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KG,Website:[url]http://www.bordell-grunewaldstrasse23.de/[/url]

The King George has been on my list of clubs to visit for some time. I have never been to a flat rate club before and indeed the very idea does not sit with me comfortably. Flat rate clubs have sprung up relatively recently as an off shot of the Partytreff scene. While I have also never been to a Partytreff, my good friend Iseeu has told me very accurately what they are about and how they work. While Partytreff seems to be about inexpensive sex, it is also about the party, a swinger atmosphere. At least this is how I understand it.

The King George, as I experienced it, is first and for most a bar. But it is a bar in which ladies are available for sex at no extra cost other than the cost to enter the bar-€99. How they pull this off, that is, what exactly the economics of the place are, I have no idea. But when one does a few calculations in the head after seeing the business on what appeared to be a pretty typical Tuesday evening one thing is for sure-these ladies do not earn top dollar for selling their pussies. It is also a place that has me wondering, exactly how “free” are these girls? Upon speaking with them a bit, I do not think that they are there under lock and key, except perhaps the shackles of their own economic circumstance back in the home country which is, for the most part, Romania. If this sort of scenario offends you, tickles your indignation bone that such things should not be happening, perhaps it be best if you give the King George a miss. If you can drop these moral ideas for an evening (Ol’ Angus is good at dropping things other than his trousers in the presence of a hooker and in the interest of a good report) then by all means head on over for an evening of a certain type of whoring and fun.

As I mention, the King George has been on my to do list for a long time. The fact that it is not three minutes walk from my flat and that I walk by the place almost daily has something to do with this but it is also that, as Berlin’s roving reporter, I felt it my duty to check the place out. The thought of going in alone, however, did not appeal. This would be the number one recommendation I have for this place, do not go there alone! Having a wingman is crucial for success in clubs of this nature, both as a way of passing the time in an atmosphere where there is little else to do but drink, and as a way of keeping the ladies in check. The latter point being the most important in my opinion.

A couple of weeks back Charlie 123 and I, who had met in July at Artemis, were exchanging a few pms on the finer points of the Berlin escort scene. I mentioned to him that I would like to visit the King George and was he interested. He answered yes and so we set a evening aside and met early yesterday evening for our adventure. We both agreed that an early arrival would be good and so at around 18:00 on Tuesday we were paying our entry fee and walking into the dimly lit bar.

Angus had actually done a recon mission to the bar a couple of day earlier. So I knew the set up and had even scouted out the girls a wee bit. My recon mission told me that the place was basically clean, had a number of girls and at least one who I considered hot. The rest I described as doable except one. As we sat at our table and I looked around I wondered if my “doable” description was a wee bit strong. In fact my observation at this point was that there was one hot girl, one quite attractive (cute) girl, a small handful who looked better as the evening progressed and one who I would chew my arm off to get away from. More on the girls later.

We settled in, drinks in hand, and watched the action on the stage. Two girls (there were about 4 at the time plus Petronella, the Queen Bee, who sets herself apart from the other girls) dance with unprofessional charm, and little else, on the stage complete with poles. Almost at once one of the girls came over and suggested we buy her a piccolo of champagne.

Here we go, says Charlie.

But no, in fact the request for champagne was easily rebuffed and I did not get the feeling that we were, as a result, immediately marked as cheap. The girls were just doing their job, putting out feelers, trying to determine who we were and what was possible from us. A short word here about dressing for the King George. Charlie and I were dressed in a sort of opposite fashion, Charlie, fresh from a day of business, had on a business suit and tie. I had on my usual Berlin sloppy garb of jeans, un-ironed short sleeve shirt and a comfortable, but unstylish vest. Oh, and the fashion disaster lambskin lined Crocs. Neither one of us was really dressed for the King. My suggestion would be to try to wear something casual but with a bit of style, something that gives a vague aroma money but does not suggest business account. As I think of it now the combination of Charlie and I was probably perfect, or at least better than I thought at the time. It set up, I feel, a sort of question in the minds of the ladies. In our mis-matched-ness the girls did not know quite how to button hole us. This may have been the reason that despite the fact that we refused on a number of occasions to fall for the piccolo gambit, the girls kept coming. Or maybe it was due to the fact that we were, for a long time, the only customers in the bar.

When you enter the King George, as mentioned, you pay a one time entry price of €99. Well, in fact you pay €100 as they do not offer change for your €100, and I rather feel it would be extremely bad form to press the point. Instead you are given three King George dollars, printed coupons looking like dollar bills-King George dollars. The idea with these dollars is as a kind of incentive (or cash grab depending upon the spin you out on it) for the ladies to contact the cliental. As the ladies dance or approach you they ask for you to tuck the dollars in their bikini bottoms or bra. In fact, “ask” might be understating it a wee bit. The girls in fact demand that you give them the dollar bills. And if one gets one, they all want one. My own feeling about this is that it pays to be a little free with the dollars. You are given three, and you can go to the entry desk and buy more, one Euro gets you one dollar. Don’t go over board with the dollars, refusal is okay, and again, refusal does not mean, at least it did not for Charlie and I, that the girls then ignore you. But it seems that the best way is to buy a few (€10 worth) and give them out relatively freely until gone. The price of the evening increases slightly but it does give the monger a way of interacting with the girls, and through this interaction one can judge the girl’s fun quotient and personality.

Of course for old Angus, the FQP (Fun Quotient Personality) test was for naught. I had my eye almost immediately on one of the girls, one who was cute (the cutest but not the hottest-Petronella) but was, in retrospect, an obvious non performer. Perhaps 20 minutes, no more than half an hour, into our evening I called over Gabi as Charlie teased and tested one of the other girls. I tried every club gambit I knew to find common ground, all to no avail. As this is a flat rate club though, and the fee is paid, all one risks in a trip to the room is one’s own ammo. So after failing to determine young Gabi’s hopes, aspirations or hobbies, I suggested the only avenue left to us, a trip to the back rooms.

Gabi checks in with the bartender (maybe this is how they get paid by the session?) and off we go. The rooms, all in the back of the club, are functional and reasonable clean. At least they look vacuumed, the showers are scum free and the bed spreads have to be examined a bit closely to see the crusty white stains. Fine sensibilities might want to give the place a miss or bring a sheet. Angus takes a quick ball washing shower, suddenly worried about his wallet which is out of sight on the other side of the room, and quickly joins Gabi on the bed spread with towels. It is quickly apparent that this will not be soul sex. Nipple licks may or may not be allowed. I did not ask. But my feeling is that it would have been a negative response had I done so. I lay back, Gabi applies the condom with her mouth and gets busy with a passable cbj. Little “A” responds and Gabi, who barely speaks German or English, tells me that my schwanz is big. I am sure that this is just her patter but I appreciate her effort. With Little “A” brought to attention Gabi suggests ficken. Off we go in mish and then after 5 minutes switch to doggy. The poor girl has that look of wanting to be somewhere else, anywhere in fact, other than in this small Schöneberg bar back room being boned by a monger more than twice her age (early 20s?) . As I see this my bothersome conscience kicks in and Little “A” starts to wilt. I soldier on for a few minutes, try a switch to mish, and then call it quits explaining to Gabi that she is sweet, sexy and adorable but that I am an old man and these things happen. This she accepts and we have a perfunctory cuddle, get dressed and leave.

I give you the messy details of this session mainly to illustrate that this is how this club runs, how the girls generally are in the room. While it is possible at the King to have a good session, my feeling is that most sessions will unfold pretty much in the fashion I describe unless you put in some effort and do the ground work needed for a good session. Charlie as I found him was busily engaged in doing this ground work. He had a couple of girls in his thrall, had invested in some more KG dollars and was busy doling them out. The moment that I will certainly always remember from this evening came when a young lady, attracted by the glittering sparkles of Charlie’s rather expensive watch, teased it off his wrist and affixed it to her own. The next thing we see is the girl disappearing around the corner to the front of the bar and Charlie is off his bar stool, as fast I have seen anyone move, in hot pursuit. The watch was quickly retrieved and the girl now knew, with certainty, that yes, it was real and not a cheap knockoff.

I will let Charlie describe his session if he choses to report. But I will say that Charlie did his vetting and seems to have been rewarded with a reasonable session. Angus, on the other hand waited around, made another faulty decision and ended up with much the same result as before with a girl whose name I forget (Alina?). Again she was cute enough but in the room it became apparent that she was no handmaid to Venus and I quickly pulled the plug, cuddled, joked and commiserated with her about the hardships of life. To the girls’ credit I did suggest that we leave the room a couple of times but she seemed to want to hang out and cuddle. I even had the idea to tip her a fiver if she let me lick her puss. This I did with no great enthusiasm, mindful of the facts of these girl’s certain and frequent trips to the room with all sorts of men. Basically I tickled the top of her pussy as a way of sliding her the fiver. She seemed pleased with the €5 if not with my masterful tongue technique.

Back out on the floor, with more girls around and a few more mongers (there never seemed to be more than a half dozen plus at a time in the bar, though it is hard to say as I did notice that later in the evening all the rooms were busy so maybe there were more men than it seemed there.

Charlie having had a session, our conversation becoming increasingly drunken as it was not difficult to get drinks, decided to call it quits. I started with rum and coke, switching to vodka sprite as it seemed easier for the bartender to remember and all told must have had a round 6-8. I did suspect the booze of being watered as the bartender poured good long shots and while drunk, I was not as messy as 8 drinks should make me. I decided to order yet another drink and hang in for a while longer. Hey, I was close to home, it was just gone 22:00 and I was in a very rare for Angus, drunken condition with girls who I had prepaid to fuck all around me. I considered my options,briefly landing on the girl Charlie had fucked, then deciding I wanted the Queen Bee, Petronella, or nothing.

Peronella is a breed apart at the King. Two days earlier she had given me the tour with a surprising degree of thoroughness and ambassadorial skills. She showed me the bar, the toilets (newly renovated) the rooms with showers, even the draws filled with bulk bought condoms for our protection. As I boastfully mentioned to Charlie in a pre-visit pm, I felt that had I asked she might just have bent forward and given me a visual tour of her pussy. When we arrived for our evening she was on her throne..er…barstool, at the front of the King. She shook my hand and turned haughtily away. I had to have her!

Charlie pointed out that she has the demeanor of a hostess and perhaps she does not actually go to the rooms with guests. Maybe her role is as ambassador and den mother to the other, obviously lesser girls. Just looking at her you can see she is cut from different cloth. Petronalla is tall, slim, tight butt, a quite beautiful face adorned with heavy make up and darkly mascaraed eyes. She smokes lady smokes with a long cigarette holder and has a coolness to her that is sort of out of place at the King George. Angus, on one of his by now slightly unstable and bumbling trips to the bar, suavely sidled to her and asked if she was in fact the Queen Bee, not available for a visit to the rooms, or was she good to go. Her icy facade broke just a wee bit, she gave me a sexy, knowing half smile and told me she was available in this way. She then turned her back and walked away. There is nothing in this world that quite gets old Angus in a lather than being suggestively ignored.

With Charlie gone I easily could have sat on my stool, ordered drinks and slowly sunken into oblivion. Tonight though, with my game on, I jumped off my bar stool, steadied my gait and went off in search of Petronella. I find her near the front at a table with a conveniently empty stool opposite. Boldly I sit and begin my witty repartee that never fails to get the Artemis ladies up the stairs and into the room. Petronella is game and we slide into a reasonably pleasant conversation, in German with the occasional English, Petronella slowly thawing as exposed to Angus’ warm charm. Conversation slows to a crawl after 10 minutes and Peronella herself than suggests a trip to the room. Off we go.

The session with Petonella did not disappoint. Indeed it was a very good half hour, for that was what we spent in the room. Her bj was good to very good, Angus licked her beautiful snatch with more abandon than perhaps was wise (at no extra charge) and Petronella was responsive and got into it. At last Angus, gun full cocked, quite easily, in one position (mish) released the hounds. The girl then cleaned me up, lay down on her tummy and ordered a massage. I say ordered as there was never a question that I would, or even could had I wanted to, say no to this massage. Petronella needed it and she was not shy in asking. I love this girl. Ten minutes later, relaxed, back cracked, she was visibly happy with my skills and, her cool girl armor replaced, we left the room, cheeks kissed, and Angus went to the bar swearing that it was time to leave.

Lads, I did not leave. I decided upon another drink and had a little look round. The bar was actually by now, around 23:00, sort of busy. The girls, just two or three of them, were on the prowl, though not quite in the same way we are used to at Artemis, and there were a number of punters looking around for the hotties, or what passes for hotties at the King. The girl Charlie had schtupped was still around and she dragged me over to one of the punters and said “EEngleesh”. I introduced myself and yes, the gent was in fact an English speaker, I will not mention his nationality in the interest of anonymity as he was not a forum reader, though he may soon be as I did direct him to my blog, the ISG forum and a few regular tourist attractions in Berlin. We had a nice chat before my new found friend felt the pull and disappeared into the back with one of my earlier (not the cute girl Gabi) failures.

I, mindful that I had to work in the morning, though not too, too early, resisted another drink and propped myself up on a stool. There was another of the doable with a few drinks in you girls dancing on the stage. Exchanging looks we teased back and forth until I had her come over for a chat. The hell with it, I suggested the room thing and was promptly rebuffed. Huh? Is this supposed to happen at a flat rate? I persist, rebuffed again, and finally stuff the one remaining dollar I have down her bra. This has the desired effect and she agrees, if, I felt, a little reluctantly, to go to the room. This time I was under no illusions. This would not be a great session. I told the girl plainly that I was not maybe up for much but wanted a bit of slap and tickle. My English slang lost on her, she gets down to it and promptly stalls for time. After five minutes she suggests blassen, applies condom and goes to work. I just lay back and let her do her thing. It was not a great bj by any means but then it was not bad, I am afraid it was rather a lot of work for her but with judicious use of her hand as well hand I did manage a nice finish, actually under the manipulation of her palm, into the condom which she did not seem to want to take off even for a wank. But by this time I was not at all picky and did not want to suggest sweetening the pot with a tenner or even a fiver.-for a covered hand job?

All spent, I dressed, wen to the bar, double kissed all the girls, bis nächtes mal, and I am off into the night, short walk home and to bed on an ever so slightly spinning mattress. All in all the King George was a success, I had a fun, if not terribly sexually satisfying time, though for the price, the party atmosphere and the very good session with Queen Patronella, the money was well spent I felt.

A few final closing words if I may, observations and maybe a few words of advise. First is the question of extras at the King George. It seems that the basic response to questions concerning extras was, there are no extras. The girls try to earn extra money with the piccolos, the King George dollars and frankly asking you for a fiver. At least three girls asked me for €5, one for pizza, one for smokes and one just for the €5. As with the piccolo requests, these requests, while annoying, were easily refused (by me and Charlie at least) and the refusal seemed to have no real repercussions with regard to the way the girls treated us. But, as hopefully Charlie will tell us, the no extra policy, if indeed it is a policy and not just the girls do not like doing them, is not bullet proof. Be warned though that unless you are experienced at negotiating playfully, this is an area where a monger could easily come to grief, be branded as a newbie and perhaps even fleeced.Proceed with caution here.

If at all possible I suggest not visiting the King without a good wingman. This is a bar, there is no retreating to the confines of the sauna or a comfortable quiet downstairs area as at Artemis. Sitting alone you are either a target or a sad sack in the girls’ eyes. Sitting with a wingman you are a curiosity and perhaps even a challenge. In fact, I will assert, that sitting with another man, in conversation, perhaps business, you become actually attractive to the girls. The feminine likes to be, sometimes demands to be, the center of masculine attention. Two guys sitting together, having something to say to one another, becomes an affront to the girls’ deeper conviction that she is the only thing worthy of your attention, not these guys and their conversation. Thus, the girls start to try harder and play closer to their “A” game. This is a good thing in monger land. But take a gent with you, again if possible, who is confident enough to also be left alone at a moment’s notice. Tow guys clinging is…well…frankly a bit “gay”. Charlie, I have to say, is an excellent wingman and I would happily monger with him in any situation knowing that he has my back and could just as easily fly off solo if the situation warranted it. Thanks Charlie for the good work. It was an honor to fly together.

As the King is a flat rate the theoretical way in which the place works is that you can have sex with whom you want and as much as you like. Experience supports this yet I have the feeling that it is not always the case. My English speaking friend was at the King as a non German speaking monger flying solo. I saw him swoop without hesitation and walk off with one of the standard girls. But later, just as I was leaving I could see that he dearly wanted a session with Pertonella who was on the stage dancing. And he was rebuffed it seems. Drunkenly, and hoping my earlier massage skills might buy me some cred, I suggested to Patronella that he was a good customer. But I fear it may not have ben enough as she did appear pretty disdainful, like she was not going to budge. Had he a wingman, and not some drunken, end of the night well wisher, I am sure there could have been a way. As it is, and I hope I am wrong, Patronella in her position of Queen of the King was not going give it up for him. Maybe he will sign in here upon reading and prove me wrong. I hope so.

Finally, again, the King dollars. It may offend you, it is annoying, but just buy a few and give them out. It is part of the game, it is some fun, it ain’t expensive. These girls can not earn much and this may just boost their income enough to actually show you a good time, but I doubt it.

The final word? Thumbs up for the King. I am not sure I would return all that soon, or often, but for a night of a certain type of sleazy fun the King George earns high marks. Don’t go there expecting great sex, maybe not even good sex. But for €100 you can get some cheap sex and a light frivolity that you don not generally find at a big full on place like Artemis. The King George girls are not motivated in the same way as the Artemis beauties but they can be, it seems, coaxed into a decent session from time to time.

Thanks as always for reading.

AM

[QUOTE=Kasper 81]Dear lovers of the pink box, here I am on the road again. I will visit Berlin soon, and as it has happened in the past I will write reports of my hunting season!

This time, I would like to taste something different. I would like to have a session or two with thai or indonesian girls (NO TS, SHEMALES ETC. I ONLY LIKE 100% GIRLS!). There are some posts on the Berlin thread referring to thai massages, maybe ending with HJ or BJ, but I am looking for a regular brothel with oriental pussies to get fucked. Any advice on this?

Also, I would like to insert my dear friend in some fresh, slim ebony flesh. What places would you suggest?

I plan to visit Fredenhaus, Rose16 (last time it was closed, damn!), Liberty and perhaps some places you might suggest me, and I will afterwards give you details on my visit.

As always, thank you for your much appreciated help, which I try to pay back with my future posts.

Kasper[/QUOTE]

Hi,

I do not know of a bordello that specializes in oriental or black women. I know VB has a thread dedicated to them but it is difficult get round the jungend Schutz. I can tell you that do so is possible
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Have a look at all the major bordellos here in Berlin and you will see which ones I prefer and why. Each of these places has at least a couple of these ladies on staff. I might also point to the fact that "oriental" can refer to any lady from Turkey eastward. If you look for Asians, say Asian as these are women from Thailand etc.

Good luck and happy day.

Mis-posted on the Artemis thread and reproduced here with apologies:

Hi,

I paid a visit to King George Flat-Rate Club last night with Angus Magee.

It is a very small club with a bar area and a small lounge behind, incorporating a pole-dancing stage - all a little bit 'worn' but comfortable enough. To the rear is a corridor leading to the 'Zimmers' each of which is relatively sparsely decorated and furnished, but clean and with a shower in the room.

99E was the entry fee - all drinks included. I must have had 6 or 8 vodkas during our 3 hour stay. Champagne is extra, but standard alcoholic drinks are included. You get a few 'pole-dance dollars' with your entry to slip inside the dancers bra or panties and can refill at the rate of one 'dollar' for one euro.

There were 7 or 8 girls in attendance, ranging from one or two who one could categorize as pretty, a mid-section of 4 or 5 'do-able', and one piglet. All of them were Romanian.

There was some pressure to fork out for 'Piccolos' at the usual exorbitant rate and a constant stream of entreaties for 'dollars'. This is not a proper mongering parlour - this is a tourist trap. It's not an aggressive scene, and they do want you to have a good time, but if you are a mug then you will get taken for as much as the girls can squeeze from you. However, Angus and I are pretty experienced in such matters and we quickly and firmly established our authority, whereupon we were able to enjoy a pretty fun evening.

The girls are very much amateurs. By this I don't mean that they are 'hobbyficks'. They are young and inexperienced working girls who don't really know their trade yet. They come across all 'vamp' in the lounge, but in the room, whilst willing, they show their inexperience. This was quite refreshing in a way after several weeks of almost continual attendance at Artemis.

I had the one session only with a dumpy little thing called Anka - a blond with decent tits but a bit of a tummy. What she did have was an endearing personality and a cheeky attitude that emerged as the evening progressed and manifested itself most clearly in the room when she fell off the bed from hysterical laughter as my intended CoB finish (30E extra) actually ended in my own face. She was so excited and happy at this extraordinary and new(to her) outcome that she rushed to tell all her friends (having had the decency to procure first my permission). I thought it was mildly amusing (it wasn't the first time I'd commited a 'Selbstbesamung'), but her delight and amusement rendered it a charming conclusion to a fun little session.

It felt comfortable to have Angus as company at KG and the fact that there were 2 of us made it easier to make it clear to the girls that we are not 'newbies' to the P4P scene who can be mucked about. This made it much easier to create an atmosphere whereby we were 'in charge' and could thus have a bit of fun with these 'silly litte girls'. As a consequence, it turned out to be a good evening.

I happened to go back to Artemis afterwards (I had popped in earlier during the day). The contrast upon entering the lounge at Artemis couldn't have been more stark. The girls there are so confident and professional, whereas KG had felt much more 'amateur hour'.

I enjoyed our evening at KG, as much as a distraction from the serious business of mongering as anything else, but I'd have no reason to go again. The looks and service from the girls just doesn't warrant a return (btw - there are pretty much no 'extras' available - CiM, CoF and anal are all 'off the menu'), and even at the 'all-inclusive' price of 99E for all you can fuck, I'd not be tempted to have another visit unless the quality of ladies took a quantum leap forward.

Recommended, but only if you know your way around the P4P world. If you are new to the game, go to a bordelle or an FKK first and find out how things are done properly, then you can pop into KG and enjoy a light-hearted evening's entertainment

Charlie

Hello, Kasper 81.

I've not tried this agency or any other in Berlin.

But I saw it when I started reserching my trip this weekend.

They seem to be ebony only, see link.

[url]http://ebonypearls. De/pearls.html[/url]

Kristoffer

[QUOTE=Charlie 123]Hi

I recently reported on a new firm escort-sex24 and their girl Natalie and subsequently Spec20 wrote a positive report on her stable-mate Paris.

Today I also had an outing myself with Paris and I can wholeheartedly endorse Spec's positive recommendation

[url]http://www.escort-sex24.de/paris[/url]

She is prettier in reality than in her webpics - always a bonus! She used to be a model until struck by a minor pigmentation malady, and she has a georgeous firm figure with long legs, a flat tummy, nice boobs (man-made) and a very pretty face that really isn't shown to best effect on the website

We chatted a while before and after - she is an intelligent and thoughtful girl and pleasant and relaxed company.

She kisses nicely, her BJ is competent without being exceptional, and she is a nice tight fuck.

Very good value for 100E. I'm not sure whether I'd bother to do her again given the wonderful range of similar opportunities afforded by this great city, but I wouldn't hesitate to commend her to anyone looking for an attractive success-guaranteed session with a hot chick.

I like this agency a lot - they deliver what they promise. She confirmed that they run a genuine 24 hour service which is another plus point. I see that they have added a 3rd girl (Roxanna) - I think I know what I'll be having for breakfast tomorrow!

Charlie[/QUOTE]Thank you for this information!

However, last time in Berlin, I stayed in hotel at Bülowstr. And they did not(!) allowed me to take girl to my room(SW). I like some tips for girlfriendly hotels in Berlin, Schöneberg/Kudam-area. (Not to expensive, max 100e/day or so). Or other tips, maybe the problem is how I handle the staff. But I have no problems in Prague or Budapest.

E65

[QUOTE=Angus Magee]KG,Website:[url]http://www.bordell-grunewaldstrasse23.de/[/url]

The King George has been on my list of clubs to visit for some time. I have never been to a flat rate club before and indeed the very idea does not sit with me comfortably. Flat rate clubs have sprung up relatively recently as an off shot of the Partytreff scene. While I have also never been to a Partytreff, my good friend Iseeu has told me very accurately what they are about and how they work. While Partytreff seems to be about inexpensive sex, it is also about the party, a swinger atmosphere. At least this is how I understand it.

Thanks as always for reading.

AM[/QUOTE]Great report!

KG is a special place and the expirience is good if you know whats waiting. This report is truly a good guide of what a monger has to expekt from KG. I wish I could have read this before my first(and only) visit to this place.

E65

Thanks for great reporting on the King George! I will visit berlin mid september and might pay this palce a visit. Although you Angus Magee and Charlie 123 were pretty negative (3/10 maybe?) about the place, you described it so well, in great detail that I think I will visit as I think I will enjoy it: I like having a few drinks in seedy strip bars, watching girls, flirting with them, tipping them, drinking some more and then bang them....100euros + 20euros for some dollartipping seems like a good deal if compared to the alternative: expensive cocktailbars or stripclubs or Artemis where quality of fucking is better but where drinks are very expensive and the atmosphere is less seedy. As I will be 5-8 drinks drunk when banging the girls and not be top-performing the quality of girls is not SUPERimportant! :-)

Do you guys agree that Ling George is the way to go? is there any other place I should look into? I have searched for strip bars but find no good ones. thanks.

I have one fetish: Porn star type girls with big fake boobs: Does anyone have a suggestion for finding a girl with really firm fake boobs? Porn star type girl with many of these: tanned, overdimensioned tits, fake nails, lotsa make-up, skimpy clothes, high heels. thanks!

Misposted on the Artemis thread a couple of days ago and re-posted here with appropriate apologies.

Hi

Paid a visit to King George Flat-Rate Club last night with Angus Magee.

It is a very small club with a bar area and a small lounge behind, incorporating a pole-dancing stage - all a little bit 'worn' but comfortable enough. To the rear is a corridor leading to the 'Zimmers' each of which is relatively sparsely decorated and furnished, but clean and with a shower in the room.

99E was the entry fee - all drinks included. I must have had 6 or 8 vodkas during our 3 hour stay. Champagne is extra, but standard alcoholic drinks are included. You get a few 'pole-dance dollars' with your entry to slip inside the dancers bra or panties and can refill at the rate of one 'dollar' for one euro.

There were 7 or 8 girls in attendance, ranging from one or two who one could categorize as pretty, a mid-section of 4 or 5 'do-able', and one piglet. All of them were Romanian.

There was some pressure to fork out for 'Piccolos' at the usual exorbitant rate and a constant stream of entreaties for 'dollars'. This is not a proper mongering parlour - this is a tourist trap. It's not an aggressive scene, and they do want you to have a good time, but if you are a mug then you will get taken for as much as the girls can squeeze from you. However, Angus and I are pretty experienced in such matters and we quickly and firmly established our authority, whereupon we were able to enjoy a pretty fun evening.

The girls are very much amateurs. By this I don't mean that they are 'hobbyficks'. They are young and inexperienced working girls who don't really know their trade yet. They come across all 'vamp' in the lounge, but in the room, whilst willing, they show their inexperience. This was quite refreshing in a way after several weeks of almost continual attendance at Artemis.

I had the one session only with a dumpy little thing called Anka - a blond with decent tits but a bit of a tummy. What she did have was an endearing personality and a cheeky attitude that emerged as the evening progressed and manifested itself most clearly in the room when she fell off the bed from hysterical laughter as my intended CoB finish (30E extra) actually ended in my own face. She was so excited and happy at this extraordinary and new(to her) outcome that she rushed to tell all her friends (having had the decency to procure first my permission). I thought it was mildly amusing (it wasn't the first time I'd commited a 'Selbstbesamung'), but her delight and amusement rendered it a charming conclusion to a fun little session.

It felt comfortable to have Angus as company at KG and the fact that there were 2 of us made it easier to make it clear to the girls that we are not 'newbies' to the P4P scene who can be mucked about. This made it much easier to create an atmosphere whereby we were 'in charge' and could thus have a bit of fun with these 'silly litte girls'. As a consequence, it turned out to be a good evening.

I happened to go back to Artemis afterwards (I had popped in earlier during the day). The contrast upon entering the lounge at Artemis couldn't have been more stark. The girls there are so confident and professional, whereas KG had felt much more 'amateur hour'.

I enjoyed our evening at KG, as much as a distraction from the serious business of mongering as anything else, but I'd have no reason to go again. The looks and service from the girls just doesn't warrant a return (btw - there are pretty much no 'extras' available - CiM, CoF and anal are all 'off the menu'), and even at the 'all-inclusive' price of 99E for all you can fuck, I'd not be tempted to have another visit unless the quality of ladies took a quantum leap forward.

Recommended, but only if you know your way around the P4P world. If you are new to the game, go to a bordelle or an FKK first and find out how things are done properly, then you can pop into KG and enjoy a light-hearted evening's entertainment

Charlie

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Does anyone have a suggestion for finding a girl with really firm fake boobs? Porn star type girl with many of these: tanned, overdimensioned tits, fake nails, lotsa make-up, skimpy clothes, high heels. thanks![/QUOTE]
Sounds like your average nightly line-up of SWs on Oranienburger Strasse.

Be warned though: many have tried, few have been satisfied...

[QUOTE=Wiild]Do you guys agree that [K]ing George is the way to go? is there any other place I should look into? I have searched for strip bars but find no good ones. thanks.[/QUOTE]


I think I said pretty much all in my rather extensive report. I am surprised that you read it as my being negative about the place. It is rather a fun spot, just know that it not top tier and you do have to be on your toes. If you are a reasonably experienced monger (as I believe from your recent posts your are-Thailand, Columbia, Brazil Philippines-pretty good resume), stay on your toes and do not expect to meet Claudia Schiffer in the KG-and you like to have a drink or two, you should have a good time.

As for other places-strip bars (table dance) are generally a waste of time in Berlin. La Folie can be good as I think I mentioned. There are a handful of other places I am not too familiar with. Generally I find the whole piccolo thing annoying and it is a mainstay of the bar experience. But if you want to break trail and report, I am sure many gents here would read & appreciate. I know I would.

Have a look at my sort of out of date Berlin ISG guide. It does have a number of suggestions and I seem to remember some bar names and addresses. Under miscellaneous I think.

[url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showpost.php?p=776339&postcount=48[/url]

AM

[QUOTE=Gergiev]Sounds like your average nightly line-up of SWs on Oranienburger Strasse.

Be warned though: many have tried, few have been satisfied...[/QUOTE]

Interesting! similar to those window girls in Hamburgs Reeperbahn!?

I never really understood why pretty attractive girls invest $$ in silicone, nails, cloths etc to scam people on the street, isn't it cold, unpleasant and dangerous for them? better to become escort or work at artemis?

I actually get excited by just looking and takling to these girls before going to a more trustworthy place to fuck. Don't worry about me I keep my wallet at a safe place! :-) at what time should one go, when it's dark? Is it around the S-station called Oranienburger Strasse, 500m from Hackescher Markt?

Thanks AM, yeah negative have might been the wrong word. What I meant to say is that even you will not go back (Artemis is better quality) you described the place so good that I understood from your words that it might just be the kind of place that I like. som other posters would simply say "worse than artemis", which would not have helped me. and yeah, I have proven to survive in even the worst ripoff piccolobars without loosing too much $$. :-) I sometimes like it to be slightly seedy! :-)


I think I will check out 1-3 of these:

Mon Rouge Leibnizstraße 57 [url]http://www.monrouge.de[/url]
kamilla Dee Blissestraße 33 [url]www.kamilla-dee.com/english/frames_e.htm[/url]
New King George Grunewaldstraße 23 [url]www.bordell-grunewaldstrasse23.de[/url]

maybe even check out the Orangenstrasse rip off scene just to look and if I hear about a mega busty silicone escort girl I might even do that the morning/day after.

[QUOTE=Wiild]I have one fetish: Porn star type girls with big fake boobs: Does anyone have a suggestion for finding a girl with really firm fake boobs? Porn star type girl with many of these: tanned, overdimensioned tits, fake nails, lotsa make-up, skimpy clothes, high heels. thanks![/QUOTE]

I have not a lot of suggestions as I do not fancy this type myself. But I can say Jenna at Artemis has huge silicon knockers and is a sweetie to boot. Her make up thing is under control but on the high side shall we say.

You might also check out Liberty as there are a couple of girls there who would fit your profile I think. Diana is the only one I can put a name to though. I have not personally been with her but she gets good press from the Germans. Ukrainian I think. But as i go to post a link it seems she is no longer on the HP. Schade-these girls do come and go with alarming frequency.

You might also have a look here.

[url]http://www.ginas-busenstars.de/haupt.htm[/url]

Not sure about the silicon but this bordello seems to specialize in large breasted women.

And stay away from the street trade no matter how tempting they look. The are almost always a disappointment and specialize in giveing as little service for as much cash as possible.

AM

[QUOTE=Wiild]I have one fetish: Porn star type girls with big fake boobs: Does anyone have a suggestion for finding a girl with really firm fake boobs? Porn star type girl with many of these: tanned, overdimensioned tits, fake nails, lotsa make-up, skimpy clothes, high heels. thanks![/QUOTE]Well, this is something I am really into myself. My heaven from this point of view is Amsterdam (beautiful tanned blondes, huge silicon tits, 50€ suck and fuck for 20 minutes).

Berlin. Hmmm, not the right place I guess.

A friend of mine visited a busty blonde working on the street fitting your identikit. It was a ripoff, spent about 100 € for hand job and blow job in the bushes. Terrible! I would never try these girls in Berlin. But yes, these chicks are hot as hell. Maybe it is a good option to "charge up" with them, and then download in cheaper pussies.

In my next visit to Berlin I will visit, among the others, MONROUGE. Been there once, paid 70€ for 30min suck and fuck. It was a nice session with a beautiful brunette from Bulgaria (can't see her now on the website). Sweet, no rush, definitely to repeat!

I heard that if you go there in weekdays and not in the evening, it is possible to have a 1 hour session with 2 pops for 100€. Do you know whether it is true? I would like to taste Valencia or Emily. Any experience with these girls?

Have a nice day all you fellow lovers of the pink box!