Dubai Reports

[Joe Karnavic]

Visited Dubai after a long hiatus (I was born here) and I met an agent who has been helping me with girls for over 20 years.

And I was mind blown. I was able to find a Bollywood starlet (2-3 movies about 38 years old) who charged 800 Dhs a pop with an accommodation in Deira. She drives a Range Rover.

She offered a very good enthusiastic fuck (BBBJ and then she rode me until I came). This is exceedingly rare for model types who are generally lazy and demanding. She was strict about the 1 shot though, but she was willing to chat before and after. She promised to tell me some Bollywood sleaze on our next visit. She is the type who can keep you horny. I would repeat.

Anyhow, back to topic, above agent told me that there are all kinds of stars (some very bankable) who are available in Dubai. Prices are astronomical, like $5000 for relatively well known actress for a pop plus 5 star stay etc.

Prices in Dubai are not what it used to be and there is a lot to offer.

This is very interesting feedback. Lots of monger friends have been asking for years about finding a Bollywood starlet. Though she is 38 she has lot of milage in her. You do not have PM, wish you could give us some clues.

[MongerFriend]

Visited Dubai after a long hiatus (I was born here) and I met an agent who has been helping me with girls for over 20 years.

And I was mind blown. I was able to find a Bollywood starlet (2-3 movies about 38 years old) who charged 800 Dhs a pop with an accommodation in Deira. She drives a Range Rover.

She offered a very good enthusiastic fuck (BBBJ and then she rode me until I came). This is exceedingly rare for model types who are generally lazy and demanding. She was strict about the 1 shot though, but she was willing to chat before and after. She promised to tell me some Bollywood sleaze on our next visit. She is the type who can keep you horny. I would repeat.

Anyhow, back to topic, above agent told me that there are all kinds of stars (some very bankable) who are available in Dubai. Prices are astronomical, like $5000 for relatively well known actress for a pop plus 5 star stay etc.

Prices in Dubai are not what it used to be and there is a lot to offer.

[Joe Karnavic]

You definitely got to check the girl in, even if you already have the room for yourselves. It's the norm everywhere in Dubai. Also if you booked it as a single occupancy instead of double, some hotels will charge for it.

Also once in the room they do take money upfront instead of at the end. So telling them that you will give them more if they don't hurry you and give you a good experience works as well.

Please edit and clip the post like I did when you are replying. It adds too much clutter otherwise.

[Rax Kumar]

You definitely got to check the girl in, even if you already have the room for yourselves. It's the norm everywhere in Dubai. Also if you booked it as a single occupancy instead of double, some hotels will charge for it.

For me the best thing that has worked is playing the waiting game and making the girl wait, also tipping them to just sit and talk. Between 11 pm to 1 am most girls will be in hurry because they would try to get in with multiple guys by trying to finish them off quickly in 30 to 45 minutes and returning back to the club. Once it's past 1 pm or 2 pm, they know the club will close soon, so they have no reason to finish quickly and get back.

What I have also observed is that the girls talk among each other. They also prefer to talk and know upfront if a guy is serious about taking someone at all or not. Just try and tell a couple of girls who approach you that you don't plan on taking anyone for the night and you will see other girls will also stop approaching you.

Any girl who pushes you to just come is also the girl who will leave quickly. I prefer to tip the girl and make her sit after telling them I will surely take them but want to spend some more time in the club. If the girl is happy with the tip and decides to continue to sit with you, then there are high chances she won't hurry on the service or hurry on leaving early. Using that time to talk to them and just making conversations works really well. And during this time talk and clarify everything on what you expect in the session. Impatient ones won't talk won't listen, they won't stay nor will they give good service. So letting them go is best.

Also once in the room they do take money upfront instead of at the end. So telling them that you will give them more if they don't hurry you and give you a good experience works as well.

Returning home from a South Asian decrepit failed state shithole via Dubai I've spent some days stop-over once again and was up to some mischief.

Friday, Ayoush, SZR, 23.30. Overcrowded, pleasant Levantine atmosphere. Had a light dinner over which I could assess the scenery. It caters mostly for the Arab bunch, especially Saudis. Women tendentially corpulent and under a thick layer of make-up. They were dressed and behaved like Middle Easterners and although some were of Arab origin, the majoriy seemed to originate from ex-Soviet Central Asian republics. There was an active exchange of data in the rest room area. In the restaurant there were no chats between men and women, just eye-contacts. They gave me the impression of rough, vulgar and superficial hookers. No one could catch my fancy. However, the Syro-Lebanese delicacies were decent, staff was highly courteous and professional. Left after midnight without attending at the announced Egyptian chanteuse and her band that night, unfortunately.

Shifted to the Sky Lounge at Conrad Hotel, SZR, 00.30. I've learned that the entry is from behind the building, not from the hotel lobby. Up to the 48th floor. No entry charge. Though Friday evening, it was quite empty. It's a hip-hop spot catering for a mainly black audience. Definitely not my place. Had a scotch-soda after which I left. Had a look at the Arab club / lounge / restaurant at the 49th floor Carte Blanche. The singer was mind-blowing hot. But such projects need a lot of time and patience, it's nothing for visitors. Entertaining night, however no catch.

Sunday. Booked a room at Grand Excelsior Deira anticipating a great night at Tehran Club on the 5th floor. Got there around midnight, paid 150 Dhs including one drink. Asked for a menu and the waiter stated that he would be the menu. I'the simply have to ask him whatever I desire and he would do his best to serve me. Any further drinks set me 50 Dhs each back. Nice show, beautiful Persian music, a mixed crowd composed of groups, couples, single men and hookers. You only need to communicate with your waiter and he'll arrange for you everything within the scope of possible. I've initially thought that when the assigned waiter would wave the available babe of my desire to my table she'the order expensive booze and the whole affair would end up in a ripp-off. That's not the case at Tehran Club as far as my experience goes. Quite a few of the women are indeed from Iran, however many are of Central Asian or Caucasian origin. Lots of make-up, wide basins, huge buttocks, thick legs, huge boobs, pumped up lips. Oh no, not my cup of tea. But suddenly there was that distinct lady sitting with other three babes at a table: natural beauty, 6 ft tall, big eyes with long eyebrow arches, no tattoos, no artificial enlargements, wearing a long red dress. Observed her for a while and then gave the waiter a sign to shift her to my table. Exchanged greetings, she sat down next to me and adopted a disinterested passive attitude watching and tipping uninterruptedly her mobile. Tried to conversate with her. Allegedly no English. She translated on her mobile from Persian into English and stated her name would be Bita and she'the be from Tehran (pics in the photo gallery). Invited her for a drink at which she stated that she wouldn't drink alcohol or smoke. She kept tipping on her mobile letting me assume that she was translating for me but she was communicating with a friend of her sitting at a table with another punter. The waiter came along and tried in vain to enhance the mood. Zero vibes. At that stage I should have let her pull away, but due to the fact that she was mind-blowing gorgeous and to the lack of other options I assumed all the risks and decided to play Vabanque. Bita showed me the display of her mobile: What you pay me?" I asked her to tip the rate. She opened at 2 k Dhs without stating time. It was around 2am and I countered 1k Dhs until 8am. She then tipped: 1 shot". Deal closed. Having a room booked on the premises we shifted down to the 2nd floor. Put off shoes and was opening the buttons of my shirt as suddenly the room phone rang: reception asked both of us to come down and do visitor registration. WTF? They had monitored us on video cameras when we moved from the club to the room. Methods of a totalitarian shithole banana republic. With this occasion I could see her passport was indeed Iranian. Now they asked me 200 Dhs visitor charges cash on the spot no putting on account, no credit card (a receipt of the visitor charges you can see on the hotel thread). Incredible blatant greediness of the Egyptian-Indian management of this brothel, oh sorry, hotel.

Back in the room she kept watching and tipping her mobile as she uttered the word money". Sure, at 8am, of course. No, now on the spot, she standing up and being ready for departure. All right, having had set everything on one card I handed her over 1k Dhs after which she diappeared in the bathroom. Ten minutes passed with no sound; I started worrying as I suddenly heard the water flowing. After about twenty minutes Bita came out totally naked with her bag in the hand and sat down in bed. The sight knocked me off: natural monumental magnificent beauty. Took a shower myself in no time and returned.

She was lying in bed wrapped up tightly in the blanket covering her up to the belly. She was pemanently typing on her mobile. Cuddled next to her kissig her arms and breasts. She fend off an attempt to kiss her on the mouth by turning her head away. Licked and sucked on these amazing breasts and nipples. Her hair smelled unwashed and her body odour felt like herbs, especially parsley. She didn't respond or move or say anything. She lay motionless, impsassive and unresponsive staring ahead and clinging a condom in her hand. At some point she uttered the word sex". I thought: all right, let's rock! Tried to remove the blaket from her to no avail, she kept it tightly. WTF? Mood was diminishing by the second. Pulled away my towel so she could see my throbbing boner. She rolled a condom on it and climbed me, her gorgeous boobs covering my face. Pumped her a few times after which my dick slipped out. Wanted to put it back in by hand. Oh, no! She moved away stating that I have to put on a new condom because I'the touched it with my hand. WTF? As I was on the edge to climax I pulled it off in order to change it and in that very moment I unloaded on the sheets with a completely ruined orgasm. At that she laughed defiantly and jumped into the bathroom for another 20 minutes..

Returning home from a South Asian decrepit failed state shithole via Dubai I've spent some days stop-over once again and was up to some mischief.

Friday, Ayoush, SZR, 23.30. Overcrowded, pleasant Levantine atmosphere. Had a light dinner over which I could assess the scenery. It caters mostly for the Arab bunch, especially Saudis. Women tendentially corpulent and under a thick layer of make-up. They were dressed and behaved like Middle Easterners and although some were of Arab origin, the majoriy seemed to originate from ex-Soviet Central Asian republics. There was an active exchange of data in the rest room area. In the restaurant there were no chats between men and women, just eye-contacts. They gave me the impression of rough, vulgar and superficial hookers. No one could catch my fancy. However, the Syro-Lebanese delicacies were decent, staff was highly courteous and professional. Left after midnight without attending at the announced Egyptian chanteuse and her band that night, unfortunately.

Shifted to the Sky Lounge at Conrad Hotel, SZR, 00.30. I've learned that the entry is from behind the building, not from the hotel lobby. Up to the 48th floor. No entry charge. Though Friday evening, it was quite empty. It's a hip-hop spot catering for a mainly black audience. Definitely not my place. Had a scotch-soda after which I left. Had a look at the Arab club / lounge / restaurant at the 49th floor Carte Blanche. The singer was mind-blowing hot. But such projects need a lot of time and patience, it's nothing for visitors. Entertaining night, however no catch.

Sunday. Booked a room at Grand Excelsior Deira anticipating a great night at Tehran Club on the 5th floor. Got there around midnight, paid 150 Dhs including one drink. Asked for a menu and the waiter stated that he would be the menu. I'the simply have to ask him whatever I desire and he would do his best to serve me. Any further drinks set me 50 Dhs each back. Nice show, beautiful Persian music, a mixed crowd composed of groups, couples, single men and hookers. You only need to communicate with your waiter and he'll arrange for you everything within the scope of possible. I've initially thought that when the assigned waiter would wave the available babe of my desire to my table she'the order expensive booze and the whole affair would end up in a ripp-off. That's not the case at Tehran Club as far as my experience goes. Quite a few of the women are indeed from Iran, however many are of Central Asian or Caucasian origin. Lots of make-up, wide basins, huge buttocks, thick legs, huge boobs, pumped up lips. Oh no, not my cup of tea. But suddenly there was that distinct lady sitting with other three babes at a table: natural beauty, 6 ft tall, big eyes with long eyebrow arches, no tattoos, no artificial enlargements, wearing a long red dress. Observed her for a while and then gave the waiter a sign to shift her to my table. Exchanged greetings, she sat down next to me and adopted a disinterested passive attitude watching and tipping uninterruptedly her mobile. Tried to conversate with her. Allegedly no English. She translated on her mobile from Persian into English and stated her name would be Bita and she'the be from Tehran (pics in the photo gallery). Invited her for a drink at which she stated that she wouldn't drink alcohol or smoke. She kept tipping on her mobile letting me assume that she was translating for me but she was communicating with a friend of her sitting at a table with another punter. The waiter came along and tried in vain to enhance the mood. Zero vibes. At that stage I should have let her pull away, but due to the fact that she was mind-blowing gorgeous and to the lack of other options I assumed all the risks and decided to play Vabanque. Bita showed me the display of her mobile: What you pay me?" I asked her to tip the rate. She opened at 2 k Dhs without stating time. It was around 2am and I countered 1k Dhs until 8am. She then tipped: 1 shot". Deal closed. Having a room booked on the premises we shifted down to the 2nd floor. Put off shoes and was opening the buttons of my shirt as suddenly the room phone rang: reception asked both of us to come down and do visitor registration. WTF? They had monitored us on video cameras when we moved from the club to the room. Methods of a totalitarian shithole banana republic. With this occasion I could see her passport was indeed Iranian. Now they asked me 200 Dhs visitor charges cash on the spot no putting on account, no credit card (a receipt of the visitor charges you can see on the hotel thread). Incredible blatant greediness of the Egyptian-Indian management of this brothel, oh sorry, hotel.

Back in the room she kept watching and tipping her mobile as she uttered the word money". Sure, at 8am, of course. No, now on the spot, she standing up and being ready for departure. All right, having had set everything on one card I handed her over 1k Dhs after which she diappeared in the bathroom. Ten minutes passed with no sound; I started worrying as I suddenly heard the water flowing. After about twenty minutes Bita came out totally naked with her bag in the hand and sat down in bed. The sight knocked me off: natural monumental magnificent beauty. Took a shower myself in no time and returned.

She was lying in bed wrapped up tightly in the blanket covering her up to the belly. She was pemanently typing on her mobile. Cuddled next to her kissig her arms and breasts. She fend off an attempt to kiss her on the mouth by turning her head away. Licked and sucked on these amazing breasts and nipples. Her hair smelled unwashed and her body odour felt like herbs, especially parsley. She didn't respond or move or say anything. She lay motionless, impsassive and unresponsive staring ahead and clinging a condom in her hand. At some point she uttered the word sex"..

[Rax Kumar]

You definitely got to check the girl in, even if you already have the room for yourselves. It's the norm everywhere in Dubai. Also if you booked it as a single occupancy instead of double, some hotels will charge for it.

For me the best thing that has worked is playing the waiting game and making the girl wait, also tipping them to just sit and talk. Between 11 pm to 1 am most girls will be in hurry because they would try to get in with multiple guys by trying to finish them off quickly in 30 to 45 minutes and returning back to the club. Once it's past 1 pm or 2 pm, they know the club will close soon, so they have no reason to finish quickly and get back.

What I have also observed is that the girls talk among each other. They also prefer to talk and know upfront if a guy is serious about taking someone at all or not. Just try and tell a couple of girls who approach you that you don't plan on taking anyone for the night and you will see other girls will also stop approaching you.

Any girl who pushes you to just come is also the girl who will leave quickly. I prefer to tip the girl and make her sit after telling them I will surely take them but want to spend some more time in the club. If the girl is happy with the tip and decides to continue to sit with you, then there are high chances she won't hurry on the service or hurry on leaving early. Using that time to talk to them and just making conversations works really well. And during this time talk and clarify everything on what you expect in the session. Impatient ones won't talk won't listen, they won't stay nor will they give good service. So letting them go is best.

Also once in the room they do take money upfront instead of at the end. So telling them that you will give them more if they don't hurry you and give you a good experience works as well.

Returning home from a South Asian decrepit failed state shithole via Dubai I've spent some days stop-over once again and was up to some mischief.

Friday, Ayoush, SZR, 23.30. Overcrowded, pleasant Levantine atmosphere. Had a light dinner over which I could assess the scenery. It caters mostly for the Arab bunch, especially Saudis. Women tendentially corpulent and under a thick layer of make-up. They were dressed and behaved like Middle Easterners and although some were of Arab origin, the majoriy seemed to originate from ex-Soviet Central Asian republics. There was an active exchange of data in the rest room area. In the restaurant there were no chats between men and women, just eye-contacts. They gave me the impression of rough, vulgar and superficial hookers. No one could catch my fancy. However, the Syro-Lebanese delicacies were decent, staff was highly courteous and professional. Left after midnight without attending at the announced Egyptian chanteuse and her band that night, unfortunately.

Shifted to the Sky Lounge at Conrad Hotel, SZR, 00.30. I've learned that the entry is from behind the building, not from the hotel lobby. Up to the 48th floor. No entry charge. Though Friday evening, it was quite empty. It's a hip-hop spot catering for a mainly black audience. Definitely not my place. Had a scotch-soda after which I left. Had a look at the Arab club / lounge / restaurant at the 49th floor Carte Blanche. The singer was mind-blowing hot. But such projects need a lot of time and patience, it's nothing for visitors. Entertaining night, however no catch.

Sunday. Booked a room at Grand Excelsior Deira anticipating a great night at Tehran Club on the 5th floor. Got there around midnight, paid 150 Dhs including one drink. Asked for a menu and the waiter stated that he would be the menu. I'the simply have to ask him whatever I desire and he would do his best to serve me. Any further drinks set me 50 Dhs each back. Nice show, beautiful Persian music, a mixed crowd composed of groups, couples, single men and hookers. You only need to communicate with your waiter and he'll arrange for you everything within the scope of possible. I've initially thought that when the assigned waiter would wave the available babe of my desire to my table she'the order expensive booze and the whole affair would end up in a ripp-off. That's not the case at Tehran Club as far as my experience goes. Quite a few of the women are indeed from Iran, however many are of Central Asian or Caucasian origin. Lots of make-up, wide basins, huge buttocks, thick legs, huge boobs, pumped up lips. Oh no, not my cup of tea. But suddenly there was that distinct lady sitting with other three babes at a table: natural beauty, 6 ft tall, big eyes with long eyebrow arches, no tattoos, no artificial enlargements, wearing a long red dress. Observed her for a while and then gave the waiter a sign to shift her to my table. Exchanged greetings, she sat down next to me and adopted a disinterested passive attitude watching and tipping uninterruptedly her mobile. Tried to conversate with her. Allegedly no English. She translated on her mobile from Persian into English and stated her name would be Bita and she'the be from Tehran (pics in the photo gallery). Invited her for a drink at which she stated that she wouldn't drink alcohol or smoke. She kept tipping on her mobile letting me assume that she was translating for me but she was communicating with a friend of her sitting at a table with another punter. The waiter came along and tried in vain to enhance the mood. Zero vibes. At that stage I should have let her pull away, but due to the fact that she was mind-blowing gorgeous and to the lack of other options I assumed all the risks and decided to play Vabanque. Bita showed me the display of her mobile: What you pay me?" I asked her to tip the rate. She opened at 2 k Dhs without stating time. It was around 2am and I countered 1k Dhs until 8am. She then tipped: 1 shot". Deal closed. Having a room booked on the premises we shifted down to the 2nd floor. Put off shoes and was opening the buttons of my shirt as suddenly the room phone rang: reception asked both of us to come down and do visitor registration. WTF? They had monitored us on video cameras when we moved from the club to the room. Methods of a totalitarian shithole banana republic. With this occasion I could see her passport was indeed Iranian. Now they asked me 200 Dhs visitor charges cash on the spot no putting on account, no credit card (a receipt of the visitor charges you can see on the hotel thread). Incredible blatant greediness of the Egyptian-Indian management of this brothel, oh sorry, hotel.

Back in the room she kept watching and tipping her mobile as she uttered the word money". Sure, at 8am, of course. No, now on the spot, she standing up and being ready for departure. All right, having had set everything on one card I handed her over 1k Dhs after which she diappeared in the bathroom. Ten minutes passed with no sound; I started worrying as I suddenly heard the water flowing. After about twenty minutes Bita came out totally naked with her bag in the hand and sat down in bed. The sight knocked me off: natural monumental magnificent beauty. Took a shower myself in no time and returned.

She was lying in bed wrapped up tightly in the blanket covering her up to the belly. She was pemanently typing on her mobile. Cuddled next to her kissig her arms and breasts. She fend off an attempt to kiss her on the mouth by turning her head away. Licked and sucked on these amazing breasts and nipples. Her hair smelled unwashed and her body odour felt like herbs, especially parsley. She didn't respond or move or say anything. She lay motionless, impsassive and unresponsive staring ahead and clinging a condom in her hand. At some point she uttered the word sex". I thought: all right, let's rock! Tried to remove the blaket from her to no avail, she kept it tightly. WTF? Mood was diminishing by the second. Pulled away my towel so she could see my throbbing boner. She rolled a condom on it and climbed me, her gorgeous boobs covering my face. Pumped her a few times after which my dick slipped out. Wanted to put it back in by hand. Oh, no! She moved away stating that I have to put on a new condom because I'the touched it with my hand. WTF? As I was on the edge to climax I pulled it off in order to change it and in that very moment I unloaded on the sheets with a completely ruined orgasm. At that she laughed defiantly and jumped into the bathroom for another 20 minutes. Came out fully dressed bidding her farewell. As I mentioned our deal up until 8 am she laughed defiantly again. At this stage I should have crushed her skull, however this would have put me into jail for long time. Kept my composure and let her go. Weirdly she asked for my mobile number. Was that appeasement tactics? Was she putting on a show? Was she scamming? Was she suffering from any mental disorders? Was she under drug influence? You see, too many question marks. The only certainty is that she became the holder of 1k Dhs. Total damage: 1.2 k Dhs split in 1k Dhs for a ruined orgasm and 200 Dhs for the hassle created by the reception with their visitor charges which they levied right away.

Yes I know, no vibes and money up front sounds like huge blunder. I assumed full risk by going Vabanque due to her natural beauty and lack of alternatives. I've always considered Persians a cultivated, sofisticated and above all, sensual people. Never ever would I have imagined to experience the worst encounter of my life with an absolutely stunning young Persian woman. What a pity! During the Dubai stopovers of the last almost ten years I simply had bad luck. RTFFing was highly informative, however in my case, misleading and disappointing. It didn't happen to me anywhere else in the world.

[Blood Red]

Put off shoes and was opening the buttons of my shirt as suddenly the room phone rang: reception asked both of us to come down and do visitor registration. WTF? They had monitored us on video cameras when we moved from the club to the room. Methods of a totalitarian shithole banana republic.

I've always considered Persians a cultivated, sofisticated and above all, sensual people. Never ever would I have imagined to experience the worst encounter of my life with an absolutely stunning young Persian woman. What a pity! During the Dubai stopovers of the last almost ten years I simply had bad luck. RTFFing was highly informative, however in my case, misleading and disappointing. It didn't happen to me anywhere else in the world.

You are required to register the guest at most hotels, it is for your own safety if you think about it, nothing totalitarian or banana republic about that. Imagine if she had stolen from you (can happen with hookers), then you'd be happy that you registered her and they have her passport details. The 200 AED is bullshit though, what cunts.

If you had read the forum carefully, you'd see the reports which have mentioned that Persians / Iranians for the most part give poor service and are risky, which is why I usually avoid them, even though I find them gorgeous in every way.

Good report.

[Horatio Kane]

Returning home from a South Asian decrepit failed state shithole via Dubai I've spent some days stop-over once again and was up to some mischief.

Yes I know, no vibes and money up front sounds like huge blunder. I assumed full risk by going Vabanque due to her natural beauty and lack of alternatives. I've always considered Persians a cultivated, sofisticated and above all, sensual people. Never ever would I have imagined to experience the worst encounter of my life with an absolutely stunning young Persian woman. What a pity! During the Dubai stopovers of the last almost ten years I simply had bad luck. RTFFing was highly informative, however in my case, misleading and disappointing. It didn't happen to me anywhere else in the world.

Thank you for sharing mate. Appreciate it did not go to plan, but only by sharing our good and bad experiences does this site offer the goldmine of information that it does. There is nothing worse than the small head thinking for the big head. And the crushing disappointment that follows of a failed / sub-optimal punt.

Chalk it down to experience mate. Plenty more fish in the sea!

[SethiatSpace]

I've always considered Persians a cultivated, sofisticated and above all, sensual people. Never ever would I have imagined to experience the worst encounter of my life with an absolutely stunning young Persian woman. What a pity! During the Dubai stopovers of the last almost ten years I simply had bad luck. RTFFing was highly informative, however in my case, misleading and disappointing. It didn't happen to me anywhere else in the world.

LOL. Persians are just random people live everyone else. I've been to Iran. The most miserable people I have seen in my life were in Tehran and then I moved to Shiraz and Isfahan and met some absolutely mind blowingly friendly iranians, some I kept contact with.

Anyway you've just proved once more that Iranian working girls are by far the shittiest scummiest working girls.

[Adimondo]

Returning home from a South Asian decrepit failed state shithole via Dubai I've spent some days stop-over once again and was up to some mischief.

Friday, Ayoush, SZR, 23.30. Overcrowded, pleasant Levantine atmosphere. Had a light dinner over which I could assess the scenery. It caters mostly for the Arab bunch, especially Saudis. Women tendentially corpulent and under a thick layer of make-up. They were dressed and behaved like Middle Easterners and although some were of Arab origin, the majoriy seemed to originate from ex-Soviet Central Asian republics. There was an active exchange of data in the rest room area. In the restaurant there were no chats between men and women, just eye-contacts. They gave me the impression of rough, vulgar and superficial hookers. No one could catch my fancy. However, the Syro-Lebanese delicacies were decent, staff was highly courteous and professional. Left after midnight without attending at the announced Egyptian chanteuse and her band that night, unfortunately.

Shifted to the Sky Lounge at Conrad Hotel, SZR, 00.30. I've learned that the entry is from behind the building, not from the hotel lobby. Up to the 48th floor. No entry charge. Though Friday evening, it was quite empty. It's a hip-hop spot catering for a mainly black audience. Definitely not my place. Had a scotch-soda after which I left. Had a look at the Arab club / lounge / restaurant at the 49th floor Carte Blanche. The singer was mind-blowing hot. But such projects need a lot of time and patience, it's nothing for visitors. Entertaining night, however no catch.

Sunday. Booked a room at Grand Excelsior Deira anticipating a great night at Tehran Club on the 5th floor. Got there around midnight, paid 150 Dhs including one drink. Asked for a menu and the waiter stated that he would be the menu. I'the simply have to ask him whatever I desire and he would do his best to serve me. Any further drinks set me 50 Dhs each back. Nice show, beautiful Persian music, a mixed crowd composed of groups, couples, single men and hookers. You only need to communicate with your waiter and he'll arrange for you everything within the scope of possible. I've initially thought that when the assigned waiter would wave the available babe of my desire to my table she'the order expensive booze and the whole affair would end up in a ripp-off. That's not the case at Tehran Club as far as my experience goes. Quite a few of the women are indeed from Iran, however many are of Central Asian or Caucasian origin. Lots of make-up, wide basins, huge buttocks, thick legs, huge boobs, pumped up lips. Oh no, not my cup of tea. But suddenly there was that distinct lady sitting with other three babes at a table: natural beauty, 6 ft tall, big eyes with long eyebrow arches, no tattoos, no artificial enlargements, wearing a long red dress. Observed her for a while and then gave the waiter a sign to shift her to my table. Exchanged greetings, she sat down next to me and adopted a disinterested passive attitude watching and tipping uninterruptedly her mobile. Tried to conversate with her. Allegedly no English. She translated on her mobile from Persian into English and stated her name would be Bita and she'the be from Tehran (pics in the photo gallery). Invited her for a drink at which she stated that she wouldn't drink alcohol or smoke. She kept tipping on her mobile letting me assume that she was translating for me but she was communicating with a friend of her sitting at a table with another punter. The waiter came along and tried in vain to enhance the mood. Zero vibes. At that stage I should have let her pull away, but due to the fact that she was mind-blowing gorgeous and to the lack of other options I assumed all the risks and decided to play Vabanque. Bita showed me the display of her mobile: What you pay me?" I asked her to tip the rate. She opened at 2 k Dhs without stating time. It was around 2am and I countered 1k Dhs until 8am. She then tipped: 1 shot". Deal closed. Having a room booked on the premises we shifted down to the 2nd floor. Put off shoes and was opening the buttons of my shirt as suddenly the room phone rang: reception asked both of us to come down and do visitor registration. WTF? They had monitored us on video cameras when we moved from the club to the room. Methods of a totalitarian shithole banana republic. With this occasion I could see her passport was indeed Iranian. Now they asked me 200 Dhs visitor charges cash on the spot no putting on account, no credit card (a receipt of the visitor charges you can see on the hotel thread). Incredible blatant greediness of the Egyptian-Indian management of this brothel, oh sorry, hotel.

Back in the room she kept watching and tipping her mobile as she uttered the word money". Sure, at 8am, of course. No, now on the spot, she standing up and being ready for departure. All right, having had set everything on one card I handed her over 1k Dhs after which she diappeared in the bathroom. Ten minutes passed with no sound; I started worrying as I suddenly heard the water flowing. After about twenty minutes Bita came out totally naked with her bag in the hand and sat down in bed. The sight knocked me off: natural monumental magnificent beauty. Took a shower myself in no time and returned.

She was lying in bed wrapped up tightly in the blanket covering her up to the belly. She was pemanently typing on her mobile. Cuddled next to her kissig her arms and breasts. She fend off an attempt to kiss her on the mouth by turning her head away. Licked and sucked on these amazing breasts and nipples. Her hair smelled unwashed and her body odour felt like herbs, especially parsley. She didn't respond or move or say anything. She lay motionless, impsassive and unresponsive staring ahead and clinging a condom in her hand. At some point she uttered the word sex". I thought: all right, let's rock! Tried to remove the blaket from her to no avail, she kept it tightly. WTF? Mood was diminishing by the second. Pulled away my towel so she could see my throbbing boner. She rolled a condom on it and climbed me, her gorgeous boobs covering my face. Pumped her a few times after which my dick slipped out. Wanted to put it back in by hand. Oh, no! She moved away stating that I have to put on a new condom because I'the touched it with my hand. WTF? As I was on the edge to climax I pulled it off in order to change it and in that very moment I unloaded on the sheets with a completely ruined orgasm. At that she laughed defiantly and jumped into the bathroom for another 20 minutes. Came out fully dressed bidding her farewell. As I mentioned our deal up until 8 am she laughed defiantly again. At this stage I should have crushed her skull, however this would have put me into jail for long time. Kept my composure and let her go. Weirdly she asked for my mobile number. Was that appeasement tactics? Was she putting on a show? Was she scamming? Was she suffering from any mental disorders? Was she under drug influence? You see, too many question marks. The only certainty is that she became the holder of 1k Dhs. Total damage: 1.2 k Dhs split in 1k Dhs for a ruined orgasm and 200 Dhs for the hassle created by the reception with their visitor charges which they levied right away.

Yes I know, no vibes and money up front sounds like huge blunder. I assumed full risk by going Vabanque due to her natural beauty and lack of alternatives. I've always considered Persians a cultivated, sofisticated and above all, sensual people. Never ever would I have imagined to experience the worst encounter of my life with an absolutely stunning young Persian woman. What a pity! During the Dubai stopovers of the last almost ten years I simply had bad luck. RTFFing was highly informative, however in my case, misleading and disappointing. It didn't happen to me anywhere else in the world.

[BobHowardUs]

Premier was very empty Sunday night. Dead.

Thank you, if green it's a great place to stay as next to Premier.

I hotel section someone mentioned it's red. I stayed there one night and it was ok (but thought I got lucky) and did not try after that.

Thank you.

[Zeyto]

Frij Al Murar is area between Naif Road and the road which comes out of Shindgha tunnel. There are many coffee shops in that area. You need to go and hang around in those coffee shops. I am sure there is something going on there.

I'm heading to Dubai next month and will definitely check it out. Seems a bit sketchy though while using google maps. Lots of coffee shops literally right next to each other and seems to be a women inside or near it while following the road on google maps. If anyone would like to tag a long the week after Eid, let me know.

[Joe Karnavic]

Where exactly is this. Can you specify the location or land marks please?

Frij Al Murar is area between Naif Road and the road which comes out of Shindgha tunnel. There are many coffee shops in that area. You need to go and hang around in those coffee shops. I am sure there is something going on there.

[WolfofDubai]

Where exactly is this. Can you specify the location or land marks please?

In Freej Al Murar the area behind the Khalid / Futtaim mosque. It's Ethiopians everywhere but the Moroccan Birds are at the coffe shops in the streets around FAAZ Supermarket in the inner area, google it.

[Virgin40]

Fellow Mongers.

Thanks I / A.

Where exactly is this. Can you specify the location or land marks please?

[WolfofDubai]

Fellow Mongers.

I've been to Freej Al Murar and am quite interested in these pretty Moroccan girls who sit outside these "coffee shops" inviting johns for a shisha or coffee.

Just like the Ethiopian ones, but I've got my eyes on a curvy Moroccan now.

Not all are stunners, but there are some 7/8's there.

I don't speak arabic, so I'll more likely be milked and left high and dry. But anyone has experience with them? Can we get FS? What's the method? Please share some wisdom.

Thanks I / A.