Kyiv

[Bez Bezarra]

Sorry but I had a Russian Girl in Moscow

a teen Hegre MET ART sex toy

Irina sucks not so much...

I only say that because anyone can WRITE about fucking
teen lingerie fotomodels, but can't anybody do more than
just write about it?

Juliya
BEZ ART fotomodel

[It Travel]

So, like, can I have a dollar?

Sorry Bez but I did not feel I've written this, it's not my style.ù

What I made ias an agreementt with a Russian Girl (! in Moscow, other prices) for a long weekend Fri-Mon (three days, three nights).. 19teen like Hegre or MET ART pics, loving latex and toys, but no anal (I'll try in any cas with extra bucks). 1000 USD is not so much...

IT

[Bez Bezarra]

I today made agreement for my trip with a girl,
seemingly not a beauty but she loves black bone
for a weekend at a bargain of 1000 US and no disco

I was happy as usual,
ask me for 1 USD

IT

So, like, can I have a dollar?

[Gentleman Travel]

Part 3: TGFB – Thank God For Blondes!

Friday is slated for Amateur Night, so I head to TGIF also on Pushkin Square. I had avoided TGIF because I did want to eat there, I prefer something more authentic, but I felt what I need now was someplace where locals came to meet expats, and this proved to be the right place! As soon as I stepped in the foyer I exchanged glances with a hot-looking girl and, if I had an ounce of brains or courage I would have grabbed her and let her have her way with my ATM machine and I might have had some success. But I hesitated and let the opportunity slip away.

Instead I headed upstairs and made the mistake of letting them seat me at a table for dinner. Sitting in the dining leaves you very little room to manoeuvre, unless you are very lucky in being seated next to some good prospects. I wasn’t, and the only unaccompanied prospect in view was eventually joined by a friend. So I waste too long getting fed, then head for the bar. There things are better, lots of women around and opportunities to cruise.

In no time I am approached by a pro who wants to know if I want to have a fun evening for $200. This is game day, my chance to try my hand at real mongering for real girls, so I demur. She starts bidding down, I think she gets down to $120, but I tell her I am not interested – she has nice manner, but is no beauty and I don’t think I would do her for free. But I buy her and her friend a drink just to be sociable and they suggest a two-girl special, which is not a very attractive proposition since the friend is even less appealing than the first one.

In the course of the drink buying, I chat briefly with a really cute young girl at the bar who invites me (on the basis of two minutes acquaintance) to join her and her friends (a mixed group) at a party they are all heading off to. This is a mind-boggling concept – imagine that happening to a middle-aged guy in America – but I decline. It is a bit too risky and I have no idea how about the male-female ratio or age spread. Still, it was nice to be asked. I buy off the mediocre hookers with drinks and go find a corner to scout from.

There are two stunning blondes seated close to me, but they are already being worked on by a gorilla-like Russian, so no real opportunity there – although they look like a lot of fun. I waste a bit of time looking around and checking out phone for messages from other date prospects, when the gorilla skulks away, leaving the bevy of blondes unguarded!

Uncharacteristically, I strike while the girls are hot and go over and ask, “est que il vous parlez français?” hoping like hell they don’t, since I have just exhausted my entire French vocabulary. Apparently they don’t speak French, so we agree on English as our lingua franca. These girls are tall, gorgeous, blondes, with beautiful faces and lovely smiles, both around 21 or 22, and they are solid 8s, maybe even better. Nadia, the sweet one, speaks some English and Ann, the sexier one, very little. Initially they refuse my offer of drinks, claiming to be shy, but I persist and succeed. B52s it is, which is a fun drink for them, then later Sex on the Beach, which sounds promising even if it is November.

At one point as I am chatting these girls up, some guy brushes by me and wishes me luck! If that was anyone from this group, thank you for your good wishes!

I ask them what happened to Igor and they say he joined them for a drink or two then left, stiffing them for his drinks! They explain this happens with Russian men all the time! I explain that no western guy would ever permit them to pay for any drinks at all. We drink and chat and flirt for a while (okay, I flirt, they smile demurely) then I ask them if they would like to go to a nightclub. I have been dying to go to Dyagilev and suggested that. They were interested, but did not feel they could get past face control. And they were probably right, I mean they were both good-looking, but only sexy Ann was dressed for partying and not even very slutty at that, whereas sweet Nadia was only dressed for bar-hopping in painted-on jeans.

So I counter-proposed Alex Alco-Hall, supposed a hot new place on Pushkin Square, highly rated in Exile, and unreported here on ISG. It was only a short distance away, so we walked over, but they were discouraged by the small crowd milling about outside. I grabbed their arms, marched them up to the front of the line and we cleared face control with the clever ploy of agreeing to pay the 400RUR (each) cover charge. I think they were very pleased with this VIP treatment and, of course, I was swanning into this swank nightclub with two gorgeous, statuesque blondes on my arms. As we say in my country, in moments of great ecstasy, it was not an entirely unpleasant experience!

I wish I could tell you more about Alex Alco-Hall. It was a cool place with smoke swirling around the dance floor and lots of cute young things writhing about, but in truth I did not look around much. The old adage about “two birds in the hand are worth an infinite number on the dance floor” seemed a wise one to heed, so I gave them my undivided attention. We drank and danced a bit, mostly I let them dance and admired the show. At a glance I think I had to two best looking girls in the place, but as I say I did not do an extensive survey. However, it looked like most of the girls there were quite young, and considering my girls were about 22, that is saying something. The blondes confirmed this, saying they thought lots of the girls were 16-18!

We had some fun and some more drinks, but I drew the line at champagne, which would have been ruinous, just as they drew the line at my hands wandering too far afield. To cut to chase – I did not score with these girls – to score a double-header home-run on my first “at bat” was too much to hope for! But there were moments when I thought I might, and I may still. And even just to be playing the game with these girls was heavenly!! It certainly gave me hope and confidence for future innings!

However, I think someone with more Russian or better game might well have succeeded where I did not. So I understand and believe many of the legendary exploits we see recorded in these annals.

So my blonde beauties wanted to call in a night, but not with me, and we parted company, but not before they agreed to act as my tour guides to Moscow the following day. I had made sure I got their numbers and tested them before I took them to the nightclub. I felt really good about this experience – even without sex. It was certainly much more fun than a strip club. These girls seemed genuinely nice and friendly and I did not feel that I was being gamed by them at all. Of course I bought them drinks and cover charges, but that is trivial, and it was a pleasure to be with them. They seemed happy enough to be in the company of someone who appreciated them and treated them decently.

One final point here, Alex Alco-Hall (Strasnoy Boul 8) is in the same complex as (and allegedly connected to) Babylone, a very hot new strip club. I tried it several nights and never found it open, so I cannot confirm that, but I hope some one else has better luck and sends in a report.

The next day was my last and only day to play tourist, and last chance to score with the blondes. After postponing our rendezvous twice, because they slept in, Nadia and Ann do show up to show me their city. Actually, they were hopelessly incompetent tour guides and as a result I really missed my chance to see much of Moscow, but I figured I was seeing the most beautiful sights in Moscow as it was, so I did not worry about it. They had other attributes. But much to my disappointment they had other plans for the evening – Nadia had a date with her boyfriend, not an unreasonable thing on a Saturday night, and without her, I could not really communicate with Ann. I wasn’t even able to buy them dinner or take them shopping, which I was fully prepared to do. I gave them a little money for spending so much time with me, which they refused the first few times, but eventually relented. I think it is important that they learn that flirting with western men has its rewards!

One of the many things I liked about these girls is that they seem really typical Moscow girls, hard up for money and the nice things in life – whereas some of the other girls I met have had lots of foreign travel and are not really as needy as I need them to be. So I am hoping that is an angle I can work with the blondes on a return trip – nice dinners, some shopping, maybe a romantic trip – these could get me home with these girls, if someone else does not spoil them first.

So with my evening suddenly free I headed back to TGIF, hoping to repeat my success of the previous night. It was not to be, but I did have great time and met some nice girls, including one potential ski bunny (a 20 year old beauty with a 2 year old at home – I am betting she does not have the life-style she hoped for, and might welcome an occasional treat). I found it surprisingly easy to meet people at TGIF, mostly they initiated conversations and I only got rebuffed once. I would certainly go there again, even if just for human contact. It is also a great place to try to get something going early in the evening – I would start before 8:00 pm in the future – when most other venues are not yet open or happening.

I tried a couple of other bars but could not really go back into Divas after my unhappy experience there and Babylone was still closed! I had to head home to pack and get ready for my 4:30 am airport transfer while ordering in from one of the English language escort services listed in the Moscow Times. They sounded cheap, I think it was $100 for one hour, which is all the time I had, but then it was another $50 for BBBJ!

After trying a few, and discovering they were all the same (except for the one who turned out to be our very own Helena – sorry Helena, but I know you do not do BBBJ), in some cases literally the same place, I ordered in one girl, sight unseen (not on their web-site) who was to be there in 20 minutes. 45 minutes later I get a call saying the girl is there, but cannot find the apartment, oh, and by the way, she doesn’t have correct change for the cab. So I give more directions and go down to the street. Back up and down again, and eventually the girl and taxi show up. By now I am running out of time, the girl does not speak any English, still has a problem with the taxi money and I don’t like the looks of her. So I send her away and call the service and tell them why.

With less than an hour in hand, I decide to head into Night Flight for a last look around. I don’t really expect to do anything, because I am down to my last 5000 RUR (which I had budgeted for the escort girl), but I figure it is worth the price of admission (750 RUR – including one drink) just to window shop! So I blow into Night Flight sometime after 3:30 am and ask if the cover charge is still in place. The girl tells me yes, but the big bald guy who is in charge, and recognizes me from Tuesday, says it’s a slow night and I can just go in and look around and if I want to stay, pay the cover.

Inside it is completely dead! There are maybe 4 or 5 girls, and only two of them free, one of them with a fabulous rack on display. So it is not going to be a lot of fun window shopping, unless I just want to buy these girls drinks in this pathetic Saturday night morgue. Instead I switch tactics and explain I have less than an hour, a place two minutes away and 5000 roubles. They laugh at my offer and explain that it is 8000 roubles minimum. So there are limits to price elasticity at Night Flight, even at 4:00 am on slow night! I did not really expect anything different, but figured it was worth a try and it does no harm to the system to try to drive down the prices and be prepared to walk.

I go out and thank Baldy for letting me in. He explains it is the slowest Saturday night he has ever seen. I go back and finish my beer and my airport transfer comes at 4:30 sharp. In truth I did not really have time to bring a girl home. Could I have gotten serviced on site at Night Flight? I should have asked.

So, in summary, I had a lot of fun, but not as much sex as I had expected. I mean, a two-city tour and screwing only two different girls does not make for an unqualified success. But I had fun, made progress and learned a lot of things. I am optimistic I will do better next time, especially given the leads I have developed, which I will cultivate in the meantime.

A couple of lessons or observations:

The apartment thing works, but I would certainly upgrade a lot next time. I don’t think the blondes would have been overwhelmed by my digs, no matter how conveniently located. And overwhelming them is what I was after!

Airport transfers – arrange that through your apartment agency if you can, so that they can coordinate keys and documents and all your problems are in one basket. If there is a problem with the apartment, you are not left out on the street corner trying to find a taxi to take you to some alternative address.

It is difficult to over-estimate the burn rate of the cash you go through! I had more intimate relations with ATM machines than with dyevs!

It is very difficult for newbies to get around or find things. I had notes of a bunch of different clubs or bars from ISG, but did not have addresses for them all – I thought that I would just see these places as I walked around Pushkin Square! No way, I needed detailed addresses, and even then it usually took me several tries to find a place. It helped once I picked up Exile at TGIF, but even that was after a few days trying to find a copy of Exile!! Grab the business cards or menus or whatever of places you want to return to, to show to taxi drivers. If in an apartment, find a landmark nearby and get a card for it – that is your “hotel card” to get you home at night.

Keep your papers and consulate information on you at all times! I know there has been a discussion here about whether you need originals or copies and whether you really need to register your immigration card – my advice is do it by the book! I got stopped twice, once in the taxi and once on the Metro with the blondes (they explained that police often stop pretty girls, especially if with a foreigner). I am glad I had my papers in order.

Do full cost accounting when making economic choices. When ordering in, make sure you factor in full services and taxi money. When trying for in-house services at a strip club remember the cover charges and all the drinks and other dancers before you end up in a private room with the woman of your dreams. When trying for freebies remember the drinks and dinners and shopping that all add up. And remember the security fees at hotels if you are bringing in girls, versus free passage at apartments.

Boyfriends are not real obstacles unless they are standing right in front of you, and maybe not even then. A number of these girls had boyfriends, but did not take them too seriously (I guess it is mutual). And what I thought were couples in a bar sometimes seemed much looser arrangements (I thought the girl who invited me to the party was with her boyfriend, but then I think she left without him). Russian guys in the bars did not seem like real competition, in fact they did not seem too interested in the girls – go figure!

Always lie about being married (if you are), even with pros! I regretted telling Alina I was married, even though this was straight P4P. She is hoping (I am sure they all are) that some day one of her clients will “take her away from all this”. We all need our fantasies, and it might lead to that extra touch of GFE!

THE END

Gentleman Traveller

[Gentleman Travel]

part two: drunken dyevs in the hungry duck

[this is no longer about kyiv, but all part of the same story, so i hope you don't mind it appearing here]

for the moscow portion of my trip i tried to find another girl like valeria, my kyiv cutie, who would be both my interpreter and girlfriend, but to no avail. a couple of nibbles but no bites.

i also tried targeting girls who lived outside of moscow, with intent to lure them into the big city. this might seem like “bringing coal to newcastle” but my theory was that the market in moscow was over-developed and country girls might be more enticed by the opportunity to meet a western guy, or make some money, or at least get a big-city adventure out of the deal. plus, once they are in town, they have to stay with you! nice theory, but again no results. i had several responses, but one by one they mostly turned out to be scammers. once it was clear i was not sending any money in advance, only cod, they tended to fade away.

so i arrived in moscow with no firm arrangements in place, just a couple of proposed dinner dates. this was fine with me, because my kyiv visit was confined to one girl, and i was happy to have more freedom on this second leg.

i used www.expresstorussia.com to book an apartment, get my letter of invitation and airport transfers. aside from some communications problems this seems to be a good outfit. although there were some nervous moments, everything happened as promised. i booked into an apartment off pushkin square, which proved to be a really good move. the apartment itself was so-so ($150), but a great location about a 2 minute walk from night flight! i think they have much better apartments in the same area, but these were not available the nights i was there.

i arrived on halloween, so i was hopeful there would be some action in the city, despite it being a tuesday night. having noted the dearth of reports about the hungry duck, i decided to take one for the team and visit that venerable establishment, because i heard the tuesday nights they let the dyevs in for two hours of free drinks before unleashing the men on them. so i rolled into the duck at about midnight. i don’t know if they had done the “drinks for dyevs” thing or not, but it was pretty quiet when i got there. i was vastly over-dressed and felt quite out of place. a few dozen people rep001tered around, most of them women, but not much action. there were a couple of good looking girls, but the others were pretty pathetic. still, several were up on the bar dancing, trying to work themselves up to a state of excitement and it looked like if i stayed long enough eventually some of them would do something exciting. i was approached by one girl who clearly wanted to party, but i did not travel 5000 miles to party with ugly girls. then her friend came over, who was a slightly better looking blonde and at least spoke a few words of english, and she wanted to dance and drink also. i suppose i should have bought them drinks and seen what depraved things they would do, but i was afraid the ugly one might take off her clothes and i did not want to start my moscow sojourn on a low note. so after brushing them off, i hung around for a while, then headed for the street, only to be assaulted by the same two girls outside – my last chance for ugly, drunken dyevs from the hungry duck! i passed.

i went back to the apartment and tried some phone numbers from red club ads, but with no success. many of the numbers did not work and the ones where i did get through spoke no english. this was a pity, because a number of these girls looked great and were quite cheap, even for a night, but i guess you have to speak russian to take advantage of that.

so that left me with one realistic option – night flight. i had had supper there, which is a surprising nice restaurant, and had bagged a couple of their business cards which proved very helpful since i could use them like “hotel cards” to give to taxi drivers to get me home. i probably had to pay a bit extra in fares, since they would have assumed i was out on a spree, but it was worth it just to be able to get back home easily. of course at suppertime things had not started to hum downstairs, although i did notice one woman dining alone who i figured was hoping to catch an early worm. but coming back at 2:30 am it was a different story!

if you have never walked the gauntlet on a good night at night flight, then you have never lived! you walk along this long narrow strip beside the bar, lined with gorgeous women on both sides, all eyeing you, and checking you out. there were at least 50 babes in this place, probably more like 100 when you got further inside, and maybe 20 guys, tops. most of the women were pretty good looking, a number of 10s but lots of 8s & 9s. i did not know where to start.

well, the first one i talked to started at $500. i laughed and told her i wasn’t in that market and refused to negotiate – even if i were to get her down to an affordable level, i figured she would not give good service to a discount customer. this scene played out a couple of more times until i retreated upstairs to watch the candy store from above. a really good looking girl with great breasts came over and started flirting, so i bought her a drink. after some preliminaries, she suggested that i could find happiness for $300. i got her down to $200 eventually and we were just getting ready to go when i remembered to specify bbbj. she refused, said she never did it without protection. okay, goodbye. same thing with the next girl, same opening bid, same closing offer, same obstacle. so the prices seemed reasonably negotiable, but the conditions of work were not.

eventually i hooked up with a really cute blonde and her friend. both were nice and friendly and relaxed – i guess they had given up on finding a client that night. the brunette was very appealing in a girl-next-door kind of way, but after valeria tiny tits in kyiv, a busty blonde was what i was looking for. they started proposing a two-girl special, but instead i got the blonde to agree to $200 for a few hours, including bbbj. leaving night flight at 3:30 in the morning with a hot blonde on a cold night, you really appreciate the two minute walk back to the apartment!

alina was really a nice girl. we drank some champagne, talked, kissed and generally made out in an unhurried way. she did the gfe thing very well. i would say she was an 8, with a nice face, beautiful hair and a great body. her breasts were not huge, but very nice and tasty. she was an enthusiastic lover, doing cowgirl and reverse then finishing me off with a fabulous ball-sucking, deep-throated blow-job complete with swallow, a smile, and a pleasant remark about having just had an early breakfast! this may be an every day event for some of you guys, but it was the best blow-job i ever had!

i wanted her to stay the rest of the night, which was not much, but when she learned what time i had to get up, she refused, and “all night” had not been explicitly our deal. i had failed to adjust the time from kyiv, so i only had about 3 hours before i needed to be at my meetings!

i staggered through that day and resolved that i would have to be a good boy that night, because i simply could not do so many nights without sleep. and the next night i had a date with an internet girl who sounded very promising. so that night i just went to divas, a strip club on pushkin square (cover charge 700 rur!). i figured i would see some pretty girls and maybe get an in-house quickie, then head for home.

it was okay, not too busy on a wednesday night, and there were only one or two other men in the place. the girls were pretty good and i was still trying to figure out how everything worked when the girl on stage finished her act and came down and started dancing at my table. i did not worry too much about it at first, since i had not invited her or agreed to anything, but eventually i asked her why she was dancing for me and she got all upset and called over an english speaking dancer.

it turns out i should have waved the girl away at the outset, otherwise she assumes i do want her. i refused to pay anything, because i don’t like having these things forced on me and i figured it was a chiselling game. after the girl left, i discovered that she only expected 100 rur for a casual dance like this, so i apologized and paid up. i thought they were trying to stick me for a 1600 rur table dance i hadn’t asked for. and it was a pity that things got started this way, because this was one of the best looking girls as i soon discovered.

but now i had the english-speaking girl attached to me like a leech and she did not appeal to me at all. i had bought her a drink because she sorted out the problem with the first girl but now i could not get rid of her. i just wanted to check out the girls and figure out the system – at least she could help with that, although i still do not really understand the niceties. the difference between a private dance and a lap dance was unclear to me, and just what level of service you got for 3600 rur versus 6000 rur.

eventually i got a nice second-best girl over and bought her a drink to drive away the english-speaking girl. this one spoke passable english as well, so i was in luck. after a bit of flirting and groping i asked her for a lap dance, but then it was her turn on stage. but after she came off she went straight over to another guy – i think the only other guy, at this stage!

fortunately, the new girl on stage is pretty good, so i watch her for a while then motioned her over when her turn is over. she was the best, most creative dancer of the crew, so i figure that is worth something and tell her i want a lap dance. i actually pay her the 1600 rur, tucking it in her bra, when she says she will do her dance in 5 minutes and gets up to go away – over to talk to the other guy! well, this makes me furious, and i go and get her and ask why she is not dancing for me. she says, “5 minutes” and i say no and demand my money back.

she calls over a waitress with passable english and i explain i want my money back. the dancer takes some money from her bra, but it is not 1600 rur, more like 600. i don’t get angry very often, and i was not really drunk, but i was ready to get mad at this treatment. so i kept demanding my 1600 back and she kept on insisting that was all i had given her and that i had put the 1000 back in my wallet when we had negotiated about the lap dance. now i was on uncertain ground. i certainly had a few thousand-rouble notes in my wallet and it was possible that i had given her just the 600, which she interpreted as my payment of the little post-performance dance she had done for me. but i did not think so, it seemed at least as likely that she had done some sleight of hand with the bills when she turned away – i have seen this sort of thing before, in a different setting.

but all i could do was demand the 600 back at least and get out of there. i was certainly not going to get a good dance there now, nor enjoy it if i did. i may have falsely accused the girl, which would be unfortunate, because she was a really good dancer, but i did not like the way i had been treated. i wanted these girls to sit around and flirt before and after their dances, not treat me like a timed event. anyway, i got out of there alive and vowed not to go back! and so to bed…alone.

thursday night was my date with natasha from the internet – i think elena’s models, the same site as valeria. although it is a bride site i had made it clear that i was looking for a girlfriend, not a bride, although i was not quite as forthcoming about my actual marital status. not knowing much about the neighbourhood, i had suggested that we could dine at café pushkin – an offer natasha leapt at! only on arrival did i discover how expensive this could be, but it was too late to back down – plus i thought if she perceived this as a real treat she would be more inclined to show up and motivated to please.

just a quick tip on café pushkin – order wine by the glass if you are on a budget, it is easy to pick inexpensive wines that way, whereas you have to be really selective if you are ordering from the wine list and wish to avoid bankruptcy!

again, a great theory not supported by empirical evidence. in fact, natasha calls up as i am sitting in the bar – she is sick, has a fever, and regrets she cannot join me. i am still uncertain whether she really was sick or just got a better offer, but we have since exchanged more messages and i will try her again next time.

just the same, i am all dressed up with no where to go. well, there is always somewhere to go. it is thursday night, which i heard was a good night at the real mccoy, so i find a taxi to take me there. despite having the address clearly written out, with metro reference, the driver doesn’t really know how to get there and we drive around a fair bit until we get pulled over by the police! the next half hour is spent with him engaged in earnest discussion with various members of the gendarmerie, getting in and out of their car, and shouting into his cell phone, while i sit stewing in the back seat of the taxi, hoping they police don’t turn their attention on me. i have my passport and immigration card registered and all that stuff, but i don’t speak a word of russian, and none of these guys are going to speak english.

foolishly, i don’t even have our consular number with me and all my embassy contacts were heading out of town that afternoon. happily, the situation resolves itself, the driver returns (furious) and the police don’t hassle me. we head off again and eventually find the real mccoy. i give the driver 100 rur extra for the hassle, which probably did not come near to covering whatever it cost him, but then it was not my fault and he has wasted a big chunk of my evening.

the real mccoy is hopping – it is just packed. and i would guess this is all normal folks, there are not many real stunners there and no obvious pros. but two problems. first, the dress code for café pushkin is not the same as at mccoy, so once again i am vastly over-dressed and out of place. second, with the live music and crowd it is pretty noisy and i don’t see how i am going to engage in sparkling conversation with the locals. this really isn’t my scene – although i can see how it would work for some, and maybe for me on a different night – so i head off again, not even having had a drink! the old adage about not being able to get laid in a *****house is starting to ring in my ears…

moving to plan c, i call up lovely alina, hoping she is not already installed at night flight (i figure my negotiating power is better if she has not already paid her 750 rur cover charge). i need not have worried, it is only 11:00 pm and she is just getting ready. so we agree to meet at the café next to nf at midnight. i figure even if this a bit of a defeat, having to fall back on a proven pro, this is the best way to recover something out of this disastrous evening.

it was a far, far better thing to do, than anything else i might have done. when alina comes into the café i realize that i have been discounting her beauty in my mind. maybe she did not look so great at 5:00 am with semen dripping from her lips (although such an image does have a certain innate charm) but tonight she looks fabulous! beautiful blonde hair, nicely made up, wearing very elegant yet sexy clothes. she has dress for our date, not for night flight, and i feel great and relax. she even makes these ridiculous knee-length shorts that so many women are wearing look good (i hope that fashion disaster moves on before my return to moscow).

a quick coffee then back to my place for champagne and a repeat of the other night ($200), except this time i have booked her for the whole night, so i get a long, leisurely blow job in the morning before heading off to my meetings. alina is a really nice girl (27) with decent english and a good gfe, and i have her phone number if anyone is interested. if valeria had been this friendly or this good i would have been much happier in kyiv!

... stay tuned for tail in two cities: part three: thank god for blondes!

[Coding Wizard]

Very enjoyable read - I think most guys want a tour guide of that sort, because that's what I always look for when I visit a new place.

Where's part two, my friend?

[Murilloa]

Mur would also like to register his enjoyment of your tale...

[Organicgrowth]

GT,

A very enjoyable read; I like your reporting style. Sounds like a nice time was had by all...

Regards, Havanaman

[Everhard]

Great story

So this turns out to be the deal – shopping for sex. That’s what she gets out of the relationship – shopping – and in exchange I get sex. This is okay with me, because I like the idea of a quasi-girlfriend experience more than straight P4P.

The only problem is, this is a bit too much like a real girlfriend experience. I mean, in my experience, girlfriends are not all sexy lingerie and good-morning blow-jobs. The same is true with Valeria – she is moody and wants to sleep when I want to play and so on. She is not as clingy and demonstrative in her affection as I hoped she would be, nor as appreciative of the things I buy her, as she should be.

A true GFE, indeed

[Gentleman Travel]

Part One: Shopping for Sex

It was the breast of times, in was the *****st of times, it was the age of womanizing, it was the age of foolishness, it was the Spring of hope, it was the Fall of 2007… okay, okay, I will just get on with my tale of chasing tail in two cities – Kyiv and Moscow!

This was a long overdue trip, which originally I had thought would occur about a year ago but was twice rescheduled. The downside of that was the many torturous months of anticipation. The upside was that I discovered the ISG forum in the interim, which provided me with essential information and guidance.

I had never been to Moscow before and to Kyiv only once, where because of various constraints on my behaviour (in addition to my complete naiveté), my exploits were limited to poking one moderately skanky hotel girl in thigh-high white leather boots. Oh, and staying up all night on the Odessa-Kyiv train trying to talk my way into the bed of the bar waitress, a strategy fatally flawed by the fact that she spoke no English and I spoke no Russian.

My report will mostly be of interest to other newbies like myself, with no Russian language skills and minimal “game”. For background info, I am 49, ten pounds overweight, medium everything, and on the budget-conscious side of the great wallet divide. It also applies more for those looking to combine pursuit of pleasure with a business trip, than those who can devote their time and attention exclusively to hunting native poon.

In fact, combining business and pleasure was one my underlying strategies. I reasoned that if I could find the right girl, I could “hire” her as my interpreter during the day, and find other uses for her talented tongue each night! This worked to a certain extent, but was not the incentive plan I hoped it would be.

My first stop was Kyiv, where I had long been in communication with lovely young Valeria, whom I recruited off a bridal web-site. She seemed willing to serve as my guide and translator for me during the day and speak the language of love at night. In fact, I had been in touch with her for almost a year, since my first expected trip, which is far too long for talking to these girls.

It erodes your credibility to spin it out for so long, like you are not really serious (and they get lots of arm-chair Romeos contacting them on the web) or (worse) that you are not in control of your own fate. At the same time, it takes at least a few weeks to get through to these girls and build up some level of interest. Many of them do not have daily access to computers and have lots of messages to wade through from dating sites, so it may take a while to establish yourself as a serious contender worthy of prompt response.

Anyway, I had Valeria lined up and was willing to spend all my (quite limited) time with her. I know many guys on here believe that variety is the spice of life, and I do not disagree, but I wanted a sure thing and also preferred to get laid morning, noon and night this way, rather than spending all my time out hunting, and maybe coming home empty-handed. I was also able to use Valeria to find me an apartment and coordinate some meetings and meet me at the airport. She was not as reliable as I would have liked, but ultimately she did come through for me – in every way!

She met me at the airport and was almost as cute as pictured. She is 22, petite, brunette with a innocent/sexy face and low-riding tight jeans. She had arranged for the apartment agent to provide the airport transfer, which is a really good way of doing it, and took me to our apartment, a huge two-bedroom place ($150) just below the Maidan. The building and lobby were crappy, but the apartment itself was pretty good, as these things go, and the location was convenient.

In the early days I had made it quite clear to Valeria that I was there to mix business and pleasure, but we had never come to any precise arrangement. I was assuming that in addition to the straight business interpreter fee ($50 per day) I would pay her something additional each night (maybe a similar amount), plus wining and dining and some shopping (there had been specific mention of shoe-shopping). But our more recent emails had not been very romantic, so I was a little unclear on where we stood and what she was expecting from me. So I was pleasantly surprised when she stood in the middle of the apartment and said that she was mine for the next few days and what did I want to do?

Well, I wanted to eat and to lay in some supplies. So we postponed pleasure for a few more hours of business and picked up some wine and some things for breakfast – always a good sign. She took me to her favourite restaurant (“Swing” - a really nice place) and we came back to “our apartment” for après supper treats!

With a fair bit of wine inside her and very little prompting, she revealed that what she really wanted was:
a) to be tied up and forcibly taken
b) to play virginal/naughty school girl
c) to pretend to be a cheap slutty hooker who would do ANYTHING for $20
d) to join me in a threesome with a big-breasted blonde!

This conversation of course is all taking place in bed as I fuck her, so I am figuring this is a pretty good date so far, by my standards. I mean, what’s not to like? Okay, so I am not into bondage, but the rest of the list I a willing to help her out with! She asks what my fantasies are and all I can add is fucking a cute 22 year-old, which I am doing at that very moment! Remembering Dr. Skank’s sage advice, I finish up having her give me a BBBJ CIM, to establish her place in the food chain.

While this sounds like heaven, and much of it is, there is a downside – tiny tits. This girl has the flattest chest I have ever seen on anyone past puberty. She is really cute and sexy, and a nice body and great legs but these tiny tits. Frankly this makes it hard for me to get the heart really pumping. The upside is that pretending her tits are fine and tasty and playing with them really drives her wild!

The other problem is that we have had too much to drink. This was great while it was fuelling the fantasy discussion, but not quite as good when it comes to going a second round, or to getting a decent night’s sleep. And then in the morning she was too hung over for fun and had to go home to mother to sleep it off and get some medicine. I tried to get the Jacuzzi going, but to no avail – another good lesson – just because an apartment is equipped with something, does not mean it works.

That evening is shopping time. We start out looking for a school-girl skirt, but end up getting a more practical (but still sexy) outfit. So this turns out to be the deal – shopping for sex. That’s what she gets out of the relationship – shopping – and in exchange I get sex. This is okay with me, because I like the idea of a quasi-girlfriend experience more than straight P4P.

The only problem is, this is a bit too much like a real girlfriend experience. I mean, in my experience, girlfriends are not all sexy lingerie and good-morning blow-jobs. The same is true with Valeria – she is moody and wants to sleep when I want to play and so on. She is not as clingy and demonstrative in her affection as I hoped she would be, nor as appreciative of the things I buy her, as she should be.

The next day I had to go out of town all day on a business trip and she refused to join me, because of the danger. Okay, going to Chernobyl is not everyone’s idea of a fun date. Still, this really pissed me off, because one of the reasons I wanted to use her as my interpreter in the first place, was because she has an academic background that would be useful in my work, and justifies me hiring her over any other girl and even bringing her along on trips to other cities. I had envisioned her keeping me warm in remote places or on long train rides to inspect facilities. Now the first time I ask her to join me on one of these trips she chickens out. This does not bode well. Even in FSU countries, young and nubile nuclear physicist fuck-bunnies are not a dime a dozen!

That evening we played “cheap hooker”, but without the benefit of alcohol to lubricate things it was not as wildly exciting as it should have been. Still, spanking her while she sucked me vigorously was a new and enriching experience for me! We never did get shoe-shopping so I gave her some shoe money, which actually made her a moderately expensive hooker.

The next day is another business meeting, this time with Valeria along as my official interpreter, and she does a good job of it and I think is beginning to feel comfortable in this role. Then it’s off to the airport and farewell kisses.

So overall, Valeria was a bit of a disappointment. She was cute and sexy and compliant and has some great fantasies I would like to take advantage of, but with her little tits and lack of real enthusiasm, I am not sure she is worthwhile. And the cost-benefit analysis is not where I would like it to come out – I probably could have had better sex for less money if I had simply called up GIA every night. Also, I never did get to River Palace, which I wanted to experience!

Still, I may continue to use her for business purposes, but next time I will not plan on using her as my main fuck-bunny. However, the idea of bringing her along to help me troll for a big-breasted blonde has a lot of appeal…

[Tremayne]

The construction of the new boat is going to take longer than estimated therefore the River Palace will continue in its present format for at least another year. There are a lot of new girls hanging out there at the moment, unfortunately most of them rank between 5 to 7's.

Does anyone have an update when exactly RP will close and be replaced by a new boat? It was supposed to happen sometime next year.

[Latitude Cruz]

Cruz, most clubs do not really get going until at least Midnight. So there is no rush to race off to River Palace. Some of the girls there don't even turn up until 0100 at least. At 2200 you will have a limited supply at RP.
You can usually organise to have a date and finish at about 2300 if you strikeout and then have a pre party drink and then go off to the club of your choice.

Thanks Alpha.
Where's good trolling for non-pro's?
And USD$ is preferred or local$?
Any better bets than RP?

LC

[Alphamale]

I see a lot of guys posting the going rates for the girls in terms of US Dollars. Is that the currency the ladies prefer, or are you just converting the amount for the sake of easy discussion?

Also, my plan is to pursue this until 10pm and if I can't make that play, I'll head over to River Palace and "punt"...that sounds like a strategy that could play out. What do y’all think?

If so, I've been trying to cull this forum for leads on good places to seek non/semi-pro talent. Can anyone suggest some good afternoon/early evening hang-outs for hot young ladies (I'm thinking 20yrs old or so)?

Cruz, most clubs do not really get going until at least Midnight. So there is no rush to race off to River Palace. Some of the girls there don't even turn up until 0100 at least. At 2200 you will have a limited supply at RP.
You can usually organise to have a date and finish at about 2300 if you strikeout and then have a pre party drink and then go off to the club of your choice.

[Latitude Cruz]

I see a lot of guys posting the going rates for the girls in terms of US Dollars. Is that the currency the ladies prefer, or are you just converting the amount for the sake of easy discussion?

Also, my plan is to pursue this until 10pm and if I can't make that play, I'll head over to River Palace and "punt"...that sounds like a strategy that could play out. What do y’all think?

If so, I've been trying to cull this forum for leads on good places to seek non/semi-pro talent. Can anyone suggest some good afternoon/early evening hang-outs for hot young ladies (I'm thinking 20yrs old or so)?

[Delgado]

Does anyone have an update when exactly RP will close and be replaced by a new boat? It was supposed to happen sometime next year.