Russian / Eastern European happy ending
Gents,
I'm in need of your help here. Does anybody know of a massage parlor in Dubai that has mainly eastern European girls, that provide happy ending etc. . Asian girls are ok. . But I can't get enough of the EE girls. Any pointers would be great.
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Trip Report. Turning the clock back
I was in THAT mood. I decided it was time to relive the glory days of the Mid 2000's where you could make the girls fall in love with YOU and you conned THEM into giving good service and playing them instead of the other way around.
It was time to investigate Dubai, the new Dubai and find out what is going wrong and how to beat the system.
To do this, I had to sacrifice one of my two precious nights, but since I can't drink and shag, it was always going to be one of those "eat or breathe" situations anyway, so last Wednesday night I sallied forth to see if I could apply so old fashioned nouse to the situation and find out what is what.
So firstly, my contribution to the green / amber / red list, I talked to the people who really matter in my apartments. The African security guards. Talk to those guys and have a joke with them, slip them a few Dirhams and they can tell you everything. Like how to arrange for back entrance to your hotel at the exact time your security guard is taking a leak. OR even if you want her I'd taking, then you can still do it that way. Then a RED place becomes Amber or Green. So Chelsea Apartments I can recommend and the price is excellent on the booking websites three bathrooms for a hundred dollars a night?
So to the first night. I went to the [B]Capitol Hotel[/B] having read a report recently. I missed the Russian club because there was a party on and stupidly went to the Arabic club (It has two clubs outside). [B]M*I*S*T*A*K*E DO NOT GO THERE[/B]. Firstly you must do an interview with the meathead at the door as they rope off the entrance and look down at you, then pay 150 DHS to sit in a shithole entirely on your own even at midnight! No service, because of a staff meeting where lots of browbeaten Philipinos are being berated by a fat Iranian bellowing about service, whilst you die of thirst at the bar. Only one girl came in and she had tons of food piled up and had plenty of waistline to stick it in. So I marched out politely and the Capitol Hotel can go fuck itself in future. So much for the "new " venues. Time to visit the old.
So I got a small coin, and with blue ink drew a circle on the back of my hand, wrote RAF in the centre and walked into Rockafellas for free. Nobody questions the Brit. That still applies so I will use it as long as I can.
First interesting change is that the ubiquitous Phillipine or Malaysian band no longer plays. They lacked serious cool factor but musically always excellent. So now I have to listen to Russian girls who can barely sing, howling to a badly composed backing track of the worst Russian Teeny bop music imaginable. All the clientele in Rockafellas are now Indian or Persian of some sort. Maybe Russian guys too. Nobody interested in Western Music any more. But the upside is, the girls are more interested in you. Some were actually very good looking, althout most of the girls seem to come from the Central Asian Republic of Milfistan (if you know what I mean).
The best girl in there is still the one (usually blonde slim pretty and probably Caucasian mix tartar Uzbek) of the type that sits stage right near the pillar and never seems to be interested in talking to men. Usually knows all the bands that play, laughs when the singer makes the Microphone look like its his penis. Never looks at you, singer points to her and winks, she whoops whenever he or she opens his mouth to talk. You know the frustrating girl. You never even bother talking to her. So that hasn't changed.
Onto the girs. I love it when you interview them and get them to poke their cast iron bras into your arms and they look longingly into your eyes as you tell them you are an arms dealer or a fighter pilot or that you clean the inside of Sewers in London and get that "Oh Wow" that's "soooo impressive" response. You collect their number for Thursday night and say you will ring to save them a Thursday night entrance fee to a club. You get a boner whilst you talk to them and save yourself minimum 1000 DHS.
As an aside, one short blonde Yekaterinburg girl nearly passed the Interview process, until she confessed that she was married to an English guy for six years and she "fucking hated" the UK and has a British passport but she is 100% Russian and patriotic and just here in Dubai for a week on Holiday. She was cuuuute. Until she opened her mouth. Why give her more money than my taxes in the UK probably have already done? I asked what she was doing hooking in Dubai if she had an EU passport but was told "Please try and be polite" so I said suit yourself and walked off. Ten minutes later she is back telling me how funny I am. She asks what I do, I said "I am raising money for the Right Sector Battalion in Ukraine so they can buy drones". Total nonsense of course but she couldn't walk off quicker.
Then I got my "biter". A UK expression for a fish that tugs your line, but I like the expression also because of the "walking dead" connotations that seem to suit some of these blood suckers. But this Estonian girl "Erin" was nice. (I slightly change the name for security). There was a connection. Could talk politics check only does it because the Indians took over her business and reduced the hours check happy to talk tonight and fuck tomorrow on Thursday check wasn't going to get any business anyway check has no friends at that club check. Will accept 1500 check (well, I wanted 1000 but I used to pay that six years ago so lets be reasonable). So its all done and lets fast Forward to Thursday night.
Thursday I am at the Fairmont, so I ask to meet in Cin Cin bar. At first a bit reluctant but agrees provided I am already there waiting. She is bang on time at ten O'Clock. Staff treat her like Royalty, all fine, and I can't see any problem why she was reluctant. (On a side note, I saw two ENGLISH hookers working the place and also only one girl I would actually fuck. All the rest are just red lipstick, black hair, tight short dress and a huge "booty" giving the horrid distorted S shape these Milfs have when they try to dress like a 16 year old. But the one I saw in a red posh evening dress, now that was fine indeed. But back to my girl.
A few drinks later and I KNOW she is going to stay all night with me. She is already hinting she wants to "share my life" with me. Not that this will happen (I will go into that later) but its nice to play the part and live the fantasy. This won't be a Porn Star Fuck. I am going to make it the full Girlfriend experience and I am going to love every moment of it to see who outsmarts who in the game of war of the roses. Where each tries to make the other one get romantically hooked. Just like the old days!
I get the life story, usual stuff, "I have education very good. But in my country no rights for women. Zzzzz" and raped at 15 of course check baby at sixteen check, all on course, just like the old days. Then "My father made me marry the Chechen guy who raped me" hmmm that's a new one, but the concern just drips off my features. I am nearly in tears. She is such a darling. Time to go to the room.
Now, interestingly I start to ask about inflation and prices. I won't bore you with the sex, its simple. Tons of foreplay, two pops, lots of cuddles in the sleep time. Sex in the morning, then breakfast on Sheik Zayed Road, give her a lift back in my car, then dinner at LE Meridien on Friday night. All for 1500 , so not bad, I didn't have to pay for the day either, so don't tell me the bargains aren't still out there!
So back to prices. She had told me that if she worked the bars in Dubai Marina she charged 5000 but in Regal she would charge 1500. In Moscow (Red Square) 1500 and in Cin Cin bar 3000. I asked why she ever worked the cheap places then and the answer? She has to pay a TAX. Yes, a TAX to the guys you are tipping 5 DHs to.
I Dubai Marina 2500 must be paid to the bouncers to get in. If you have a Mamasan its all taken care of. Work without and you are on your own. In Cin Cin at the Fairmont, the security guards hit every girl with 1500 and share it between them. She did not have to pay because she was meeting me. They won't mix it with the guests, and what's more, they have to be escorted out. The girls do not have to be I'd'the if they get past security on the second floor and go to a Fairmont Room. But if the security guards catch them in the morning, they I'd them and then tax them. Sometimes asking for 2500 that way. So escort the girls out if not already I'd'the.
Red square they pay 500 if a regular (more than if not) and at Regal there is no tax, but the customers are cheaper and the competition greater. Customers that will pay 5000 for instance will also be more generous in other ways.
So here is your inflation. Its because the ordinary guys we all say earn nothing, are forming their own mafia. That's where the inflation is coming in and the tax is passed onto the customer fueled by idiots willing to pay it. But if the Ukraine situation continues, then who knows what will happen.
Would I keep this woman? NO WAY. They are all damaged. A day with her for company was hell on Earth. Imagine a car passenger who is a back seat driver who even tells you to look in the mirror. Tells you how stupid you are and know nothing of Dubai, and strangely how her own father won't even get into a car with her. (How strange, why would he not LOL? How Russians are all really Jews, how she hates Jews and Muslims, and how she is a victim of the World and women have no rights. Poor me poor me and how she can't go home because even though she hates Dubai, the taxis, the Restaurants, the money, oh yes, how she loves the money so much. But how she thinks I am soft and gullible and how she needs to protect me and how I need her in her life to take her round the World. Yep. That's not going to happen. These girls are in this job for a reason. They are all fucking totally nuts. Happy mongering and take heart. The old days are not completely dead, maybe coughing up blood, but not dead.