Nudity, a question of culture
[QUOTE=Crazy Travel] Are they really totally naked inside?
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As usual, the international mongerer needs understand the local culture. In Germany like in other Northern European countries, nudity is no big deal, the only issue is temperature. Everyone is naked in a regular sauna. And if a German likes the naked FKK environment, it's probably because it gives him the feeling to be on his annual summer beach holidays. It may be reminds him even his first teenage flirts on a nude beach. :) Yes, we are far from the US mentality of guys spending hundred of $$$ just to watch a stripping girl!
directions question for FRA experst
Does anyone know how far is InterCityHotel Frankfurt Airport from the Palace? and what would be the best way (inexpesive) to get from one to the other. Thanks
On Her Majesty’s Shagging Service. Palace 26th Nov.
“M” gave me the mission. To fly over to West Germany to investigate reports of the machinations of a new master-criminal EARNSALOT BLOW-VELT. Or “BV” for short. This sinister shadowy figure was reported to be running a brothel codenamed “PALACE” in Frankfurt, with a sinister plan to make huge amounts of money at Ignatzmicer’s expense. I also had to investigate that miss Moneygrabber had also been suspected of deserting MI5 to work with BV himself, under the alias "Lena from Check Republic", Then I was to marry Diana Rigg, get her shot in the snow in the Sour Valley on the drive back home and make a full report to the board!
Flying in to Koln/Bonn from Liverpool (first class of cours) on Easyjet, I picked up my Aston Martin DB5, cunningly disguised by “Q” as a Renault Modus from Europcar. The likeness was incredible.
My first stop was to meet with Secret agents Wim and Woofie for some background reference work at Goldentime in Dusseldorf on the Thursday night and then with a suspected “Palace” collaborator called Fed, at “World” in Giessen with his henchman, the warily named “Desert Fox”. From there, I would scout the untainted local talent at World, then meet the two of them, with the local guide “Daedelus” at “Palace” to investigate the crimes of the new master Criminal
The Goldentime part went exceedingly well. Anita from Hungary (not the “World” Anita giving excellent service of an hour and a half full GFE for €150, followed by a forgettable, but nice Sarah Michelle Gellar lookalike for a half hour €50 quickie. All well here, club untainted, girls clean, welcome good, cost effective, friendly, return visit a MUST.
Then over to world on Thursday to meet Fred and DF. I managed a two and a half hour session with a great Girl called Michelle, full GFE, full just about bloody everything. After becoming desensitised to endless naked pussy Fred and I went to the Havannah bar in Linden on a pass-out, where great finger-food and even a complimentary “mini-beer” cocktail was had, served by super-fit happy waitresses. No trace of BV here then. It was here that Fred suggested going to PALACE the next day. I agreed, and went back to World for more investigation before the big event. A quick session with a little vixen called Maria confirmed that "World" was in excellent shape, with lots of new raw talent and good service everywhere.
Back at the Etap, I dropped Fred off at his room and opened my orders. Here, I heard about BV’s dreadful plan.
He had created an airless hell hole in the middle of Frankfurt and filled it with a newly created race of “UBER-HOOKERS”. Each one had huge silicon inserts cleverly located near their brains that turned them into remorseless money making machines, capable only of saying “ja, ja, fuck-me satsi” and variations thereof.
The Girls were to be easily recognised. They would have white lace-up Grecian style sandals, straight bleached blonde hair, black eyebrows, a harsh face with a hook nose and plaster of paris to fill up the laughter lines. Huge black cakings of mascara were likely to be found around the eye-units. Each girl would be called something like Daniella or Amber or Nadine and would be totally indistinguishable from each other. Presumably this was to keep maintenance costs down.
The worst was yet to come. BV had developed a disgusting virus, named after himself! It was supposedly totally harmless to men, and he was supposedly using it to infect these girls. It would make their pussies stink like fuck, and putting the man off his session to cut time. Therefore, the sessions could be repeated more often, the punter kept alive to be milked again, and the girl never gets told because the man feels embarrassed and makes excuses for his own inability to continue. ABSOLUTE GENIUS!!!
After a nice long chat with Fred and Daedelus at the Exchelsior I was primed and ready, not believing any of this. I had been to palace the month before, and was unimpressed, but nothing indicated anything this bad. We drove down, using M’s Tom-Tom navigation system supplied to me by the office. I walked into the hell-hole Palace, hoping to see uber-babes, but was shocked to find the most slovenly bunch of raggety mutts ever to grace an FKK club. Fred muttered something about it not being too good tonight so I soldiered on, trying to find evidence for the report. My instinct after an hour of this, was just to walk out in disgust. But unfortunately I didn’t.
I already knew the facilities here were a joke for a real Sauna man, having had a so-so trip there the previous month. No pool, broken spa bath, and chlorine smell creeping around everywhere, but at least the food was good. Notable were the tattooed muscle men from World who came in just to couch action the girls. Later they would fuck them of in short time. This amused me whilst waiting for the “real-girls” to walk in.
Then it happened. It was like invasion of the clones. The AmberDaniellaNadine creatures walked in. Dozens of them. Immediately, many of them started creeping up to the Maori wannabies from “World”.
Feeling scared, my first contact was with a known reference Girl, the truly excellent Leanna from Ukrane. One quick 20 minute session and she had me finishing in quick order. No problems here.
Later on, completely unable to find any girl that remotely looked interesting, real, or even attractive, I got fed up watching D and F go with their known favourites (who were not my type) and watching them have great sessions.
I got suspicious though, because these “good” providers were booked solid with private appointments. I could not get a session with Maria, for instance who was reasonably attractive to me, because she was booked solid in three-four hour appointments. On a more sinister note, the other providers were turning tricks with onerous regularity in short bursts. I should have been warned!!!
Desperate for a fuck, I braved the Nadia Clone. Being the best of all of them, I had high hopes of the silicon barbie-doll with the heavy black eyes.
In the room with Nadia, she seemed a nice enough person with some vague regard to her professional standing. She asked me to relax and did the BBJ thing almost well, but a bit hard, probably hoping I would come straight away. Failing that, she (surprisingly) invited sex, by opening her legs and crassly rubbing gunk over the whole vulva area, and it turned to a yucky white mess as she did it, whilst pretending it was masturbating. I then went quickly to missionary hoping to finish quickly, but then the problems really started. One hand over the front of the vagina to prevent body contact at that point and another hand on my chest to prevent upper body contact. The ecstatic shouting was hilarious. A total joke. Then the smell started. It was true!! The BV virus was working a treat. I went to doggie to bravely try to defeat it, but I had to stop. Whole session time - FOUR minutes! I even made the excuse I was too sore to carry on, so as not to hurt her feelings. I paid her the full 50 euros and she told me it was best if I went home!!!!!
I then did not shower and went straight to Fred and Daedelus for verification. They were in the Spa . I thrust my unwashed hand, which was now only a fraction as smelly under their noses in turn. Daedelus nearly threw up and Fred actually ran off and ordered me to wash my hands before entering the water.
A worse session (if possible) followed with Check Lena. (AKA Miss MONEYGRABBER) I have had better service in my WORST Asterdam window sessions. I got: “I’m too busy to talk, do we go to the room or not?”. Along with “I will not lie down beside you, I am tired and I may go to sleep” and “Your dick is not hard enough to fuck” - which is a self fulfilling prophecy, after refusing any foreplay. I got five miutes of sucking. I then just wanked off with her helping me; in order to try and get my money’s worth. I then joined Daedelus in the Kino.
Daedelus was pissed off because he could not get time with his baby. Fred was pissed off waiting for Katerina for yet another session with her, although we had some fun watching her with a guy in a kino, giving only the kind of service I would expect as normal at World or Goldentime. Fred, after timing the session to the minute managed a last session by jumping in just after payment. Comment of the night from Fred as we watched the current customers performance in the Kino.. "Ah look, He's soft already, he he he ". Cruel, very cruel as Fred waited there with fresh towel and wallet in had.
I drove off in disgust for breakfast at "World" the next day.
I drove back over the snow covered sour valley, failed to find Diana Rigg, and flew back to compile my report.
Mike De-Havilland