FKK Bernd's - Schieferhof

[Angus Magee]

From my extensive inspection both north and south of her alpine region, her hair is certainly not reddish, nor could she by any stretch of the imagination be called a "redhead". Besides, Charlie in his own description of Katja described her as "a busty MILF with tinted brown hair", so he certainly couldn't be referring to her in one sentence as a redhead and a few sentences later as having tinted brown hair.

UMMM and yes I did take an extra close look at her pubic region just to make sure.

In Angus' somewhat lively imagination Katja is an enlightened tantric priestess and I am sure that she could (should she so chose) to make you believe her hair is any color she wishes it to be.

She sure put the whammy on me in my short time there.

[Iseeu]

Iseeu,

I take it that Anna is off the Disability List and back at the Hof? Good to know she has returned and hope to see her in a few weeks.

Yes, she has returned looking her pretty self. I spoke to her briefly to tell her how good it was to see her again and ask how she felt.

[Iseeu]

Yes, it's recently colored red, which a newbie may not know. Hence the confusion.

Euhhhhmmmm Iseeu.

Katja has what we call here "chestnut-red-hair".

Shes the only woman which qualifie his critiria.

(you have been looking at her pubichair too much again, or at least your vision did not go north of her beautyfull breasts.hehehehe, can't blame you!)

Have FUN!

From my extensive inspection both north and south of her alpine region, her hair is certainly not reddish, nor could she by any stretch of the imagination be called a "redhead". Besides, Charlie in his own description of Katja described her as "a busty MILF with tinted brown hair", so he certainly couldn't be referring to her in one sentence as a redhead and a few sentences later as having tinted brown hair.

UMMM and yes I did take an extra close look at her pubic region just to make sure.

[Gfe Finder]

Euhhhhmmmm Iseeu.

Katja has what we call here "chestnut-red-hair".

Shes the only woman which qualifie his critiria.

(you have been looking at her pubichair too much again, or at least your vision did not go north of her beautyfull breasts.hehehehe, can't blame you!)

Have FUN!

Yes, it's recently colored red, which a newbie may not know. Hence the confusion.

[Rob Raunch]

The roster that day included Alex, Alina, Angie, Anna, Babsi, Dana, Erika, Jenny, Katja, Magda, Sandi (new, large buxom blonde, with some extra padding around the midriff), Steffi and Tanja. Not a redhead in the bunch.

Euhhhhmmmm Iseeu.

Katja has what we call here "chestnut-red-hair".

Shes the only woman which qualifie his critiria.

(you have been looking at her pubichair too much again, or at least your vision did not go north of her beautyfull breasts.hehehehe, can't blame you!)

Have FUN!

[Iseki]

Iseeu,

I take it that Anna is off the Disability List and back at the Hof? Good to know she has returned and hope to see her in a few weeks.

[Iseeu]

Regrettably, I only had 36 hours to spare and 4 places on my wish list, so I was able only to get a somewhat limited impression of the places I visited. I also contrived to waste more time in total travelling between venues than I enjoyed within the clubs themselves and also managed to expend more money on taxis and trains than I did on girls! A pretty sorry state of affairs you might think! Despite having invested considerable hours in pre-planning and having armed myself with sheaves of DBahn timetables, the whole thing turned out to be a logistical nightmare and I failed to meet the majority of my schedules.

It's really a shame that we didn't have more of a communication about this before your trip since I was in NRW the same days, we visited the same clubs on the same days, I was also staying in Cologne, had a car, have a pretty good knowledge of the public transportation options to the clubs in the area, and could have saved you alot of time and money. Next time.

I am going to report my findings in one submission and file it on the 3 relevant club threads – anyone who wants to chop it up into segments and re-allocate it more appropriately is welcome to do so

Ummm, we can't edit your posts. It would be much better if you separated this into smaller segments, posted your overview in the general info thread and then link between the threads, rather than re-posting the same report 3 times. It just takes up unnecessary bandwidth both for the site and its readers.

After paying my entry money I was given a brief tour of the premises by a petite and naked brunette with a pretty face and large breasts, whose name escapes me.

That would be Dana.

I was there the same evening arrived at about 6 p.m. and stayed until closing.

There was one tall and pretty blond with a nice figure

That would be Anna

Despite the paucity of people, there seemed to be action going on everywhere.

It was actually a very quiet night and far less action than ususal.

A redhead was giving some bloke a blowjob 2 feet away from me on the sofa and another couple were fucking on a chaise longue 5 feet away on the other side of a glass partition.

The roster that day included Alex, Alina, Angie, Anna, Babsi, Dana, Erika, Jenny, Katja, Magda, Sandi (new, large buxom blonde, with some extra padding around the midriff), Steffi and Tanja. Not a redhead in the bunch.

Now I am aware that this cosiness, intimacy and exhibitionism are the unique features of Bernd's that, according to many of the more experienced mongers on here, mark out this club as the premier establishment in the region. Nonetheless, I couldn't help feeling a little disconcerted by the whole set-up. I have no doubt that on a subsequent visit I would feel much more relaxed, and that those aspects of Bernd's which made me a tad uncomfortable on Tuesday would become the very virtues I would learn to appreciate and cherish subsequently. Without question, the people were extremely friendly and there is an atmosphere of camaraderie that doesn't exist at Artemis and its ilk, but I have never felt more like a newbie – rather like going to a private party where you only know one person and he/she hasn't turned up yet.

There were probably no more than 10 customers the entire time, so we must have seen each other in those small confines. I'm usually pretty good at sussing out the other non- German, non- regulars. Sorry, for not having my usually very sensitive radar working. I would have at least tried to raise your comfort level and help with your selection process. You seem to have done well, because you hit gold with....

Katja, recipient on this forum of many glowing testimonies and the one name I had noted to seek out at Bernd's if possible.

Ummmm, you got my sloppy seconds. as this must have been immediately after my session with her, which ended about 8 p.m. No need to add another glowing testimony...

Just when it was all going so well, I made what I reckon must have been a tactical error. I told her that I would really like to come in her face, and I don't think she took too kindly to that. She explained, nicely enough, that I could come in her mouth or on her tits, but 'not in the face, no'. We agreed to a CIM finish, but the spell was, at least partly, broken. She duly proceeded to suck me to completion in a most satisfying way, dribbling my cum back onto my cock and over my balls, but I couldn't help feeling somewhere that I had upset her a little with my suggestion and turned her off somewhat.

Yes, an error but not something to worry about. She has 3 "no's": No bareback, no anal and no facials. But I'm sure she recovered like the trooper that she is. Believe me, she's had much more outlandish requests in her 15+ years in the business.

I was keen to make it to Cologne before it got too late, so I showered and changed, paid my bill (100 Euros for Katja – probably the newbie price, but who gives a shit)

100 Euros means that you had 2 programs- in other words you spent an hour with her in the room. Unlike all other clubs, CIM is included in the service price. Bernd's does not have a staggered price list, and the only extra fees are paid if you agree with the girl for anal, natursekt or some other non-standard service.

Overall I have to say that I really liked Bernd's, and I'm sure that on a second visit I would be able to relax more easily and 'get with the program' better. An experienced wingman would've been a big benefit first time round, that's for sure.

Enough said. Missed opportunity.

Glad you enjoyed it this first time around. It doesn't have the bells and whistles of the other popular clubs, but that unique atmospher with sex going on all around you in the most natural way, is what keeps me coming back. I do visit other clubs, but none with the same frequency. Each has some good points and bad points. It doesn't make one club "worse" than the others.

It's hard to envision Katja in another environment other than Bernd's, not that she hasn't considered it and has scouted other venues. But in the end she realized where her natural roost was. It's the service providers and the level of service that they provide that sets these clubs apart from each other.

[Charlie 123]

Hi,

Artemis is my 'home' club. 6 weeks or so ago I did a quick survey of the FKK clubs in the Frankfurt area (Oase, Palace etc). These FKK tours seem to be fashionable amongst forum members at the moment – there have been several stellar reports in recent weeks from guys who have done 3 or 4 clubs in as many days. Regrettably, I only had 36 hours to spare and 4 places on my wish list, so I was able only to get a somewhat limited impression of the places I visited. I also contrived to waste more time in total travelling between venues than I enjoyed within the clubs themselves and also managed to expend more money on taxis and trains than I did on girls! A pretty sorry state of affairs you might think! Despite having invested considerable hours in pre-planning and having armed myself with sheaves of DBahn timetables, the whole thing turned out to be a logistical nightmare and I failed to meet the majority of my schedules. Still, I did manage to at least sample a number of places that I would not normally have had the opportunity to experience, and I will know which ones to re-visit next time I'm in West Deutschland.

I am going to report my findings in one submission and file it on the 3 relevant club threads – anyone who wants to chop it up into segments and re-allocate it more appropriately is welcome to do so.

http://www.Bernds-sauna-club.de/

The first draft of my itinerary prescribed an evening at Samya on Tuesday, but I realised at the last moment that the infamous Bernd's lies in close proximity to Bonn/Koeln airport and thus it had to be included in my whistle-stop tour. So, arriving at 18. 30 pm at the airport I eschewed the DBahn option to Hennef (Sief) Bahnhof and chose instead to save a precious half-hour travelling time and take a taxi direct to Bernd's. I arrived 25 minutes later and 75 Euros poorer.

The building is simply a converted Einfamiliehaus in a residential street out in the sticks – most unprepossessing in appearance and offering no suggestion as to the activities that take place therein. After paying my entry money I was given a brief tour of the premises by a petite and naked brunette with a pretty face and large breasts, whose name escapes me. Although I was aware in advance that the club is very different in scale to the likes of Oase, I was nevertheless stunned by how small the place is. Many punters have previously described on these pages the layout of the premises, so I will just emphasise that there are a couple of small bars/salons of about 15 foot square, a small changing/shower area and the Zimmers; that's it.

Showered and towelled, I made my way downstairs to the bar/lounge and plonked myself on the sofa facing the bar. There seemed to be no more than about 15 people in the whole place, about half of which were female. There was one tall and pretty blond with a nice figure, but the rest of the girls seemed markedly less attractive than the usual FKK fare. Despite the paucity of people, there seemed to be action going on everywhere. A redhead was giving some bloke a blowjob 2 feet away from me on the sofa and another couple were fucking on a chaise longue 5 feet away on the other side of a glass partition.

Now I am aware that this cosiness, intimacy and exhibitionism are the unique features of Bernd's that, according to many of the more experienced mongers on here, mark out this club as the premier establishment in the region. Nonetheless, I couldn't help feeling a little disconcerted by the whole set-up. I have no doubt that on a subsequent visit I would feel much more relaxed, and that those aspects of Bernd's which made me a tad uncomfortable on Tuesday would become the very virtues I would learn to appreciate and cherish subsequently. Without question, the people were extremely friendly and there is an atmosphere of camaraderie that doesn't exist at Artemis and its ilk, but I have never felt more like a newbie – rather like going to a private party where you only know one person and he/she hasn't turned up yet.

However, good fortune was just around the corner. Just as I settled in the lounge, a busty MILF with tinted brown hair and a full figure slipped sidled up to me and offered to assist me in my struggle to affix my locker bracelet to my wrist. I was a little puzzled when she then detached herself and plonked herself a few cushions away from me on the sofa, but then I remembered the club policy of 'no approach by the girls'. So, I asked her to come back, and duly discovered that I had hit gold with Katja, recipient on this forum of many glowing testimonies and the one name I had noted to seek out at Bernd's if possible.

She was very pleasant company; very friendly and natural. We talked a while about the club, its markedly different atmosphere to that of its rivals, and I spoke a little of my slight initial apprehension. We started to kiss, softly at first and then DFK. People were copulating all around us by now, and no doubt she thought it the most natural thing in the world for her to whip off my towel and envelop my cock in her very soft mouth. A two minute battle then ensued between my sexual reflexes and my somewhat conservative social predilections, until my awkwardness triumphed and I had to ask her to take me somewhere more private. She seemed a little disappointed that I was being such a poor sport, but I think she was able to sympathise anyway with my shyness.

We popped next door to a vacant Zimmer, whereupon she proceeded to give me 15 minutes of what is unquestionably the most sensitive, sensual and sexy oral I've ever had the privilege to receive. The girl is an artist, no question. Her technique is incomparable, knowing precisely how much pressure to exert at every moment. She was doing something special during DT that I've never experienced before – just when her lips reached the root of my cock she exhaled a little stream of breath that felt like a draught of cold air; so imperceptible that the first time I thought I had imagined it, until she repeated it several times shortly afterwards. Every few minutes she would tip her head back and drool a large dribble of spit, each time from a considerable height and each time precisely on the tip of my knob with unerring accuracy. Well, I don't know how long she would have been able to maintain me on the cusp of orgasm (probably for ever, given her masterful technique), but eventually I had to ask her to slip on a condom before it was 'too late'.

I lay on my back with her hands pinning my wrists to the bed whilst she rode me, occasionally leaning forward to flick my lips with her tongue. Just when it was all going so well, I made what I reckon must have been a tactical error. I told her that I would really like to come in her face, and I don't think she took too kindly to that. She explained, nicely enough, that I could come in her mouth or on her tits, but 'not in the face, no'. We agreed to a CIM finish, but the spell was, at least partly, broken. She duly proceeded to suck me to completion in a most satisfying way, dribbling my cum back onto my cock and over my balls, but I couldn't help feeling somewhere that I had upset her a little with my suggestion and turned her off somewhat. We chatted on the bed for a quarter of an hour or so, mainly about the club scene in London and the buckets of money that a friend of hers is earning on the UK escort scene and about the special atmosphere at 'The Hof'.

I was keen to make it to Cologne before it got too late, so I showered and changed, paid my bill (100 Euros for Katja – probably the newbie price, but who gives a shit), thanked the staff for a terrific experience and promised to return when I wasn't under so much time pressure.

Overall I have to say that I really liked Bernd's, and I'm sure that on a second visit I would be able to relax more easily and 'get with the program' better. An experienced wingman would've been a big benefit first time round, that's for sure. As for Katja, I can only say that she is a marvel and fully deserving of the fulsome praise tendered previously on these pages.

http://www.Samya. De/

My carefully-detailed public transport commitments took another tumble when I decided to forego Deutsche Bahn once more and taxi it all the way to Koeln (another 80 Euros of my mongering budget down the drain). A super quick check-in at my hotel in Rodenkirch and I was en route to Samya.

First impressions were good. The reception staff were friendly and helpful and the changing facilities seemed clean and amply spacious. After the close confines of Bernd's, this place felt like a barn although in reality it is probably somewhat smaller still than the other places I have visited (Artemis, Palace, Oase etc.) Katja described such places as 'Fabriks' ('Factories'), but I felt somewhat at home immediately; for me there is something reassuring about the anonymity of such places – there are more places to 'hide' when you are in observer-mode or just want to be alone.

I won't bother with a description of the premises; suffice to say that all the action takes place in one large salon on the entrance level. They have a neat arrangement for soft drinks and beers – you just help yourself from the fridges around the perimeter of the room. This I eventually worked out for myself after spending my first 15 minutes leaning up against the bar waiting to be attended upon and getting pissed off by the crappy bar-service in the place. What a wanker!

The girls were a mixed bag, ranging from quite elegant and pretty young things to 'Saturday Night Specials' that I would never be able to bring myself to fuck. I had, in my pervy way, smuggled into the club a miniature crib-sheet, carefully garnered from recommendations on this forum, of girls to seek out and ones to avoid. Trouble was, I couldn't match up any of the descriptions in my script with the visuals confronting me, and I didn't fancy wandering up to a line of ladies and asking them their names and then consulting my notes to see whether they qualified.

After dithering for an hour or so, my mind was made up for me by the sudden appearance in the room of a girl who ticked just about all of the right boxes for me. She is tall, maybe 5'10'', medium blond hair with a slight red tint, full figure, huge boobs and a small violet stud above her upper lip. I recall she said her name is Yara, but upon checking subsequently the pics on the website for the girl of that name I am not absolutely sure that it is the same girl. I vaguely recall the tattoo, but I don't recognise the tits on the photo. Yara is described as a C cup on the website, but I reckon my girl was a D at least. Anyway, no doubt someone will be able to put a name to my girl from my description.

We chatted and cuddled for half an hour or so, and she turned out to be a really nice and friendly and intelligent girl with plenty of interesting ideas. I dragged her off to the room, where she proved to be a very enjoyable companion indeed. After much kissing and stroking, she pushed me back and set to work on my dick with long, sloppy strokes. The next 10 minutes were a great visual pleasure whilst she alternated between burying my cock between her ample boobs and then wet hands-free sucks between her soft lips. I was dying to fuck her, so I gestured her to administer the Gummi and turned her on her back. She was a magnificent sight, head tilted back over the edge of the bed and her tits pressed together between her arms whilst I fucked her slowly for about 10 minutes. Much as I wanted to, however, I couldn't quite manage to come inside her, so I whipped off the rubber, leaned back against the headrest and directed her face back towards my cock, eventually blasting a huge load into her mouth whilst her tits jiggled against my balls. Quite splendid it was, I must say!

I really liked this girl and would definitely repeat. On another occasion I'd like to spend more time with her, preferably earlier in the day when she hadn't already spent 10 hours on the job. I reckon I could really get her going, given the right circumstances and I'd have no problem giving her a positive recommendation to any prospective suitor.

http://goldentime. De/

Wednesday morning. Took the train to Kaldenkirchen in a mood of high expectation; this was the NRW club with the best ratings on this forum and I was expecting Oase-level of excellence. The journey was a pain in the arse, particularly when there was no taxi at Kaldenkirchen station, but I eventually arrived there at about 1 pm to find the place in full swing.

Again, the layout of the club is not so exceptional as to justify further description from me – enough people here have described the facilities in previous posts. A couple of things were noteworthy to me however. This is probably the cleanest place I've been to outside Berlin; there seemed to be a guy on permanent duty in the changing areas, constantly mopping the floor and the showers. I find that reassuring. Secondly, the girls seem to share the changing rooms with the guys, which I also liked although I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps because it affords an opportunity to observe them away from the bar and out of 'pick-up' mode, or maybe it's just because one simply gets the chance to see which girls have showered after their last session and which have ventured straight back to the lounge with the previous punter's cum still in situ. The 'guys an' gals together' arrangement that pertains in the changing rooms is sharply contrasted however with the configuration in the bar area. GT also runs a policy whereby the girls cannot initiate contact with the men, and the result is that the room is starkly divided into a male and female section, whereby the guys are all seated on the left side of the room in various couches and armchairs whilst the ladies are all perched in a line on barstools alongside the right hand wall. The scene reminded me of my early teens at middle-class private disco parties when all the girls would stand around lonely and uncomfortable whilst they hoped for one of the lads to pluck up the courage to emerge from their group and chat them up. I'm not sure that I like NRW's 'no-contact' policy – whilst it does mitigate against the sharks, it also serves to create a separatist atmosphere that feels unnatural and, to my mind, categorises the girls as hookers rather than playmates.

The quality of the eye-candy proved to be a further disappointment to me. I had hoped to find a room full of stunners, as per Oase, but I found the selection to be largely ordinary. There were one or two crackers for sure; a baby-doll blond with perfect bolt-ons in a frilly 2-piece and a statuesque black girl with aquiline features and mammoth knockers, but there were plenty of mingers too.

I settled for a Thai girl named Lulu, principally for her pendulous boobs and huge nipples, primarily on the basis of 'how bad can it be'. Not bad at all, as it happened. I didn't bother much with preliminaries, and she was happy enough to head straight for the room after the minimum of chit-chat. The Zimmer turned out to be a log cabin in the gardens (nice touch), and Lulu proved an experienced and enjoyable bed-mate. I spent some time savouring her considerable rack, and then let her do her stuff with her mouth. Her blowjob technique is first-class, wet and sloppy and with plenty of eye contact. I was happy to let her suck me off, but after a while I realised I wasn't going to come in her mouth just yet, so I tilted her head back and thrust my cock between her boobs. She bought me off in this way, squeezing her tits together around my dick whilst she rubbed her body against me, staring straight into my eyes and mouthing filthy language til I could take it no more and I pulled her face towards my crotch and spurted into her mouth. A decent session, without ever threatening to challenge for admission to the Hall of Fame.

By now it was mid-afternoon, and I was starting to get text messages about developing issues at work that demanded urgent attention. Although I had read a large number of negative reports about Living Room on this forum, it had originally been my idea to pop into Kaarst on the way back to the airport. But, to cut a long story short, it became necessary for me to abandon my plan to return to London that night and to extend my stay in NRW for a further day. As I wasn't too sure about LR anyway, I decided to head back to Cologne for the rest of the evening, missing out on the LR leg of the trip, but affording the opportunity to re-examine the offerings at Samya.

Of the three clubs I did end up attending, Golden time was unquestionably the least interesting to me and the one I'd be least likely to re-visit. It's in the middle of nowhere, the facilities are unexceptional and the line-up unexciting. For me, there's nothing here that one cannot find at any number of clubs, and the next time I am looking for a FKK in the countryside I'll go to Oase again.

http://www.Samya. De/

So, unexpectedly afforded a second bite of the cherry at Samya's, I arrived back at about 9 pm to a nearly empty club. That suits me fine – a little spaciousness never puts me off my business. There were quite a few pretty faces seated at the bar, and I got the feeling that the quality was up on the previous day's offerings, even if the numbers were reduced.

One cute little brunette caught my eye, but she was snapped up just as I started to move in on her. Undeterred, settled instead upon a slim young blonde, perhaps 25 y.o. or so, long hair, slim figure, B cups and a tattoo on her tummy. I chatted to her for a few minutes next to the fruit machines. She didn't seem too friendly, and wasn't much of a conversationalist. Actually, she was pretty dull and hard work to talk to, but I fancied her anyway so I ploughed on. Eventually I asked her name, and she responded 'Katy'. Ding Ding! Alarm bells! Why did that name sound familiar? Then I remembered that a 'Caty' had been on my list as one of the ones to avoid due to a couple of bad reports on here.

I decided to go through with it anyway – I had plenty of time to make amends later in the evening should the session turn out to be a pisser, so off we went.

Actually, I quite enjoyed my brief liaison with this girl, despite her somewhat mechanical performance. I was in selfish mode at this point, and didn't really care whether she got off or not, so I just allowed myself to lie back and enjoy the ride. Her blowjob was good but not dramatically so. I was more interested in fucking her anyway, so I flipped her on her back and gave her a good pounding. She has a nice body, and I was perfectly happy thrusting into her whilst gripping her upper body tight with my forearms. I stared down at her flat belly and watched my cock slip in and out of her fanny for about 15 minutes. Exhausted, I muttered something about 'resting one minute' and I collapsed on top of her to get my breath back. She misinterpreted this as a sign that I'd come, and I didn't bother to explain that I wasn't finished. I was happy enough to save my orgasm for the next encounter, and before I had even withdrawn from her pussy I was thinking about how cool it was going to be to do another girl straight away. Despite the dispassionate nature of our coupling, I was pretty happy with the experience and 50 Euros seemed perfectly reasonable for the session.

Quick shower and 10 minutes later I was back in the lounge. I caught sight of pretty young thing standing at the bar jiggling her tits and swaying to the Arabic music blaring through the speakers. Linna is from Iran, 25 y.o but looks younger, with an angular face, slim body and nice be cups and perfect golden skin. She speaks little or no English, so we spoke in German for a while about her life in Persia and her recent stay in London. She speaks with a lisp, which I thought at first was going to be disconcerting, but you don't notice it after a while. She is a cute and friendly girl, and I knew this was going to be a stellar session before we even left for the room.

She had previously made it clear that Anal and CIM were off the menu, which had led to suppose that she might be a little straight-laced. Far from it. Linna is a passionate kisser and a surprisingly dirty girl. We DFK'd for some time whilst I explored her taut body with my hands. Her oral skills are very good, sensual and wet, and I thought I was going to come after a couple of minutes, but managed to hold back. She sat astride me and rubbed her pussy up and down my shaft, massaging her clit against me until I could feel that she was very wet indeed. So I got her to whip on the condom and jump aboard once more, this time with my cock buried deep within her as she rocked herself to and fro. I turned her on her back and started to fuck her slowly whilst she massaged her tits and squeezed her nipples. Then she reached down and fondled my balls with one hand whilst I fucked her, and with the other hand she played with her clit. Eventually I shot inside her with our tongues intertwined, and we lay there panting for several minutes.

A really enjoyable session for me, and for her too I believe, and if I'd had more time I'd have gone again with Linna. Highly recommended!

Thus ended my introduction to the NRW scene. If I'd had more time on my hands I would've liked to take things more slowly and savour the experience in a more leisurely manner. I will go to Bernd's again sometime for sure, and I would re-visit Samya if I found myself in Koeln again. I can't imagine that I'd trek out to GT again though – it doesn't appear to offer anything that Oase doesn't have in abundance

Cheers all

Charlie 123

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[Marlow]

Could well be that Bernd was once briefly a copper but he went into the sex industry very early on and dabbled in motor racing with his son who has been running Bernds since pop popped his cork. He had a part share in what was for a time SudBad which became Moulin Rouge and is now back being Sudbad.
The police in Germany are known to be managable. The rockers who own World didn't like the competition in Limburg (80k distant and they got the hump nevertheless!) so they arranged for two police raids at what was Fantasy World had the poor owner arrested on a trumped up murder charge and when business failed at FW, bought it off him.

Bernds? As I said who knows, could be the son has lost interest and wants to enjoy his millions in Mallorca with his mistress and his wife safely in Cologne.

The change in payment method - now known as 'paygirl' haha - can only be because someone has had a word in 'Bernd's' shell-like'.

[Rob Raunch]

Is the German Government Putting the Screws on Bernds?!

Is there a connection with Edith wearing a black skirt and the German Government? Maybe yes!

and what happens when she is wearing a yellow skirt?

Hahahaha,

Gentlemen, lets not go overboard with preassumptions and speculations and stick to the facts:

- payment is to the girls directly after the session like in all other clubs!
(pauschallclubs excluded -nothing special!)

- some girls have gone to other clubs

- some new girls have arrived (like Julia)

- there are fewer mongers than last year (same in all other clubs, ask the girls in other clubs. They will confirm)

- there are stil more than enough TopActs around to satisfy my personal needs!
(for instance: katja, mara, babsi, sandra, rita, tanja, svenja, magda, alexandra, anna, steffi, dana, jenny, alina, josephine, etc.etc. -going to the room with less than half of them will without a doubt be lethal to me! but what a nice way to die!)

Do I think that in all clubs management is wrong? no!

Do I think that only this club has fewer mongers? no!

(one mega-club I know even gives free entrance on sunday, is that out of luxury? do they do this to sponsor us mongers?)

I certainly think that for USD-mongers a trip to European clubs getting more expensive because of exchangerates.

The only screws that are going on is in the rooms of number 28

(maybe thats where German Officials are doing their "checkup" -hahahaha)

Have fun!

[Gfe Finder]

2 out of the 3 massage-ladies will be giving "in-depth-massages" (and if you only want a really good sport-massage there's always Gabi!)

Have Fun my Friends!

Awesome news indeed (I've been with Steffi and had a great time), but she will have some big shoes to fill vs Sandra.

[Gfe Finder]

@Iseeu -
my reading what's up at Bernds is this:-
They have had a little visit from the Finanzamt and the police and have been reminded of the rules, which are that the club management has no hand in the payment, it does not even physically touch the money otherwise it is deemed as pimping.
Usually when a club gets a visit this for some reason scares off some girls. They worry the next thing will be a raid, which kills a club stone dead. Either that or Bernd's has upped the price of a day ticket for the girls or done something that makes them think working there is expensive.

Somebody is putting the squeeze on the club and the decline in sustainable talent is the result. Either the financial crisis, the management themselves, or the customers.

Financial crisis is I think the last reason. Was in a shopping mall last weekend and you couldn't get a parking space without waiting for ten minutes at the barrier. For mid november this is unusual. Also at another small club not a million miles from Bernds the male head count on a Wednesday was 50 men at any one time. the girls were run off their feet all day!

I don't know the current management structure but I was told that Bernds' now deceased founder was a retired police officer. Thus he presumably knew something about keeping the government off his back. Regulars that I'd talked to went out of their way to point out how good Bernds is about complying with the law, and I've never had any reason to doubt this.

It seems awfully surprising that Bernds would ever run afoul of the government or that the latter would even suspect the former of wrongdoing. Then again, I've been wrong before, and these days few things if anything surprise me anymore.

[Shasar]

I was having serious Connie fantasies!

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Poor boy.

[Kiwi 69]

Agree, although my heart will always be with Sandra. I doubt that anyone can ever match her enthusiasm for the job. And, that vision of her climbing the steps ahead of me in that short clinging shift with her butt and nether parts beckoning me up the steps keeps me going between visits.

And those comments, and the description, is the only excuse needed IMHO to visit Bernds!

[Italy 1974]

Until last week the method of payment of the girls was the same as ever: (when you leave the place you pay at the cashier for all the sessions you had).

Can anyone give more info about the reported change of method (i. e. you pay directly to the girl shortly after each session)?.

Italy 1974