Five Nights in Kiev. Day Two
After 14 hours of deep sleep I woke anxious for today's action. I had a 60+ message contact from Mamba due at 2PM. No call. No Mamba response. Why did she bother with all those messages?
By 2:30 I decided to roll the dice. Went back to Mamba and searched for currently online talent. Sent a half dozen messages and got a couple quick responses. Mostly stating $100 / hr. Called one and smelled a pimp. Then got a response that said $150/2-3 hours from a 27yo MILF that swore her pics were real. She showed up in 30 minutes and I bet the pics were shot last month. Talked for awhile, and moved off to the bedroom. Very nice round one, all covered, but DFK and real decent skills. We showered talked awhile and I thought she would move on. Wrong there. After a glass of fruit juice and some more conversation she led me back to the bedroom. I tried to explain that my recovery time was a little more than the 45 minutes that we had talked, but she wasn't having any of that. After a LONG session, and a thoroughly explosive finish it was back to the shower. She still wasn't making any moves to get dressed! We talked some more. We grazed on the goodies in the fridge. Listened to music and acted like teen lovers. Total GFE except for the condoms. She finally left at 9:30. With the hefty tip I ended up paying $200 for nearly six hours with this great lady. Can't get rates like that on the streets in Tijuana. If it weren't for my absolute NEVER repeat policy I know what the next three days would be spent doing. Total jackpot experience.
Since my body is 10 time zones off from Kiev, I'm real wide awake at 10PM, so I figured despite being thoroughly wrung out it was time to explore the club scene. First stop Rio. Now it may have been an off night, or maybe I was on the wrong floor, but I sat there through the entire lineup, a couple times. Two and a half hours and I had two on my list as dooable. I like slender, and most of these girls have tummies. I counted a couple real 3's, plenty of four-sixes, a couple sevens, and one eight. Maybe my standards are high, maybe an off night. My regular stomping ground is Hong Kong Club in Tijuana and I have to say this place is lame by comparison. What's with a strip club without nudity? Might as well have been in California. I sat with one of the real cuties through a couple drinks, we'd had nice eye contact while she danced through the couple sets I watched. We had great conversation, she wants to be a model. Took her off for a private dance, which was hot. Finally the bottoms came off, but in a pretty dark booth. Thought I might as well see if I could set something up for tomorrow. Not happening. She "never" leaves the club. Now I'm not bad looking, well dressed, well spoken, and I don't stink, so I was a bit miffed but figured I had picked the wrong girl. Sat back down, and my number two candidate was just getting on stage. Didn't invest in the drinks this time, but went for two REAL hot dances. Popped the question, and got the same damn line. OK a long time ago I learned that strippers get a kick out of teasing, and a good WG likes to see her customer satisfied. This is not the place for me.
I moved on to Shooters. Some times a situation just makes me feel like an old pervert, and this was one of them. If there was anyone in that room within 15 years of my age I sure didn't see them. Did a quick exit and moved on to Buddha. I felt more at home, my slacks and sports jacket weren't glaringly out of place. There were some amazing looking women, so I decided to suck up another sparkling water and see what would turn up. Didn't take long and I was asked if I would like to buy a drink. She was a solid 8. 5, natural blond, blue eyed EU classic. Conversation quickly came to the $500 / hr point. Best laugh I've had in weeks. Sure glad I was still feeling far from needy though, damn she was hot looking.