Memories of River Palace Part I
I am getting prepared for my next trip to the FSU and while I still have not decided whether I will return to Kiev or head on an adventure to Minsk, I thought I would add my experiences last summer at River Palace right before it was forced to close. I have enjoyed reading others experiences and felt it might be entertaining for others to read mine.
As previously stated, my first trip to Kiev was last summer and other than a few 'do's and don'ts' I read online and a friend who agreed to meet me and show me her city, I knew nothing about getting around Kiev. After a few days of exploring and getting a feel for the city. Made easier by the fact I use to live in Budapest, Hungary (there are some similarities between the two cities, in my opinion). And the priceless advice from my Ukrainian friend. I decided I would venture to River Palace for some World Cup Football, some gambling and to see what the all the fuss was about with the nightclub. I bargained with a cab driver on Kreshchatyk and off I went to River Palace (RP).
Well, the first thing I discovered upon my arrival at RP was that the casino was closed as there are anti-gambling laws in Ukraine which I was not aware of. So, I made my way down to the sports bar to watch Germany play and to have a steak. Afterwards, when the game was over and the restaurant began to fill, I made my way up to the nightclub and paid the 100 UAH entrance fee to get in. Being my first time in a Kiev nightclub I was not sure what to expect. I had read that this was a popular hangout for prostitutes looking for foreign men but I wasn't sure what to believe. Immediately upon entering a small group of women in short skirts and heels took note of me. It was a strange feeling having a cluster of sleek blondes giving me long, aggressive looks. A lot of these women appeared rather attractive under the dim lighting. Not wanting to look overly eager, I made my way to the bar and order my customary whiskey-soda and looked around for a place to sit. The nightclub was starting to fill but the ratio of men to women was about 1 to 10 – odds I enjoyed greatly. All the tables were full save a number in the 'no smoking area' which was ideal as I don't smoke. I sat and observed my surroundings. The places was littered with all sorts of different looking women: sleek blondes in tight skirts and high heels; trim, sexy brunettes in tight jeans; a lanky red head who was dancing alone in front of a mirror next to me; a few heavy set women wearing too much makeup sitting with a couple equally fat Turkish guys.
However, I was not entirely sure that all these girls were prostitutes. I stopped a waitress who had served me in the restaurant and asked her if all these girls were prostitutes and she replied that they were. I ordered another drink from her and gave her a good tip for the info. It was then that I started to scan the crowd to find a girl.
While I was scanning the faces for a pretty one (it was difficult as the fat girls brought the fat Turkish guys on the dance floor which was both hideous and hilarious as none of them could dance) a young woman sat close to me. I looked at her and she smiled. She was pretty, slim and young looking. What most caught my attention was that she was rather conservatively dressed for a girl looking to make money. I asked if she spoke English and she said 'little'.
'What is your name? '
'Marina'
'Are you from Kiev? '
'No, I am Russian. I was born in Vladivostok but I am student here in Kiev'
'How do you like living in Kiev? '
'It is OK. I miss Russia, though'
'I see. How old are you, Marina? '
'19'
'You are very pretty'
'Spasiba' she smiled. 'I like your shoes! '
'Spasiba' I replied. I was wearing a new pair of Lacoste shoes I bought in Paris the week before.
'Can I buy you a drink? '
'If you like'
'I like' I smiled.
I motioned to the waitress who was holding up the wall and she brought over a whiskey soda for me and a chivas and pepsi for her.
'Ok, Marina, maybe we should talk business. '
'If you like'
I leaned over and spoke in her ear. I felt a little awkward trying to find the right words as it was my first time doing something like this but the whiskey made me feel a lot hornier than I was earlier and the lovely smile, soft curves and youthful Marina helped exhilarate me.
'How much for you? '
'Many, many' she said without hesitation (although she pronounced it 'Mangya, Mangya' but I knew what she meant).
'Oh, really? '
'Yes. How long you want? '
'Two hours at my flat'
'300 Euro' she replied immediately.
'No, too mangya, mangya, Marina' I said.
'I am not cheap girl'
'I noticed! How about 175 Euro and I want a BBBJ'
'No problem; 300 Euro' she grinned.
'175 Euro or no dice, Marina'
'I'm sorry but I want 300'
'Look, Marina, if I was one of those fat Turkish guys (I motioned towards them moving awkwardly on the dance floor and she laughed) then I can see you wanting more money to sleep with me, but I'm not. I am in good shape, I dress well, and I will treat you with respect'
'I don't go with Turkish' she laughed.
'Ok, so we have a deal? '
'No, I am not cheap girl' she repeated and sipped from her glass.
I wasn't going to pay 300 for her despite how adorable she was. I watched her stand up and adjust her jeans. She had a lean figure with a tight little ass and small, perky breasts. I figured she was probably 170 cm tall. The fact she was dressed like a regular young woman you might see on the street turned me on even more. I really wanted to get her naked but I still wasn't going to pay 300 Euro for her. There wasn't a woman in the club I was willing to pay 300 Euro for. 'Christ, ' I said to myself 'I'm in Kiev not Paris. The working girls should be cheaper here'. I told her it was nice speaking with her and if she changed her mind to come back and see me.
I got up from my seat as I wanted to stretch my legs and look around for another woman to speak with. I walked to the front of the nightclub and ordered a drink from the bartender. As I turned around to walk away a heavy set guy with curly hair and a Ukrainian accent stepped in front of me and put his hand on my shoulder.
'How are you? ' he said with a smile. I could immediately tell he was gay and had to stop myself from laughing out loud. I couldn't believe this was happening. I smiled at him politely and walked immediately towards a lovely, tall blonde sitting alone smoking with a bottle of champagne. Just before I got to her table I felt someone grab my arm. I turned around and held my breath. I thought it might be that guy again. Fortunately it was Marina who had scurried after me.
'OK. 175 Euro for two hours' she smiled.
She came back to my flat and I watched her take off her towel after she showered and crawled into bed with me. She was completely adorable and clean shaven. Her breasts were small but stood perfectly. I could tell she did not like to give head but she made up with her eagerness to fuck. Afterwards we laid still and talked in bed.
'Do you like Ukraine? ' she asked me.
'Yes. I like it a lot'
'I think you like here because of the many pretty girls! ' she laughed.
'Marina, do you have a boyfriend? '
'No'
'But you're so adorable! Why not? '
'I don't know why. I think guys at uni don't like me'
'Well, I like you'
'I can tell! ' she laughed and stroked my hard member.
'Can we fuck again before you leave? '
'Sure' she smiled brightly and opened her smooth legs for me.
As she left I paid her the 175 Euro plus another 25 Euro tip as she was so pleasant and enjoyable. I told her I wanted to see her again soon. After she left I thought about what had happened and decided I would go back to RP later that week and look for that blonde. Hopefully I wouldn't run into that Ukrainian guy again, I thought. Part II later!
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Memories or River Palace Part II
Not everything that I experienced at River Palace (RP) last summer was about meeting women. A few unusual occurrences resulted from just going up to the night club after watching a little World Cup and having a steak in the restaurant. There were times I would sit in the night club, sipping my customary whiskey and soda, and just watch what was happening. I enjoyed observing how some of the girls acted with the men that came into RP.
There was this one tall, sexy brunette (I think she was 180 cm at least) with a beautiful face and perfect round ass in her faded, tight jeans who was there any time I was. She always gave me long, deep stares and tried to make me smile, which sometimes worked. However, she would never approach me and I didn't feel like approaching her as I saw how she acted. On a couple of occasions she would be approached by a guy, they would talk and leave together. An hour later she would return by herself and stand around the front looking for another guy. To be honest, I really wanted to fuck her but I couldn't stand the idea that I would have to do so after another guy just had her. So, I always stayed away from her. Despite the fact she was smoking hot.
On another occasion I was sitting in the 'non-smoking'section having a drink and watching the floor. A blonde haired woman in her early twenties sat beside me and ordered a glass of white wine. It was not unusual at RP to sit at a table and have a woman or a few women sit at the table with you and not say a word. They would just smoke their Parliament cigarettes, share a bottle of champagne and wait for a man to speak with them. Anyway, on this occasion a blonde sat next to me and we started a conversation. Her name was Olga and she had grown up in Simferopol. She could tell I wasn't interested in her. She just wasn't my type despite her nice smile and fantastic cleavage, but I think she enjoyed my conversation. I asked her about her experiences at RP and she related them to me gladly.
'Olga, what is the most you have ever been paid by a man you met here? '
'500 American'
'What? How did that happen? ' I blurted out in disbelief. It had been my experience that $200 was the norm for a girl at RP unless she was exquisite and it was early in the night then the price was usually $300. Despite her sweetness, Olga was not what I would call exquisite and certainly not worth more than $200.
'It was a Russian man. He was fat and ugly. I did not like him and wanted him to leave me alone. I told him I was 500 dollars hoping it would scare him off. '
'And it didn't? '
'No, he agreed to$ 500 immediately. What could I do? I did not like him but $500 was too much to turn him down. '
'How was the sex? '
'I don't know, I can't remember' she giggled.
The following week I was sitting at a table near the bar braving the awful second hand smoke when an Asian guy sat next to me. He told me he lived in London, England and had a Ukrainian girlfriend who lived in Vinnitsa. He seemed friendly enough and we bought each other a drink and spoke about the Ukraine and the beautiful girls at RP that night. I got the impression he came often as the waitresses all said Hello, to him. He told me the Ukrainian girl he was dating was not pretty at all but she was nice and would make him a good wife. He also said he was not at RP to get laid but just to relax. It was at that point I noticed an absolute knock out heading towards the dance floor. In my opinion this girl was perfect. She was a tall, sexy brunette who dressed well – not in a short skirt and heels – but tight, black dress pants and boots. Her face was fresh and beautiful but something about her didn't fit into RP.
'Do you see that chick on the dance floor? ' I pointed through the blue haze.
'Which one? '
'The tall brunette'
'You like her, huh? '
'Yeah, she's fucking hot! '
'Go talk to her' he smiled.
'No, man, something tells me she's not a prostitute'
'All the girls here are prostitutes' he laughed.
'The Hell she is'
'want to bet? '
'Ok, you go and tell her your friend wants to speak with her. If she agrees to come over I'll buy you whatever drink you want on the menu' I said.
He got up and immediately went up to the girl and spoke in her ear. She smiled at him and said something in his ear. Her smile was perfect and I was already dreaming about those long legs wrapped around me in bed. When he came back he looked at me.
'You were right, she's not a prostitute. She told me she is just here with her friends dancing'
'What a dick tease that is' I mumbled, dejected.
'Sorry, man. Want another drink? '
'Sure'
I had a lot to drink that night and did not think I would be able to perform so I decided to leave RP alone. I got my bag from the cloak room and started up the stairs. It was at that point Olga, the blonde I spoke with the week before, called my name and approached me.
'Going home alone? ' she asked.
'Yes, I am tired and too drunk for a girl tonight'
'You don't want company, handsome? '
'Not tonight, Olga'
'OK'
Have a good night, Olga'
'You too, honey' she smiled kindly.
