Dubai Reports

[Mike De H]

So I went out to get that afternoon entertainment for > 500 DHs which by past experience was easy for ST. Right.

For the first time ever went to the St George Hotel looking for Broadway Coffee Shop. First abject failure, the Broadway I always read about but never managed to get to was in the Broadway Hotel in Al Rigga. Well done Mike. So after enduring the water taxi and the 50 degree heat to get there I then went to the correct place (Where / why did St George pop in my head?)

There is one surprising thing about this Broadway Coffee shop. That is, the coffee is actually good! The girls, well, one or two worth an offer but its a hard place to negotiate. One Russian (Looks Uzbek) looked OK and wanted a crazy 800 for two hours (plus taxis of course). I asked how much for one hour... 400? she just laughed.

Then I went to Jockeys thinking there must be something there thats better than wanking, but the place was closed. Was that always the case, closed 4 till 6? Cant remember. So then I got an "unofficial" you pay anything you want boss, taxi back.

Hit the phone book and even this African girl started at a 1000 for two hours. I fell off the seat laughing. I started at 350. We are currently at 500 but she must get her fat lazy arse into a taxi, I am not going to her hell hole. Lets see what happens

[BionicMan]

GS,
Is there more to this than your report suggests?

I may be going off at a tangent, but I get the inference that the police sting revolves around arresting a punter who calls in response to a number left on a massage business card.

I just don't see why the police would go to the trouble of setting up this sort of operation. If they wanted to pick up punters (and I haven't seen any evidence that they do), there are far easier ways to do it. I often find cards on my windscreen, as well as my doorstep - do we treat them all with suspicion?

Sorry, but, to me, this one just does not ring true. If I'm wrong, the implications are considerable.

you are right on principle but it looks like it is also quite normal Sting operation in the US. A (fake) WG make you following her in a motel and then the guy is arrested. True she is on mission what's the point of that?
Pushed (voluntarily, ok) into it he becomes a criminal.
Quite WASP

[GroinStrain]

I can't go into too much detail but it is definitely true as I know the guy. He is South Asian so perhaps there are racist undertones to the arrest and an European or US citizen would have escaped with a slap on the wrist.

Your inference is correct. He called a number from, as I understand, a card and when the girl arrived and he propositioned her for sex he was arrested as she was undercover LE. I agree that it seems a ridiculous way to operate and there are much easier ways to arrest people but it did happen. Maybe it's the LE's way to clean up Discovery Gardens but surely it would be easier to go after the service providers rather than the punters. But then again I'm not LE so don't know how they think!

GS,
Is there more to this than your report suggests?

I may be going off at a tangent, but I get the inference that the police sting revolves around arresting a punter who calls in response to a number left on a massage business card.

I just don't see why the police would go to the trouble of setting up this sort of operation. If they wanted to pick up punters (and I haven't seen any evidence that they do), there are far easier ways to do it. I often find cards on my windscreen, as well as my doorstep - do we treat them all with suspicion?

Sorry, but, to me, this one just does not ring true. If I'm wrong, the implications are considerable.

[Dubai Sleuth]

Be careful about who you call from cards in Discovery Gardens as I know of a guy being held in jail in Dubai for the last 2 months who arranged a meeting for a massage in this manner and was caught in a LE sting operation. The deal I understand was for a massage from a local lady.

GS,
Is there more to this than your report suggests?

I may be going off at a tangent, but I get the inference that the police sting revolves around arresting a punter who calls in response to a number left on a massage business card.

I just don't see why the police would go to the trouble of setting up this sort of operation. If they wanted to pick up punters (and I haven't seen any evidence that they do), there are far easier ways to do it. I often find cards on my windscreen, as well as my doorstep - do we treat them all with suspicion?

Sorry, but, to me, this one just does not ring true. If I'm wrong, the implications are considerable.

[Piper1]

Always entertaining witty reports from Third-Person Double-Shooter. Ah memories of Highland Hotel when it was still called Arif Castle - land of the nubile Ethiopians.

Good informative reports from Mike D.H. also. Mike, Imperial entry fee is negotiable - ie I pay zilch. Onece I had to ask for the manager, and he waved me through. Best not to aggravate the door guys - they try for a tip always, but always in a good-natured way. I tipped them once many moons ago.

The Piper1 is out of Dubai action for some time, but he will merrily read the board for weekly entertainment.

[Mike De H]

Day 5: Thursday 29th July

No horrendously long reports on this one, since the last bombed out. Went to Jules bar to see what the difference is. I heard it’s all Ruskie A listers.
Had to pay a disgusting 100 DH in, even though I got two “drinks” about it. Place is OK but the women were absolutely awful and frankly its not for me. Doubt I will visit again as I do not think I ever got a girl from there even in the past.

Went to Regal, had to pay 100 DH but at least the Girls were nice.Had to pay FOUR FUCKING POUNDS for an Orange juice. How can Dubai survive at that kind of rip-off level. Its everywhere. All girls asking 1200 or 1500 including a nice sexy blonde streaked Uzbek who amusingly apologised for her being “so very expensive” quite cute really.

Found a MILFy Ruskie from St. Petersburg but now living in Kyrgy, who looked like a younger Helen Mirren, great bod and boobs and who quoted 1500. Got her down to 1200 then went to York (free entry of course) just to check it out.

Quality was much less as the Chorus Line is all that was left by 1 am. There was one stunner who looked like this Girl – http://www.buddytv.com/lenora-crichlow.aspx - Lenora Critchlow, from the BBC’s excellent “Being Human” (although a bit more white/ asian than African). I tried for her but was not interested in talking. Looks like she was being recruited as part of a threesome. Shame.

Went back to Regal and then negotiated Helen Mirren down to 1000 DH, DFK, stay till 10 am next day. Superb sevice, did what it said on her tin. Got BBBJ of course and two faked Orgasms she could have got a BAFTA for. Gave her a lift back to Sharja and got an invite to a meal at her place. I might accept.
Day 6: Friday 30th July.

Went to Imperial Suites, paid bouncer 100 DH for two to get in. Do not know what the real price is. Maybe someone can help here? My room-mate just got his own room. Can confirm Jumerah Rotana is GF beyond belief. I offered to do his walk of shame whilst he negotiated a single room on his own. Ugly girl, but he likes her. Hope he didn’t pay more than 350.

Last question... the bouncers at the imperial wanted “tips” from us. Told them not to eat yellow snow and shook hands. Got some abuse from them on the way out. Is this normal behaviour? Did we overpay on the way in?

[Double Shooter]

The Shooter chanced to be passing this establishment late on a Monday night (c 1:30am). On a whim he entered. Up the stairs and straight into the club. It seems the paleface 'get in free' card still works.

On entry the Shooter moved fast to the left to avoid the 'fresh meat' predators. He circumnavigated the room to check the scene. Basically OK. Not too downmarket. Some lookers. Busy but not overcrowded.

It was inevitable that the Shooter would be tracked and cornered. 2 Chinese. Tall & attractive. Really keen to sell. Look at one, she smiles & nods. Look at t'other, ditto. Telepathically, the Shooter understands the nod means "let's go and f*ck". After 55 nods the telepathy gets tiresome and the Shooter breaks free.

He spots some hot Filis leaving. Filis at the York? Quelle surprise! A quick reconnoitre reveals a flock of filis near the pool table. Very well oiled, being fed tequila by a filipino seaman. The Shooter picks off a cute one, Kristal.

She is merry but not drunk. Good fun. Offers herself for dh500. The Shooter knows she will settle for less but opts to agree.

Back to the Shooter's lair and the unwrapped Kristal body was well suited to the Shooter's taste. Large but not huge boobs, bit saggy but OK. Unfeasibly small butt. Silky soft skin.

Her performance was below average. Needed cajoling even for CBJ. No DATY. Kept covering her gorgeous pussy from view. A good fuck though, especially in cowboy when her tits looked great and her tiny ass felt wonderful vibrating in the Shooter's hands.

So all in all a good night and a thumbs-up for the York.

[Double Shooter]

Tuesday night, the traditional Ladies' night, but the Shooter wuz cream-crackered from travel & work, so fancied a night in. He had just received a "hot tip" from his wingman the Accountant. A young Fili (Irene) of reputedly formidable sexual talent. Texted then called her to arrange RDZ at the Shooter's hotel.

As often happens with Filis, the wires got crossed and the logistics of a simple rendezvous were apparently impossible to arrange. The Shooter opted to make a virtue of necessity and meet her at her "office". Rock City at the Highland Hotel.

The Shooter had last visited this hotel many years ago, and had fond nostalgic memories of ear-licking Ethiopians.

The Shooter arrived early, 10: 30pm, and was waved in without any charge. Just by the entrance were 2 tables with about 10 Fili girls. The Shooter stood before them, waiting for Irene to make herself known. The 10 Filis stared at him with blank expressions, as if he had grown a second head. He glanced downward to check that his second head was indeed soundly entrousered. Somewhat disorientated, he made his way to the bar and ordered a beer.

Irene came up & introduced herself. Small and with Indianesque features. She was very sweet but didn't rock the Shooter's boat. The Shooter opted to tarry awhile to see how the night would unfold. He repaired to the Fili throng with Irene.

More Filis entered as the night wore on, plus a few Africans. Some hotties and quite a few coldies, including some Filis with very bad dress sense and very oddly-shaped bodies.

The bank kicked off with some classic ballads, then moved on to more rocky stuff, quasi-Seaview. The guitarist is the brother of the Seaview lesbian.

In walked the delightful Lyka, and old squeeze of the Shooter's wingman, the Accountant, with a gaggle of girls. The Shooter bought the girls some drinks, shot the breeze and played it cool. Not many gentleman punters about. Friendly staff, recognizing a new face and clearly keen on getting new clientele.

The Shooter had tried many times to entice Lyka to "crossover" from the Accountant but had been shot down. The Pinay Hooker's Protocol. This time he played his cards carefully, then moved in for the kill. His overtures were accepted. Irene was disappointed, but she should have come to the hotel in the first place.

Lyka has a Michelle Yeoh-ish face and an athletic body, atypical for Filis. Her sexual style is incredibly active. The Shooter lay back and was pounded by energetic BJ and cowboy executed in a dizzying variety of styles. It was all so fast & furious that the Shooter could not achieve escape velocity and was unable to come. A situation that was soundly remedied in the morning.

A memorable experience. The Shooter will again take the high road to the Highland.

[GroinStrain]

Thursday night and my lady friend and I decide to try a different African nightclub after the Montreal hotel club last week. This one is in the Dubai Palm hotel in Deira on Al Muteena street. Arrived maybe midnight and it was already busy. Mostly african clientele and arabs. Only saw couple of white faces. Format same as other club with tables arranged around the stage. Decent band, if your into Ethiopian and various other types of African music and great dance show. 8 or 9 female dancers some in skimpy outfits and others in African dress. One male dancer whose energy is astounding and they all put on a great show.

By 2AM it was packed and standing room only. There were quite a few Ethiopian hotties swanning around and I am sure looking for business. The band took a break at 2 and a lot of the girls descended onto the dancefloor. Must have been 30 odd single Ethiopian girls. There are a lot less Ethiopians in Dubai now as the LE clean-ups have taken there toll and legitimate employment opportunities are becoming scarce. Even parts of Deira are so quiet at night now compared to a couple of years ago.

[GroinStrain]

Dubai is the only place on earth where you get anything delivered at your doorstep in no time. You can get your grocery, food, alcohol what else?

In Gardens, D Gardens area it’s quite some time since massage is being delivered at your doorstep. I had called up couple of times, but the quality was not good. So never tried for some time even though many new suppliers are advertising by dropping their business cards.

Was not in a mod to travel to downtown, so thought of calling one of the new contacts. Different from previous times, the one who picked up phone spoke fairly understandable English and offered “EVERYTHING” in One Hour for AED 300. But I enquired about chance of a “SELECTION”. She agreed for extra AED 20.

Three of the arrived in just 15 minutes. I chose the better looking one. BBJ, couple of positions and a quick unprofessional massage, all in one hour for AED 300 at your apartment . Very professional and prompt if you can settle for 5-6/10 as far as looks are concerned.

MrQ

Be careful about who you call from cards in Discovery Gardens as I know of a guy being held in jail in Dubai for the last 2 months who arranged a meeting for a massage in this manner and was caught in a LE sting operation. The deal I understand was for a massage from a local lady.

What was the nationality of your service provider?

[Member #1071]

Got the phone number of a Filli amp courtesy of a fellow senior member.
Called the number and was given directions by a good english speaking lady. A filippino guy half naked opens the villa door. Big hall more than ten girls standing in line. Was horrified with the quality, even after thorough inspection of the girls to find out if any could pass a 4/10 score. I then decided to leave immediately. Told the guy I needed to get my wallet from the car. Few minutes after evading the premises I receive a message "why did you leave, didn't you like it?". I humbly texted back "Sorry no".
Will head to Piper's Greens AMP soon and will report findings.

[CallSign Papa]

After a full day of indoctrinating my mate “D” that there was no God and if there was, he does not care if he pays for his Women by the hour or by the Life, he was finally in the mood (having looked at my Hairy arse for four days) for some pussy.

Laughed hard at your review Mike, but especially loved this quote and will be recycling it at the first opportunity.

Great report.

[Poonhound69]

I miss the apartment lounge salsa tuesdays. Good for atleast one hostie a month (mostly far eastern and east european first time latin dancers). Only 2 crazies out of 11 flown over 2 years! I've bought less than 10 drinks, and we always used their face card on checkout to get em at half price.

Dunno if you need to be young, but you need to make them feel like natural stars on the floor

I have scored EK hosties everywhere from fast food joints on SZ Road in the early hours of the morning, to the more conventional EK hostie pick up joints of Zinc, Chi, Rock Bottom, Trilogy, Agency, Jimmy Dix (no so much any more), Carters (not so much any more), Scarletts, The Apartment, Alpha, Peppermint Club (in its various locations) and the list goes on and on. If you're good thinking on your feet, it is also easy to pick them up on board, especially if you're not flying down the back. A small amount of chat goes a very long way.

[Mike De H]

Having landed in Dubai on the 25th for the first time in four years with no money (post credit crash) I thought that the best contribution I could make was to compare what things were like from their hayday in 2006 when the first LE crackdowns started in earnest and now.

To put it in perspective, the last girl I got was a Ukraine girl from Cyclone in October 2006.... yep, Cyclone, that’s how long it’s been. What a stunner she was too.

However, when I say, no money, I really mean a budget for one CIS LT (all-nighter preferred not a “run away at 5” gal) and one African ST. Total budget 1500 DH. So far I have only looked and will update to see if I obtain such lofty goals. For the moment I am a sad onlooker, drooling at the goods my meagre resources can no longer freely afford me. I even have to share a room with my business partner “D” and to tell you the truth, that is the worst part as I had to book my own room at extra expense last night even though I was too drunk and too broke to go with a girl.

Now here is the interesting bit. How to take “D” an ex Afrikaans SADF fully paid up “Kaffer-Hating Hooker-Dissaproving” Evangelical God-Bothering Christian, who has just spent 10 years in Georgia (great place for him right?) and turn him into a secular “Ay-up y’all unbelieving Kufir bastard” monger. It took me about three days in Dubai He hater Kaffers and now is a Kufir. I love it.

Day 1 Sunday 25th July 2010:

I thought the best thing was to start slow in the downstairs bar in Regal and let him see the quality of the CIS and Stanis going up to the stairs to Rockerfellers. I was expecting the worst. I read the forum enviously for four years with a tub of vaseling and a box of tissues (to wipe the tears of envy from my face, of course) whilst you lucky ex-pats screwed in air con luxury, slowly watching the reports of doom, gloom rising prices and rampant LE stings come in.

In fact I expected the Islamic version of the Apocolypse to be upon us with pigs being slaughtered and the second coming of Christ already underway with all the crucifixes being destroyed. But no, the Police are still here, the biggest crucifix in all of the Arabian Peninsula is still there (a.k.a. Burj Al Arab) and the Hookers are still here also. Thank goodness for some common sense at least.

The quality of the girls initially looked pretty good. I have to say in late 2006 the stunners were hard to come by. We then went to York (I was saving the best wine till last) and warned him of the hyper-aggressive Chinese women and advised him to wear his rugby jumper with the velcrose “tear-off” sleeve so he can make his getaways. But no! Something has happened. The PRC Brigade has learned the meaning of “Personal Space”. My goodness, when you detach their clutching little mits from your clothes, the hand actually stays off. Have you all been training them? Some of them were even quite pretty in York... the one place I could never find a girl. A quick check of prices seemed a bit unrealistic, with Africans asking 1000 for daytime ST. Maybe my lily-white skin betrayed inexperience! Anyway, the night ended with a few phone numbers in my mobile, one African Sarah that looks like a bitterly ex-Girlfriend and an actual CIS called Mimi. Maybe I will break my PRC duck at some time. Result – “D” got a boner, not wanting to admit it. Its a start

Day 2 Monday 26th

So I decided to visit Jockeys in Panama for an early evening pint. We discovered beer at the uber-low cost of 25 Dirham per pint was possible. This is where I have discovered my money-saving beer recycling method. As I was "crying in my beer" at the prices I realised my alcoholic tears could be cought and dripped back into the Heiniken bottle, thus recycling both alcohol and water and extending the life of your drink. Clever eh? And the best thing is, that the higher the extortionate price, the more you cry!

Back to girls, again, some of the Ethiopian, Eritrean, and stani girls looked much, much better than used to be available. Prices coming down as the sun tan came up to a more reasonable 1000 LT. IF Jockeys can do this, what happens when I get to the new places?

Day 3 Tuesday 27th:

Food poisoning. No chance of a girl as I only make a mess of them with the stuff that comes out of the front end, but a [CodeWord137] fetishes dream of course. I went for a drive round the financial district having tried to find the Rattlesnake, and failing miserably. A full tank of petrol later driving round construction sites at midnight and clocking God-knows how many Salik tolls on the Sheik Zayed Road I finally got back to the hotel and decided to get on a mission to find the damned place.

Day 4 Wednesday 28th:

Coming back from the Jebel Ali club (all hands, dive, dive, dive) missed the bastard place again. Whats happened. All these tall buildings close together must have drowned the place in the last four years.

So I drove to the Palm Beach (not GF) and we got a taxi to the Rattlesnake, 25 DHs poorer. Not driving, I saw the “Metroplex” sign and got the exit straight away. I mean, how fucking easy can it be?

Walking in I realised two things. 1) All the PRC have gone 2) LOTS of nice CIS. Some of it out of my league some of it a bit rough but lots of choice as the night went on. 3) Band AWFUL and I mean just possibly the most tuneless singers and worst PA I have ever seen in my life. I think they were chosen because they just weren’t Asian. That was bearable at least. Then they started dancing! I couldn’t even watch them after that. At least there were girls to look at. After a full day of indoctrinating my mate “D” that there was no God and if there was, he does not care if he pays for his Women by the hour or by the Life, he was finally in the mood (having looked at my Hairy arse for four days) for some pussy.

I briefed him on everything. Verify the departure time three times to be sure, only pay in the Room, ask if she kisses etc. He then liked a Turkmenistan / Armenian girl (Lublu or similar) that was a bit older but still quite MILFy and nice. She had a great personality and they really hit it off. He negotiated skilfully from 1000 down to 800 for any time he wanted in the Morning. He even gave her a lift back in the Morning – she has just gone as I write from my hastily booked single room.

Interestingly enough, we went for a drink in the Palm Beach Hotel in the Uptown bar. I initially thought the psychic Police Radar on the door would trip off when a Working Girl walked in the premises, but no we walked straight in. One 300 DHs drink later we were off, having witnessed that there were three absolutely A+++ Kornikova type Blondes working the bar going home without Custom and that sometimes they now just let Girls in if they are discreet (i.e. not African PRC with their tits hanging out). Times, they are a changing hey?

In general some of the construction work since my last visit is terrible. I am reminded of council estates in Helensburgh or the building you see of the M6 in Birmingham. The closeness of the high-rises is claughstrohobic ruining both the view of the buildings and the view from the buildings. Th sprawl of Dubai means the city has lost is centre and its soul (much like LA) and I hope they can address this in the future. The prices of Girls seem stable and yet the cost of food is double. The Hotels slightly less.

But what of me? Well I had too much beer last night to take a Girl, and the ones I wanted were over my 1000 DHs budget. There was one “Yani” 30 year old Stani who wanted 1500. No chance, but I was so nearly tempted by an Arab Girl at Rattlesnake. She claimed to be “Serious Arab Businesswoman” and looked like a young Anne-Wilson from heart crossed with a wild gypsy. She also claimed to be from south Yemen (did not realise Tangiers was in Yemen :-\) and wanted 1200 for “all-night but I was out of time and out of libido. She said she was unlikely to be back but what a beautiful Arabic knockout she was.

Tomorrow I will evict the moths from my secret mongering wallet and go for my first girl. As my Afikaans friend puts it, “Are you going to dip into the Oil Drum? Some of Pork and Cheese Girls are quite good.” (Portuguese or half – cast in his slang). Maybe! Keep you posted.

[Mr Quick]

Dubai is the only place on earth where you get anything delivered at your doorstep in no time. You can get your grocery, food, alcohol what else?

In Gardens, D Gardens area it’s quite some time since massage is being delivered at your doorstep. I had called up couple of times, but the quality was not good. So never tried for some time even though many new suppliers are advertising by dropping their business cards.

Was not in a mod to travel to downtown, so thought of calling one of the new contacts. Different from previous times, the one who picked up phone spoke fairly understandable English and offered “EVERYTHING” in One Hour for AED 300. But I enquired about chance of a “SELECTION”. She agreed for extra AED 20.

Three of the arrived in just 15 minutes. I chose the better looking one. BBJ, couple of positions and a quick unprofessional massage, all in one hour for AED 300 at your apartment . Very professional and prompt if you can settle for 5-6/10 as far as looks are concerned.

MrQ