2005 Moscow Reports

[CA Traveler]

dıceman... Not that it really matters, but İ can personally attest to many of the reports that doc has posted!

Of course, İ must admit that it really pisses me off that this young stud seems to get almost anything he goes after... makes me want to puke!

Actually İ am expecting to see a XXX book out soon... Doc Skank Does the FSU... OR, How İ Managed to Nail Every Chick in Russia before İ Turned 40!

[Doctor_Skank]

109:

Loved your story... very David Lynch. You have to love Moscow... never ceases to surprise...

Diceman:

I do keep a journal for myself and occasionally post excerpts here, feeling that it does offer a look at Moscow or Kiev from a perspective other than the p4p game. I have always contended that the real beauty of EE is the mix between pro action, freebie action and the simple appreciation of the glorious Slavic female. Sure we abuse her sometimes, but we also appreciate her for her superiority and beauty. I figure I wont be able to keep doing the freebie thing forever, so while the going's good I am collecting girls, pictures, video and stories.

I don't live in Moscow or EE but am there 4-5 days a month. I've mentioned that a few times. Obviously I enjoy writing and enjoy life. I try to extract as much humor and experience from the things that happen to me as possible and if I have the time, put it on paper for my own purposes. After all the time and effort put into chasing women, I think it would be a shame if all the experiences I've had faded with time and ceased to exist. Some of it I post here if I feel it is appropriate. I know other guys are experiencing the same as me and there are guys out there doing even better on the freebie market than I am, although I doubt they relish it as much as I do though.

Am I playing it up? No... just paying attention to details.

Moreover, the more people post on this forum, the more insight we gain. I continue to learn from others, even including the newbies who bring in valuable information, sometimes even in form of a question not previously posed. So keep it coming.

[Big Bro AJ]

Japan,

If I were you I prefer Shandra. After 23:00, there are plenty of girls, looking for action. Each and every one of the girls are avaliable for private rooms.

It depends on your negotiation skills but they often ask $100-150 for 1 round sex plus $50 for the room(small ones).

Unfortunately very few of the girls really speak english, but they understand the comman language.

At the first time I felt like a 8 years old boy at the candy shop. Anything and everything is possible as long as you have enough cash. There are no limits.

Just one humble thought about DOc's advice,

I experienced incall girls in different occassions. The real problem is that you do not feel comfortable. As a foreigner you're always a target for crimes.

Most of the incall girls I met, were staying with other girls or in shit hole one room apartments. Girls are truely hot and sexy, but I felt weird about the place. Therefore instead of incall girls I reccomend you stick up with NF girls. They always know cheap, secure and clean hotels and apartments. They might be a little salty than the other pros. but they worth it.

Have fun,

AJ

[One O Nine]

holy mackarel. i can't possibly match ds's story in either style or substance, but here's a little cautionary tale of mine titled "magical midgets and crooked teeth".

i started the evening around 11 at the good old oh la la. i was on a mission to find a girl or two to take home. i'm personally getting tired of sex at strip club facilities, both because they're usually small and uncomfortable and because i don't like to be on the clock. the club was just the way i like it - quite a few cuties, very few clients. the talent was simply great across the board, i only really saw one girl below an 8. she by the way deserves a special mention and 109's wtf award of the week. i saw her a few times at other strip clubs - really tall blonde with a face even a mother couldn't love, weird tits, sweats profusely, and as soon as she comes up to you she begins to moan artificially and whisper in your ear "oh, my king, super king". seriously, wtf? super king? i can't even begin to understand that. she just says that crap non stop and is really hard to get rid of. if you see her, run.

anyway, the girls seemed even more willing than usual to hand out their phone numbers, and i walked away with more great options than i can possibly explore in the few days i have left in moscow. it took incredible amount of willpower to keep declining their offers for sex on the premises, and unfortunately my counteroffers to go to my place were all rejected. finally by around 12:30 i realized this was mission impossible and caught a cab to nightflight.


at nightflight, the first thing i saw walking in the door was a three-foot-tall wrinkled fella in a top hat doing magic tricks. the second thing i saw was the hostess with bunny ears and two giant incisors. apparently they had some sort of theme night. the place was packed, but unfortunately it looked like everyone got off the ugly bus. lately it seems to become harder and harder to find great looking girls at nf. anyway, somehow suddenly a whole bunch of people seemed to make the deal at about the same time, the place cleared up, and i was left in like a 4:1 girl to guy ratio. the little magician was walking around openly neglecting his duties and chatting up all the more attractive girls. he spent an eternity talking to the one girl i liked the most, apparently not planning to use her services and just cracking jokes and rattling his little box. i kind of lost track of them for a moment, and some other guy quickly intercepted the girl and whisked her off before i had a chance to say hello. i never in my life thought i'd be denied sex by a magical midget. damn you, you little bastard!

by around that time all the alcohol i've taken in at oh la la and nf finally caught up with me, and i found it difficult to peel off from the bar and walk in a straight line. it suddenly occurred to me that i had to bag me one of them asian womens and see if it's really sideways. the first asian girl i talked to said she was south korean / japanese, born in moscow. she was short, really pretty average looking, wore criminally excessive amounts of makeup and demanded 500 euros!!! then i talked to the only other asian girl in the place, also not particularly attractive and with crooked teeth. even if she had normal teeth she'd probably be about a 6, so really on any other night i wouldn't even look at her twice. however as i began to talk to her i really liked her attitude. she didn't have an ounce of your general nf cold professionalism and faked exquisiteness, and it just felt like chatting up some freebie in a night club. she asked for 300 and well, god damn it, i agreed. and she even tried to pay the cab fare!

when we got to my place she went straight to the bedroom, dimmed the lights and instantly lost her clothes. before i knew it she already had my cock in her mouth. i'm usually very careful and unlike many posters here don't feel comfortable with unprotected oral, but this time i was too drunk to protest. then without even me asking she shoved her pussy into my mouth, and yech, i got a horrible taste of something which i hope was soap. i didn't go for seconds and just let it float in front of my face. the blowjob i got was probably the worst all-teeth experience i've had since about 8th grade. a few moments later with the words 'ooh i want fuck' she attempted to mount me. still. without. a. condom. if i didn't have cat-like reflexes i probably would have ended up right in there. that creeped me out a little bit, but drunk and horny is not a very good combination for your brain so i put on a condom and we went on.

she had a really tight ass that obviously had not yet been visited by a dick. i almost broke off my finger in there. she didn't mind me fumbling around in it thoguh, and after a little while she guided me out of her pussy and started poking my dick around her ass. she obviously wasn't ready for this though, and despite about 20 minutes of my best attempts i just wasn't able to gain more than an inch. finally, she tried to yank the condom off and asked me to keep trying without it. that really weirded me out, i got a little scared for my life and lost any desire to come in contact with any part of her body. i sent her off, and without any protests she got dressed in a flash and disappeared. she had this really weird deer-in-headlights look as she was leaving, and then i had my first ever obsessive compulsive episode and spent like an hour and a half in the shower washing away any traces of her bodily fluids. i'm still really scared over this whole thing.

anyway, her name i don't remember as usual. she's kazakh, really skinny with long legs, small tits, about 5'7" i guess, long black hair in a bun, and like i said crooked teeth. it goes without saying that she should be avoided at all costs. a pro so willing to have unprotected sex is a fucking weapon of mass destruction.

[Oceanview]

well fellow mongers, i am happy to report a wonderful first time in moscow, due in most part, for the valuable information provided by my fellow hobbyists on this forum. i hope this report is of some value and the pictures (posted on the picture thread) provide some enjoyment to the experienced, and, the remaining moscow virgins out there.

before i arrived in moscow i posted a profile on the love.mail.ru site, and, sent a bunch of notes to women in the area. i had 5 women give me their phone numbers to call them when i arrived to set up a date. all seemed eager and ranged in age from 20 to 32. i could only focus on one, and decided to make a date with one i will call e, for sightseeing and dinner on saturday 21 may. seemed like a very sexy woman, educated and good english. pictures werent the hottest, but very sensual , but, ya know.. something about her attracted me. probably because she asked me to bring her an english book to read. she was 32 years old and had a killer body..more a little later on her.

i arrived at about 2200 on 20 may.. and after settling in to the hotel i called a number of the internet ladies i had singled out for "sampling". since it was late by the time i decided that a 'release' was in order, many of the women just couldnt speak english or were too tired to do an "outcall" -- or as they say in their ads "departure to the hotel" or something like that.

so i called kristina at escort-elite.ru and she sent over "sonya" . what a killer woman. tight, large breasted, gorgeous blonde showed up about about 0200 and stayed till about 0600. super gfe, cbj, daty - great personality and a pleasure to be with. actually wanted to marry this woman for the next 12 hours or so, but she had a girlfirend coming in the train station that morning. gave me her home number and asked if i would come over to have something to eat later that day with her and her friend from st. pete. i was really beginning to love moscow, but, i also was thinking, "where is my wingman with the car?" was $150 for the session and gave her 300 rubles for the cab. see pics on the pic thread. a dynamite woman. excellent english.

saturday - 21 may.. slept til noon as i was beat from sonya. called e and made a date to meet her at red square that afternoon. did the sightseeing thing, and had dinner. then she told me she was married and had to get home. not a problem for me and we made a date to see each other on sunday evening. i was having fun with her, but, didnt dive in to it as my hotel was out side of center city and a pain to get to from downtown.

went back to hotel and crashed. kristina called and said she had a special lady for me. i resisited but the little devil on my shoulder kept saying "go ahead, get laid". so i agreed. bottom line it was a young girl, blonde, but fat. i was very dissapointed but out of courtesy i didnt send her off. one shot and then told her i was tired. then complained the next day to krisitina. she promised to make amends.

sunday - met e again, dinner, drinks, groping, kissing, but she had to get home early. i figured i would see her one more time and do the deed.

tues night - called kristina - she sent over helena - another killer woman. what can i say. cbj, daty, gfe and sweet. i love these russian women!
see pics on the pic thread.

thursday night - made a date with e to come to my hotel. she lived on south side of city, and i was at the "art hotel" off lengradsky prospect almost on the other side of the city. she got cab for 300 rubles each way which was a bargain. we had dinner in the berrgarten, then went upstairs to have "dessert" she was a wild woman in bed. wanted me to [CodeWord123] her almost. i was floored. i really thought she was a little conservative, but, was i wrong. she wanted it and not just easy. she wanted to be taken. so this cowboy just went with the flow and we had a wonderful time, spent, to the limit in a couple hours. then off on her cab to hubby.

there is not question in my mind that if i was spending a much longer time in moscow, i would have followed up with the other four ladies who gave me their phone numbers. i think it takes a little effort, but, the result was very satifying for me. a little drama, intrigue, and "cat and mousish" to take the monotony of just having a woman come to your hotel, stipping, sucking you , and fucking you. this was a nice twist. and the russan woman are very passionate.

so in 7 nights, got laid 4 of them with a good variety of women. only dissapointed once. actually if i had the time and stamina, it would have been easy to do all 7 nights, but, i will leave that to some of the younger mongers out there. this is one satisfied man. thanks for all the great recommendations. and i love moscow.

i am off to montreal this weekend for the grand prix. will post a report on that board soon.

see the pic thread for some nice shots of sonia and helena.

ciao, ocean

[Diceman]

Just wondering Dr Skank,

Some of your stuff reads like out of a book man, whats the script? I've noticed some of the guys on the Kiev section and the Moscow section appear to hold you in high esteem, replies like "awesome Dr Skank" and other accolades, etc. I've read stories like yours verbatim, you are indeed an awesome storyteller, my apologies if I'm wrong, and we will never know, but are you not getting carried away with it all and playing up to your audience? Your mid thirties, young looking, got women coming out of your ears whats the script DR? Lets hear a bit about your private life. Are you living there in Russia? Whats your job etc? You sound like a playboy to me, come on let have a bit spice on you. I'm sure the guys will love it.

[Doctor_Skank]

portnoy:

actually i recall quite a few posts from guys who mentioned screwing a half dozen girls in 24 hours on the forum, although usually they were talking about pros. i was envious of their wild weekends.

the day i mentioned wasn’t the absolute best 24 i've ever had pleasure-wise, but it was one of the best 24s statistically, as 5 was probably the most freebies i've ever had in a 24 hour period and 4 first timers in 24 is my personal record. banging 3 or 4 regulars from the usual stock on a single day is fairly common, even though i don't get such a thrill out of it as i once did. concentrating on 1 or 2 for several hours each has been the most fun for me as of late... they get really experimental after the first hour or two and it is a shame to kick them out at that point when it starts get interesting. that is one reason i really like young, inexperienced girls... what they lack in acquired sexual skill they make up for in effort, natural talent and genuine experimental spirit... they seem to earnestly enjoy having an experienced "older" guy (i'm mid-thirties but younger looking) teach them some of the basics. all my girls get cif, cim, bondage, some slap around, anal (usually) and various other things in the course of our relationships. some of those relationships have been going on for a couple of years and others for only a few weeks…. or a few hours. another part that’s great about the young girls is that even though they may fall in love, at some point early in the game they realize that it isn’t a permanent thing and enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts. the mid-20s type looking to start a family are much more dangerous in this respect.

in that particular semi-conscious 24 hours i was still a bit screwed up in the head and acted as if on some sort of pheromonic autopilot. i was quite aggressive with the girls... invited the icq virgin in for tea and banged her within about an hour and a half... cant remember what i told the cf duo to get them to come home with me and the gfs i screwed later reported that i was even wilder on that occasion than my normal self. and they liked it. goes to show you how far a little properly applied aggression and a change of pace can go.

i think one of my personal best achievements was in kiev though, where i scored back to back freebie duos (ménage a trois) on consecutive nights. i admittedly made zero tactical errors in that glorious 48 hours.

that said, i do go home alone fairly often and although i do have periods where everything seems to work out, i also get unceremoniously rejected or waste my time on "sure things" that don’t pan out... tragic moments so deliciously pathetic they are almost beautiful in their reciprocal justice. i know that i am getting more than my share of poon, so a reality check now and then is actually good for me. helps me appreciate that which i do get. and again, despite some of the rhetoric and stories posted on wsg, it proves that there is nothing automatic about picking up women in candyland and nothing is sure until you've actually gotten your dick wet.

here is a journal entry from the personal files of a sure thing gone sour, i can’t remember if i posted it already. its from last winter. if previously posted, my apologies.

“moscow kicking my ass…”

there are days when moscow is your best friend. like a faithful lover, she welcomes you back again and again with warmth, passion and the hot heat of an unexpected encounter. you get that tingling feeling before you go out, the same feeling like when you’ve been working on a girl for a night.. or two… and are anticipating that first touch of hands, the first kiss, the first bit of tit, the first finger down-her-pants-under-her-thong-between-her-pussy-lips-into-the-wet-sopping-warm-moist-gash.

and then there are days when moscow kicks your ass and stands there laughing at you like a snotty third grader who just stole your lunch money or a particularly b$%&hy girlfriend…. and you stand there asking yourself “what the fuck just happened?”

the problem is, moscow can spoil you. you get used to scoring. take it for granted. and when you don’t, you get pissed off. feel inexplicably cheated.

back to moscow. kickin’ my ass.

a saturday or two ago. one girlfriend is sick, which doesn’t bother me much. i call up my perennial favorite and number 1 girl katya. she dutifully comes over… but even before she has come into my apartment i’m bored. she’s dyed her hair… red. it looks atrocious. she knows it. so we talk about her hair for 10 minutes. we talk some more and make out a bit. we fuck. decent , but certainly not my best performance. the whole time i’m thinking “another fucking redhead!” now even my brunettes have gone krasny. the color of the season. like orange in kiev.

what’s happened to katya? she used to be so lively and spirited and positively debauched… like when she gave me a handjob in stereo café with the old couple next to us watching and half of the waiting staff trying to sneak a peak. or when she and her girlfriend would maul me in the metro and say sexual things to me so that everybody could hear, moan loudly and grope me while laughing at the obviously disturbed babushki .

she used to hit all the top clubs and have the skinny on all the hot locales. she used to take weird club drugs i’ve never even heard of. now she’s stowed away all her elitny garb and replaced it with some neo-hippy crap and trainers. she doesn’t go to elite clubs anymore. only “ultra hip” laid back lounges and nameless clubs. nothing against that…but…

she despises zima, leto and osen for their pretentiousness. she stopped smoking. she’s thinking about studying. she’s playing piano again. what the fuck.

she’s still beautiful, no doubt, she’s hyper intelligent, she’s instinctively stylish… but the focus is gone. ok, she’s only 18 and has had three hair colors in the last three months. she’ll go through phases and unlike me, she’ll actually still develop and grow. like her breasts. she’ll be a b-cup soon. it pleases me when they wiggle, and they wiggle more each time i visit her.

i make an excuse and kick her out. she asks me to call her later that night. i lie and say i have business. fucking the regular…especially when she’s gone so regular… well that’s not the kind of mischief i’m looking for. that’s no “napalm in the morning smelling like victory”, that’s…surrender.

i get an sms from luda, an exotic dancer i have yet to fuck. the body says yes yes yes, but she’s too damn innocent and it scares me. she dances not for money or men or prestige.. but just because she likes to dance. she wants to get married and have kids. i’ve met her a few times and exchanged a few kisses and gropes, but i can’t motivate myself to really be aggressive with her. something tells me she is a disaster waiting to happen. something tells me that if i fuck her she’ll be calling her parents to arrange the ceremony before i’ve even washed my dick in the sink.

anyway she’s dancing at her friend’s wedding party tonight. i have nothing else to do and a bit of time to kill, so i show up just to test the waters and keep the pot simmering for a later day. i arrive and realize that i am underdressed… in club clothes. but at least i have nice shoes on. as i enter the banquet hall everybody is clapping and yelling and looking at a stage at the end of the banquet hall, where luda is wearing a yellow sequined belly dancer’s costume and gyrating wildly to some arabic music while smiling in her ridiculous naïve way. luda has big tits. big and bouncy. looks nice. some drunk guy is waving a table cloth around her in a provincial russian version of 1001 arabian nights. as her routine ends to rousing approval and a seemingly endless barrage of uncontrolled clapping and catcalls, the assembled male guests are drooling all over themselves and blatantly staring at luda’s scantily clad body and commenting on her impressive cleavage. in between “spasibos” and waves she suddenly sees me and runs over to me and gives me a bone-crushing hug and a long kiss. as my face presses into the soft warm nape of her neck. i can smell the sweet scent of her sweat mixed with her perfume. i somehow can’t help but think about her pussy at this moment… her labia all puffy and… never mind.

all the guys are staring at me, an obvious foreigner moving in on their territory. i’ve instantly made a lot of enemies. the room seems suddenly silent, even though it couldn’t be. if looks could kill, i’d had lost all nine lives in one shot. already i realize there is no way in hell that i am going to get her out of here in time to fuck her. the party is still raging and i have to leave the next day and she has to go home to mom and dad at about 2am. my window of opportunity…considering taxi travel times… was a matter of minutes rather than hours now. we disappear into a neighboring billiard room and make out a bit. regrettably there are some people playing pool there too…and observing us. making out and a brush of tit are all i am going to get. guys from the wedding party checking on us periodically. some drunk guy, her childhood friend, bursts in and lectures me about fidelity and good russian girls etc. obviously he loves her but can’t get any play so he is trying to intimidate me into not getting any either. well tonight, he is going to win.

after congratulating the couple and their parents, i blow that joint following a streetside hug and kiss and head to park avenue disco near taganskaya ploshad. i reviewed this place a while ago and didn’t like it. i probably just wasn’t drunk enough.

i wait about 20 minutes before they let me in… the line at the gate was ridiculously long. inside i am disappointed in the crap facilities and stupid catacomb like design, but impressed with the available dyev quality and suddenly i feel my mojo return. the only thing i really hate about pad is the fact that there are at least as many guys as girls. not to go down memory lane again, but as recent as three or four years ago you could go into any club and there’ be at least twice as many girls as guys. this is an increasingly rare phenomenon. adjust. deal with it. mutate and survive.

after a quick round to get my bearings and recon the talent, i chat up some girls. good flirting action. finally i spot a group of three together with one tight hardbody redhead (this was during my “red” phase) … sprayed on jeans with a perky full firm ass, and solid handful of tit on each side of her chest and a cute face… and the inevitably beautiful green eyes. i walk up to her and tell her that i want to meet her. she seems thrilled. we chat and drink and flirt for about 30 minute before she invites me back to her girlfriend’s house for drinks. her gf lives somewhere around shosse entusiastov. kind of far from the center, but i figure this is the green light i’ve been waiting for and we jet. at this point i am reasonably sure i am going to score, even though i realize there will be some logistical issues to work out once we arrive at the apartment. nothing i haven’t dealt with before. it’ll be another classic case of divide and conquer, isolating my prey. we catch a taxi… me, her and her she-bot dark-skinned girlfriend. her girfriend looks a bit caucasian… i.e. southern russian… i.e. chechen… i.e. militia bait. i should’ve known better. after about a 15 minute ride and less than 50m from our destination we get stopped by the militia, who had been following us for about half a mile in their dumpy little blue and white lada. i am sitting in the front and prepare for the routine, looking into the rear view mirror and watching the 4 policemen pile out of their clownishly undersized car like the keystone cops. just as american cops all seem to fit the stereotype of the slightly overweight, moustached. crewcutted doughnut abuser, russian cops also all look alike.. especially in winter, when their gray jackets and layered clothing make them look like a pillsbury doughboy on steroids… with attitude. the cops slowly stroll towards our car, two staying behind and two approaching us. the dark-skinned girl gets a bit hysterical and asks me “yest dokumenti?”. yest. but without registration… only my second day in country though, so i should be fine. she seems exceedingly nervous however.

the cop taps on my window. i slowly open the door and step out as he quickly gives the canned salute and nearly incomprehensibly mutters the dobry vecher speech they must have learned on day 2 of the academy, right before that 3 week course in advanced bribe extraction. sometimes i remain in the car, sometimes i step out. today i step out. we go through the routine. entry/departure card. visa. where am i staying? what am i doing? i manage to fend him off with ease. the chechen girl is more interesting to them.

problem with her passport. she doesn’t have one. we are going to the station.

wait a minute, we are going to the station???

before i could react, the original taxi driver has driven off into the dark and we have walked 50 m and are waiting outside the apartment complex where the chechen girls russian boyfriend lives. he comes out somewhat disgruntled and briefly talks to the cops. the chechen girl is sent back into the militia lada and driven to the station with the cops while we follow in the boyfriend’s black 3 series bmw, some trance-like electronic music playing softly while we drive through the quiet suburb without speaking to one another. we can all think of better things to do then go to the militia station at some ungodly early hour. i sit up front again. we stop at the station, which is really more of a shack with some writing on the side and some barbed wire around the top, which seems to be more of a decorative touch than to serve an actual purpose. it is snowing lightly. the disgruntled boyfriend goes inside, wearing just a t-shirt on this frosty winter night. i wait in the car with my date. the mood is obviously a bit gloomy. i check my watch, its getting late… or rather early. fuck. last chance to score is now.

i turn around and start talking to my date, asking her if we can go back to my apartment. its cold in the car and warm in my apartment. a pathetic attempt i know, but i could think of nothing else. its kind of hard to get flirty while your date’s girlfriend is getting grilled filling out a protocol in militia station 486. kind of a mojo killer. no, she must stay and wait for her friend. of course. i respect that. i start to touch and hold her hand, hoping to at least set her up for another date someday somewhere. she babbles something in return. i am not really listening. yet somehow in the midst of an otherwise purposelessly meandering conversation a word suddenly strikes out at me and stabs me like a dagger, that word that the male brain is keyed in to identify and pick out even in the most impossible conditions, like for example while combating the deafening ear-splitting bass in some slavic techno club… let alone sitting silently in an idling bmw in a quiet moscow suburb on an oddly beautiful winter night… she said ”droog”… the “b” word…boyfriend.

startled i look at her and mutter “boyfriend?” in poorly disguised inquisitive disgust. “what kind of boyfriend?”

that kind of boyfriend.

rather than being disappointed or even taken aback, i am ready to kill and struggle… really struggle… to maintain my composure.

all sorts of thoughts went through my head. rather than sitting uselessly alone in somebody else’s bmw, i should be groping some 19 year old dyev now, sticking my tongue in her pussy or her ass or at least down her throat. i should be pondering “to v or not to v” and not “how in the hell am i going to get home?”. i felt violated. cheated. as if this stupid c*nt had purposely kidnapped me from pad to protect her innocent dyev sisters from my sleazy assault. what in the hell did she think i wanted to do in her friends dingy brezhnev era apartment? have tea, look at photo albums and ponder the lost glory of the emasculated proletariat? i think not.

with a sigh and muttering something under my breath, which hung in front of me in the cooling air, i pondered my options. i only had one. i had to get out of there. quite unceremoniously i bid adieu to the girl, who now acted sheepish and insulted, most likely realizing her own error. i opened the car door and following a final “poka” walked towards a somewhat large looking street, strolling briskly past the militia station, which really was just a shack, even as a patrol car drove past me. it was snowing fairly heavily now and the streets were abandoned. almost no traffic. the only traffic next to a militia station is militia traffic. fantastic. i looked around, not really hoping to but somehow expecting to see a pack of ravenous wild dogs circling me with gnashing teeth or spot some rampaging skinheads heading my way in drunken bliss chanting slogans like “death to doc skank!” and drinking vodka-spiked klinskoe beer from the can. somehow i thought that might complete my otherwise “uneventful” evening. added some color to the otherwise drab landscape.

thankfully before the militia picked me up or dogs ate me, a driver stopped and took me to the center for a couple hundred rubles. he let me out at pushkin square, close to my apartment. i briefly considered making a last gasp effort to score at garazh but decided i wasn’t mentally capable of anything but sleep at this point. i went back to my apartment and sobbed myself to sleep.

ok, i didn’t sob, but i did genuinely feel like shit. and have since given up on redheads.

[Doctor_Skank]

Japan:

Sounds like you've got a very understanding wife... lucky guy!

As far as incall goes, other guys are more in tune with what you are looking for than me, but here's my two bits...

1. Do any of the advertised escorts have incalls?

Call them and ask. The English speaking ones will be happy to help you... as long as you pay their price.

2. If I go the route of picking up pros in bars and clubs, will they have a place nearby to go?

There are some cheap hotels that some girls now. Some where mentioned that were near CF. It was posted on a while back, but I've never actually done it myself.

3. After reading about all these great "apartment girls" on this site--is there any way a non-Russian speaking visitor like me could ever hook up with them?

Keep trying the apartment girls until you find an English speaking one -or- find an English speaking taxi driver to do it for you. He'll charge you $20-30 for the effort. A couple of good taxi drivers have been mentioned here. A forum search should find what you are looking for. Without Russian language it is really hard to find these places sometimes and they arent always in the true center.

4. How about strip clubs? Can I expect to get laid, with BBBJ, DATY, and deep kissing on the premises? For how much? What clubs would you recommend?

Shandra, Safari Lodge. Well-documented in the forum. DFK, BBBJ and DATY are as always a matter of negotiation and the girl, but are fairly common.

If money's not an obstacle, then I think Shandra or Safari would be great ways to get your holiday off on the right "foot". Lots of eye candy and you'll get your dick sucked by a Slavic superwoman and bang her in the position of your choice in a postcard finish. Will cost you a bit, but you'll never forget it either.

Hit the apartments later to tank up on those happy hormones.

[Japan]

OK--here I am: A mid-fifties, highly educated, experienced American hobbyist(Caucasian, despite the handle) visiting Moscow for the 1st time in July. I speak no Russian, but after a couple of days practice I find I can (slowly) read the Cyrillic--of course I've no idea what I'm reading!

I will be traveling with my wife, who knows I hobby and doesn't mind but doesn't partcipate. We have an agreement--I do not bring them home, nor to our hotel room when traveling. So, I'm basically interested in some 1-2 hour experiences at an "incall". Here are my questions:

1. Do any of the advertised escorts have incalls, and work as the US--that is, would I need a cell phone in Russia to contact them, as in the US "two-call system"? If so, that would clearly not work for me as I will be in Russia only 1 week and would not want the hassle of getting a cell phone there. How could I get around this problem?

2. If I go the route of picking up pros in bars and clubs, will they have a place nearby to go? (In Japan and Hong Kong, for example, there are a prodigious number of low priced "Love Hotels" or other reasonable venues that the girls all know where to find. Is this also true in Russia?)

3. After reading about all these great "apartment girls" on this site--is there any way a non-Russian speaking visitor like me could ever hook up with them?

4. How about strip clubs? Can I expect to get laid, with BBBJ, DATY, and deep kissing on the premises? For how much? What clubs would you recommend?

I have read a lot of helpful posts on this thread already--but any additional advice you guys could give me would be really appreciated! In particular, I'd like to get the best GFE bang for my rubles, in a situation where bringing them back to my hotel is not an option (as I suspect is true for many dudes out there who are traveling with wives or girlfriends). Thanks!

[Guido88]

Doc,

I admire your form of rebellion; after your drug assault you came back on a full-scale attack. Starting the next evening after the night you were drugged; you pulled a duo for free out of CF, a virgin off ICQ and did two girl friends all in 24 hours. Incredible comeback.

We should all be so lucky to reach or even be capable of that level of abnormality. Is that a “normal” 24-hour period? Or the best 24 hours you have had.

Enviously,

Portnoy

[Guido88]

One O Nine,

Sorry to hear about your experience. I do not know what the drug used was but you can flush it out of your body. There is an American clinic located a few blocks from the stadium in Moscow. $75.00 you get a Russian doctor that speaks English who should be able to help. Address: Prospekt Mira, 26/6 (Grokholsky lane, 1)
Metro: Prospekt Mira Tel: 933-7700

As I remember you can take charcoal tablets that will absorb all drugs good and bad in your system. Use these with all the water you drink and you should be drug free in a couple of hours. If you do not want to do the doctor option maybe a pharmacist can help.

After Doc’s experience, the bottle stays in my hand, I watch the bartender as I am ordering from the bar and the bottle goes in my pocket when I hit the bathroom.

Hope you get to feeling better.

Portnoy

[Philly D]

Cost is one beer!

Seriously, If anybody is in Moscow this week (flying home June 13), PM me. This is my first time in Moscow and today took my first metro ride. Heading to NF later tonight to see what all the fuss is about.

[One O Nine]

Strav,

Yeah, I thought about that too. It is a possibility as well. Then it's unlikely it has anything with those two girls, since I got my second beer long before I came up to them. However, the very first beer I got there, like I said I got it standing next to that hag who tried to pick my pockets. Maybe she was in collusion with a bartender, and the roofie was in that beer because he saw us talking (she tried to struck up a conversation with me as soon as I walked by)

Anyway, I wouldn't go as far as completely avoiding CF. This Friday night it was just packed with cuties. I'd even say it was the best selection I've seen in over a year. I'd certainly go there again, just be more careful.

[Astor]

Most likely you were druged by "klofelin". I dont know exact medical term, but every militia man and doctor know this. It happens all over former USSR, it is a drug of choice for girls who rob locals and foreigners. Watch out next time!

[Stravinsky]

1o9,

One other possibility is that the drug was put in your beer bottle before it was served to you. By someone who is an employee of CF, like a bartender. Perhaps even in collusion with the girls.

You and Doc are not newbies to Moscow. If they can get one by you guys, then anyone is vulnerable. Sounds like maybe CF is a good place to stay away from. Lord knows, it's not the only night club in Moscow.

Stravinsky