we agreed to meet the next day.

Day 4 – Safari

Elorussia, 27?, Russian, looks 7, attitude 8

I had time to go to Safari again the next day before meeting the girl from Chesterfields. Natalia was unfortunately not there, so I picked Elorussa, who couldn’t compare, but was fine. She was a mid-20s girl with light brown hair and an ok figure. Same as before, $100, two rounds, and cbj. She was very sweet and attentive. After that I had a nice time with the girl from Chesterfields. We went sightseeing and had dinner together, but nothing happened.

Day 5 – Chesterfields

Zina, 20?, Khazak, looks 9, attitude 8

I spent another day with the nonworking girl from Chesterfields. It was nice, though still nothing happened. My flight left early the next morning, so we said goodbye but exchanged numbers and emails and off I went to Chesterfields to make a bit more of my last night. Same crowd, more or less, but I found Zina, a thin, fit, hot looking girl from Khazakstan, with long black hair. This time the guards were awake when we returned and I had to bribe them to let us up. Another cbj, even though I complained, but again everything else was great. If I had been staying longer I would have tried to spend more time with her. We did a round as soon as we arrived and a round early in the morning. I was packing as she was getting dressed and right after she left I checked out and went to catch my plane.

Here are a couple of reports from two trips I took a few years ago. I didn't post them at the time, so I thought I'd share them now. I hope they bring back some memories of how things used to be (and hopefully they aren't too different now).

They should have an age limit for Moscow hoes. They should be about 23 MAX. I don't care if they barely have pubes, but they've got to retire at some point. I went to a salon at 9 Tatarskaya (the door to the left, ring #39 and walk to the top floor) and there was a gaggle of girls to be picked from last 3am Saturday morning, but no cute nubile under-20's. I picked a blonde, and then when she took off her top I could see that she had this big tattoo running down her arm. To her credit, she gave me an A+ blowjob (with condom, but she was goood) and we fucked twice for 3000 rubles, but. She was 27. She had an 8 year old girl (maybe it was a boy. Doesn't fucking matter). Nothing less sexy than a mother pushing 30 with a fatherless child. I could have had that shit for free.

On the other hand, I'm saving money and little blue pills for the week after school lets out. That's when all of the girls from the sticks come to Moscow to seek out job opportunities and get trapped into prostitution. You can always find er, 18ish girls then. Recent high school grads or college dropouts. That's when you get rich pickings. First week of June.

Guess your mentioned prices do not exist anymore!

Maybe experts in this section can add up some advises about current prices.

Any updated info. will be appreciated especialy for threesomes.

Thanks Catalyst and Blaked for the reports!

Here my take on current prices in Moscow:

As of about 3 months ago, these were the prices I was faced with:

Boarhouse: Starting prices $200-250, later on (or with some persuasion) the prices drop to $150-200. You can find girls in 6-7 quality for $150 with some patience, luck and negotiation. You may have to pay an additional "security fee" of 500 rubles though and on the weekend entrance fee of 250 rubles.

Nigh Flight: Starting prices $300-500, later(or with some persuasion) the prices drop to $200-300. You can find girls in 7-8 quality for $200 with some patience, luck and negotiation. You will have to pay 750 ruble entrance (unless you eat at restaurant first).

Both places have their advantages and disadvantages.

Boarhouse:
+ fun "drink pub" atmosphere w/sports on TV
+ large selection of girls
+ easy to find location across from Kursky Voksal
+ cheaper than NF
+ girls usually with very good attitude
+ no dress code/face control for foreigners
+ sometimes can find absolute newbies
+ occassional freebies
- sometimes girl selection is really shitty
- early in night (0000-0130) prices almost as high as Night Flight
- long expensive taxi ride home, potential militia troubles
- can be smoky and dirty inside
- can be almost as expensive as Night Flight
- occassional drugging/"spiking" of drinks
- some girls been in game too long

Night Flight:
+ refined, classy atmosphere
+ large, good quality selection of women
+ very central location on Tverskaya near Pushkin square
+ nice restaurant in same facility
- prices early in night quite high
- girls can be very mercenary regarding price
- some girls have bad attitude
- some girls been in game too long

Of the two clubs (and although pros can be found in many discos in limited number, these 2 clubs really are the only real "dedicated" pickup bars in Moscow) I prefer Boarhouse... but if prices continue to rise, at some point there will be no difference between the two in terms of price.... and then NF becomes the more attractive club.

Strip clubs, salons/apartments, escort agencies, tochkas and internet are the other primary sources for pro action.

[QUOTE=Across69]I am returning to Russia after a too long absence.

Are Night Flight (very expensive) and Doug and Marty's Boar House (cheap)still good mongering locations?

Has the Safari Club returned as the best strip club ever? It had constant full song lap dances for 100 rbl per song with dozens of beautiful women.

Is the Hungry Duck still the wildest dance club ever?

Are Russian women still brutally honest and excited by foreingers?

I fear that after constant tourism I will need to move my mongering out to the smaller towns to get to meet the "real" Russians I fell in love with years ago.[/QUOTE]

Across69:

Of course everything is subjective, but here's my take:

* Boarhouse and Night Flight still the only "true" pickup bars... see my report below. Boarhouse has gotten more expensive, but can still be fun and affordable.

* Safari Lodge, to my knowledge, still one of the best strip bars.

* Never liked Hungry Duck, but it still exists. I assume you are talking about the 2nd Hungry Duck near Kusnetzky Most. The original Hungry Duck closed several years ago.

* Russian women are still intrigued by foreigners to a degree... but much less so than 5 years ago. The mystique of the foreign man, or even dreams of escape from Russia, have been tempered with time and although it's still remarkably easy to get laid in Moscow for free, it isn't by any means "automatic".

Best targets for "playing the foreigner card" seeking easy sex are young impressionable fun-seeking students (particularly those studying foreign languages), secretaries interested in foreign countries, divorcees and housewife-types looking for romance and adventure. High-octane club girls couldn't care less if you are foreign or not... they are interested in glam lifestyle and in most cases, see the local mini-millionaires as their best option to achieve their goals. Foreigners are considered notoriously cheap in those circles. Don't expect your foreign status to really impress them.

Of course, YMMV and any number of other factors come in to play... looks, sexual attraction, style, money, communication skills and all those things we call "game". A major factor is TIME. If you can spend more than a week in Moscow... even 10 days to 2 weeks... the pussy really starts rolling in.

Having been to many places in Russia and Ukraine, I still find that Moscow for me personally is the easiest place to get laid and has the best women.

[QUOTE=Doctor_Skank] High-octane club girls [/QUOTE]

Doc, are the elite clubs in Moscow really that filled with so many SMOKING HOT BEAUTIES ?

[URL=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wprx6IKZUmU&mode=related&search=]Nightlife at L'ETO[/URL]

[URL=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89ttdfj5lVs&mode=related&search=]Nightlife at OSEN[/URL]

Holy shit !


:)

[QUOTE=Prosal]Doc, are the elite clubs in Moscow really THAT filled with so many HOT BEAUTIES ?

[URL=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wprx6IKZUmU&mode=related&search=]Nightlife at L'ETO[/URL]

[URL=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89ttdfj5lVs&mode=related&search=]Nightlife at OSEN[/URL]


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As a matter of fact, yes they are... :)

[QUOTE=Blaked]...the week after school lets out. That's when all of the girls from the sticks come to Moscow to seek out job opportunities and get trapped into prostitution. You can always find er, 18ish girls then. Recent high school grads or college dropouts. That's when you get rich pickings. First week of June.[/QUOTE]Dr Skank. Is this true? :) Just speaking in general and from your own experience, what time of the year is your most fruitful season anyway?

[QUOTE=Saunter]Dr Skank. Is this true? :) Just speaking in general and from your own experience, what time of the year is your most fruitful season anyway?[/QUOTE]

It's true that early June is when exams are over. Not sure if it is best time to hunt for girls coming to the city looking for money, but sounds reasonable to me. Never really noticed a difference personally though.

Generally speaking, the summer months July-August are the slowest in Moscow... many people leave the city and in general club action... even business... slows down. This is true for much of EE.

That doesn't mean you can't have fun in Moscow in the summer... in other ways it's very pleasant. Clubs aren't nearly as full as in the fall/winter season and there are some really nice outdoor discos and events which are very good for meeting people.

My favorite seasons for girl-hunting are the dead of winter and spring. Spring feelings, this biological instinct to reproduce (or at least go through the motions) is real and Russian girls feel it too. It used to be called miniskirt season as many girls started wearing skimpy clothes in April-May, however Moscow girls switched to tight jeans a few years ago and regrettably the mini-skirt isn't as omnipresent as it was in the late 90's-2002.

In any case, Spring is good. Only thing to watch out for is exam times... Russian institute/university is pretty tough and girls take their studies quite seriously.

Overall though, there really is no bad season... every time of year has it's charms.

Hi,

I will be passing through Moscow. Albeit briefly. Is there a decent hotel that will allow meeting some WG's etc?

Thanks

[QUOTE=Doctor_Skank]My favorite seasons for girl-hunting are the dead of winter and spring.[/QUOTE]Thanks. It seems your favourite seasons in Russia and Ukraine are the same as mine for Latvia and Lithuania!!

No surprise there with Spring but I actually thought late-May/June was better? Since as you said, they do take their studies quite seriously and would be pretty busy with end of semester exams, ie. April/mid-May. After all, getting a degree is all they have going for them before they graduate to either end up in a low paid job or bite the bullet to start tricking in its various forms.

I used to dread the winter onslaught and when it hit -35c once, I couldn't figure out how these people could put up with that shit and why I would ever want to visit EE again, let alone relocate. Then I realised there is absolutely nothing else to do but stay indoors and fuck the brains out of your girls, for hours on end... for the whole of winter :) However, they do seem to make an effort to all get together with the family during Christmas and this is a good time to take a break for yourself, IMO. Besides that, most of October-March is an absolute goldmine out in the clubs/bars.

Sometimes I prefer not to know their silhouette as easily as Spring-time. When they rip their coats off to show a 5'9" lith slavic body and strip their lingerie off like a pro-stripper, then charge at you like a tiger in heat... now that's HOT ;)

[QUOTE=Saunter]After all, getting a degree is all they have going for them before they graduate to either end up in a low paid job or bite the bullet to start tricking in its various forms[/QUOTE]

Quite true for the rest of the FSU but I think Moscow is the exception. There are women in their 20s and 30s earning very good (by Western standards) salaries in law and banking.

They're probably not that common but, just think - that dyev you're chatting up in some glam club may well be earning more than you..