Moscow!!

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Stole this great report from WSG forum, thanks Doctor Skank. It reads like a western Bangkok...Feel like somewhere life makes sense somehow... Any feed back on the place?

Random, dizzy

 

Love it it or hate it, Chesterfields (or as it is commonly known CF, Chester or Doug and Marty's Boar House) is a Moscow mecca, or an icon, or even an eyesore... but most usually just a black hole. A black hole that sucks in expats of all national origins races and colors, for better or worse...

 

I have developed a sort of indifference to CF. The rumours that it may be razed to make way for a casino do not worry me too much. As if that is just what Moscow needed.. another fucking casino. Lets petition Luzhkov. What Moscow needs is more whores, better-looking and better-priced ones... and most of all, more places to pick them up. But who is listening to me anyway?

 

Given my indifference however, I should really like that place more than I do. I have had some great pro experiences there... mixed in with several average ones... but rarely could I actually complain about what I got. And when I did get something unsatisfactory, it was usually MODF. My own damn fault.

 

Sure there are the price issues? you actually have to talk the girls down to $100 now? even 18 months ago it was the standard price, no questions asked. Now it seems $150 is a more realistic price? which is still better than paying $150 for the trash the tochkas have largely reduced themselves to, but makes you wonder if choosing something tastier from the internet for the same price or less might be the better option? or maybe adding $50 and shelling out $200 at Night Flight for something at least superficially more upscale? not to mention the $200+ yet delicious and highly reputed Shandra, Safari Lodge and Oh la la options. Big Bro AJs $4000 5 babe sex a thon? That?s what its all about, but beyond what I am willing to pay. Does conjure up images of supreme debauchery though? way to go man!

 

But CF does have its charms on occasional odd nights. Aside from the pros, I've even taken home numerous normal girls from there, some of remarkable quality. It is a simple technique. If she looks too cute, nice and innocent to be there, then she really is in the wrong place. And I rescue her from herself.

 

But on this weekend I wasn?t interested in paying for women or making an effort to pick up a freebie? I just wanted to watch the Super Bowl. Little did I know at the time, but CF would decide to toy with me on this Sunday and in doing so, set me off on an adventurous 48 hour roller coaster ride through the space and time continium which I still have yet to truly understand or fathom.

 

It began on Super Bowl Sunday, that day in which the American football championship is

held. Of course it is every American's patriotic duty to watch the Super Bowl, even if one doesn?t like sports. I do like sports and love the Super Bowl... even though when watching it in Europe one has to stay up impossibly late... in this case kick off was at 02:30am.

So sometime shortly after midnight I made my way to Chesterfields. Actually I had watched the Super Bowl at Chesterfields last year too... and also had a weird experience. I am already booking my Sunday there for next year.

 

Still, before people come to party at CF on Super Bowl Sunday, I must warn you. Chesterfields on Super Bowl Sunday sucks. It really does. There is low ***** turn out because they know the only people there on this night are going to be Americans who actually stay up to watch this overly-hyped and hopelessly long game, clueless unfortunate Europeans who didnt know that THIS Sunday was somehow cursed and the usual motely crue of idiots sans frontiers house clowns? if you?ve been to CF more than twice you?ll recognize them. They are fun to watch the first few times? but after you?ve been there a few times over the course of a year you realize that they are always there and you wonder if Moscow State U has some sort of dorm complex in the back for wayward students and unemployed foreigners without enough money to fly home.

 

Anyway, I arrive and the club is half dead. Thankfully Ca_T is there, even though he is already half way out the door and strongly considering heading off to greener pastures, namely his new favorite haunt Safari Lodge. We talk shop over something that remarkably actually resembles American bar food and he springs the shocking news that he is goin' back to Cali.

 

Wish him all the best and his family health. What he has meant to this forum is known to all and I value his friendship, wisdom and advice.

 

On this night he is not all that interested in watching the Super Bowl, and he threatens to leave... but thankfully a few surprisingly decent non-pro girls did trickle in and the spirit of Super Bowl Sunday induced him to stick around.

 

At this point I am actually quite drained from a marathon St.Pete adventure during the previous 4 days with Roger Mellie in which we redefined clubbing to an art form.. and nearly destroyed our bodies in the process. Our livers have been reportedly found behind the speakers at Magrib. Must have left them there when they ceased to function.

 

So I have decided to take it easy in Moscow on this Sunday. Ha ha. The game didnt start until 02:30 in the morning, so we waited and danced a bit and drank a bit and talked shop. Ca_T was raving about the strip clubs, so much so that I decided to put them back on my to do list after a long hiatus.

 

Returning from the dance floor after a brief and largely uninspired dance, I pick up my beer, a Stary Milnik from tap, and notice the foam looks funny. Kind of yellow on the top instead of white. I think it is probably just the bad light in the club and drink the beer anyway. A poor decision. About 20 minutes later I feel like the life has been drained out of me. Like a vampire had sucked out my will to live. I can barely stand, my arms are heavy and my legs are weak. I can almost not speak... I slur my speech and suddenly look really drunk, even though I only had a beer or three. I go up to a girl I am interested in and mumble "mmmfga jksig nnnmmm". She looks at me like I am from another planet, one that she never cares to visit. I realize that I am shot. I go to Ca_T and tell him that I am really "wasted" and tired and must go home immediately. The look on his face is one of shock. Sure he has seen me drunk before... even really wasted... but never this bad. I assume it is the exhaustion from St.Pete combined with a few drinks and tell him that I have to go home. I am wrong with my diagnosis.

 

So I stumble out to the taxi driver and tell him to take me home. My brain is no longer working correctly. I dont know how I told him where to go, but somehow we are headed the right way on the Garden Ring. When we get reasonably close to my apartment I suddenly tell him to stop in let me out. I have become paranoid. I dont want him to know where I live or put myself in a situation where he could try to to force himself into my apartment. I am beginning to realize that something is very wrong, very abnormal. This isn?t simple drunkeness. I get out, paying him 150 rubles. Unfortunately my dysfunctional brain made me get out at the wrong location. Same general area as my apartment but about 20 minutes by foot from my apartment... and it is about -20 outside. I am slowly freezing to death, but dont feel anything of course. I am Linkin Park numb. Had I passed out there and gone to sleep in this weather I certainly would have gotten frost bite at best, at worst frozen to death or been mugged. Or if I was lucky, been picked up by the militia and sent into the holding tank with the vodka whores and the bomzhi. Would make for an interesting short story but a disturbing prospect in retrospect.

 

But I am still functioning somewhat, albeit like a robot. I somehow make it home, taking backstreets to avoid the militia, whom I dont want to meet in this condition. At this hour anybody walking alone along the street will be questioned by the militia.

 

Somehow I get in the apartment, how did I remember the door entry code? At home, I collapse fully clothed on to my bed and sleep very very deeply. Comatose without the tubes.

 

I awake the next day at 11. Luckily for me, I was clever enough to schedule my first biz appointment at 1 pm. I quickly don my Hugo Boss suit and attempt to polish my shoes, pausing ever few seconds to collect myself. I am seriously fucked up. Unfortunately my destination is Himki, that remote and hopeless suburb of Moscow, the one you pass on the way into town from Sheremetyevo.. but somehow I make it out there. I meet the customer. We discuss business. I pull myself together as best possible. Amazingly enough, the meeting goes well, even though I am like a zombie. To this day, I still dont know what we discussed or how I got to the appointment. I dont know how I got back or what I did that afternoon. Follow up emails confirmed that the meeting was a success, but I must have been on autopilot because I don?t remember a fucking thing. Not even what the guy looked like.

 

That evening I met another business partner, a friend of mine, and had dinner. I dont remember where we ate, what I ate, how I got there or how I got back. I have no idea what we talked about. It is gone. The memory erased.

 

Little pieces of what occurred are coming back slowly with time, but only very slowly.

 

No, it wasn?t simple drunkenness the night before.

 

I piece together the puzzle a bit and realize what has happened. Somebody had drugged me, slipped me a mickey. Somebody put a strong narcotic into my beer.. maybe some leftover nerve gas from the Nord-Ost hostage "rescue"? Why they did it I dont know. I assume it was to rob me, or maybe done out of spite or maybe some creep had drugged the wrong beer and had instead hoped to drag a helpless unconscious girl home. Who knows. Not me.

 

That night, I go to meet Shos at CF. I feel recovered, but obviously am not. At first the club security doesnt want to let me in, saying that I am drunk. Club security at CF is out of control. Totally goonish, they have the ?security fee? racket in hand. Either nothing can be done about it, or nothing is being done about it. But it seems to have stuck. So add 500 rubles to any price the pros quote you. Fucking sucks. Anyway, the goons are off target. I havent had anything to drink yet... I just look strangely distant. The Iwo Jima 1000 yard stare. They let me in after I produce my passport and start making some sense. Inside we drink and dance. My good friend Shos looks at me and realizes something is wrong. I tell him and my other friends there the story of my drugging, everybody is in shock. The drugging of expats is an occasional occurrence, but very rare. Or so I thought.

 

I notice that I still am not functioning correctly. My eyes look like zombie eyes. The drug is still affecting me. Shos will have to remind me of what we did that night, because I simply dont remember most of it. Did we go to Paris Life and then return to CF? No idea. Hit another club? I don?t know. But somehow we did end up at CF in the end and we started chatting up two girls. One of them reminded me of the girl I wanted to fuck in high school but never did, so I move on her. Speaks only Russian. Good, I wanted to practice my Russian anyway. That is all I remember about that night. Don?t remember going home, don?t remember any details about anything.

 

The next morning I wake up in bed with the two girls from CF. I dont know their names. I really dont know how I got there or how and why I ended up with them. I look around the room. MTV Rossia is still on the television. Condom packages on the floor. An empty bottle of soviet champagne is next to the television. There are some glasses with juice lying next to the bed. What the fuck happened that night? I wish I knew, because it looks like I had a lot of fun!

 

It is about 11 am. I prop myself up and look in somewhat amused amazement at the two nude snoring ?princesses? lying next to me. Supple young bodies and undeniably CETF, but still I want to kick the girls out and attempt to resurrect myself and the day? but I cant find the key to the apartment. I must have hidden it somewhere in a paranoid measure to make it difficult for the girls to steal something from me or maybe John Bobbit my cock and throw it out the window. I underestimated the girls again. If they wanted to, they could have. My cock is still attached and thanks to the fucking Cialis I took, it would jump to attention if I even so much as thought about sex. I was a corpse, nothing more?.nothing less. But still a sexually potent one.

 

Somehow this fucking ?date rape? drug, even after more than 24 hours, is still affecting me. Making me both a bit paranoid and slow thinking but somehow fantastically wild. I finally and inexplicably find the key in a worn Adidas shoe and kick the girls out, giving them 100 rubles for cigarettes. They?ll buy Parliament?all tramps do. They were actually quite nice girls and not true tramps, at least cute and young, but I really dont want to see them now. We exchange phone numbers and I enter them into my Nokia phone as girl1 and girl2 since I dont know their names and am too embarassed to ask. I remember one was from Latvia, but that is all I know. I forgot their ages as well, but I assume they were about 18.

 

I shower and change clothes and briefly meet my only true current gf? Katya? at Stereo Cafe, one of my favorite places. I send Katya away after about 1 hour, since I am supposed to meet another girl I met on the internet in a few minutes. I dont know why I want to meet this new girl, but I do anyway. She seemed really interested in meeting me. I am still totally out of it... not functioning normally.

 

I meet the girl, Olessia, at McDonalds and lacking another idea, I take her back to my apartment. It is a brilliant move. We all know that all that really matters in seducing women is getting them back to your apartment. Every Russian girl knows that once she goes back to your apartment, she has unofficially agreed to fuck you. OK, it doesn?t always work out that way? but almost always.

 

Olessia looks better than her ICQ photo? young and thin, with green slightly oriental eyes. Vaguely Penelope Cruz-esque without the odd ugliness, she exudes an unexplored sexual nature.

 

She seems nervous. She is 18. We go to my kitchen and I offer her a drink. She doesnt want one. I do. Baileys. Fucking standard chick drink that every fridge should stock, but its all I have and it tastes good.

 

We talk. I am very nice to her. Calm. Even though I know she is interested I am not aggressive and not pushing the issue. Not attempting to weave any web of innocent deceit and half-truths. I even tell her to be careful with foreign men, even men like me, to not fall in love with them just because they are initially interesting. I tell her to not to fall in love with me because I will just go away all the time and it is impossible for a foreigner, young and with a bit of money, to have just one girlfriend in Moscow. Even though it isnt entirely true (I once did have a serious girlfriend in Moscow and I was faithful to her because she gave me everything I needed and more)... I still tell her this, because it is true 95% of the time. She seems impressed by my honesty, yet seems very naive. I am doing my best to keep her from being interested in me. It is an odd situation, as normally I would just jump on her. She is cute and 18. That usually works for me.

 

She then says "I must warn you, I am a virgin". I am not surprised, she seems so uncertain. I hold her hand a bit and after a short while I see that she really wants me so we begin to kiss... at least I think we did. I dont remember much really. But I do remember that a short time later she asks if I have a condom.

 

At this point I seem to understand her... like she is on a mission to lose her virginity. I have only "known" her for 1 hour. Of course I am not going to disappoint her and traumatize her with rejection... and of course I think if some one must do it, then it should be me since I will try to do a good job...

 

So we do it. She struggles and her inexperience is evident (she confessed that she had only ever kissed a boy once), but remarkably the "event" is very nice, very sweet and she seems to enjoy it and be happy with it. No orgasm on her part, but that will come with time. Do girls ever orgasm the first time? That must be the ultimate male achievement, to bring a virgin to orgasm. But it didn?t happen this day. She was a bit cautious, conservative and scared of course, but I?ll continue my instruction at a later date. She?ll come around. She has a lot to learn and I love to teach. She?s my new project.

 

Circumstance restricts me from another lesson though. Within about an hour I must send her home. Another date is due to arrive.

 

I quickly clean the apartment a bit and Oksana arrives.

 

Oksana is a girl I met some time ago, but with whom I didn?t expect much continuation as she has a Dutch boyfriend with whom she is supposedly serious. When we met, we made out like bandits and groped each other and danced like Brazilians at carneval? But on that initial encounter her friends watched us like hawks and kept ?reminding? me and her that she has a boyfriend.

 

Nonetheless, I maintained contact and our attraction was really too strong to be denied.

 

Oksana is a different creature when she is alone and says she wants me as a lover even though she has a boyfriend. I want her in theory but by this time I am absolutely drained sexually. I really wonder if I can muster up the strength to "service" Oksana but I know I can't say no and send her away sans sex at this point, because if I do I may never get the chance again to enter such an ideal relationship... cute and sexy girl who has boyfriend and doesnt want to have a relationship but does want sex... and lots of it. I dawns on me that I am out of C. Thankfully she has a great body, with very nice tits and a great figure? and her attitude is perfect She calls herself my "naughty girl" and likes me to treat her like... a naughty girl. Lots of slapping and debauchery. It really is ideal. Exactly what I adore. So I have to do it, and do. We fuck and it takes forever, but I finally finish.

 

Shortly thereafter, I send her home and I have a few minutes to reflect on who I am and where I am. I really am not sure.

 

I still really am like a robot or a zombie or a banshee or something because I am not really controlling myself... but admittedly I am having a wonderful time... even though I "forgot" to go to work or have meetings on this glorious Tuesday..

 

About 2 hours later, I try to kill the drug by drowning it in alcohol. Unsuccessfully.

 

That night, I go out again with Shos again and we hit 5 or 6 clubs. On a Tuesday night. Papa Johns, Parizhskaya Zhizn, CF, NF and some others? I don?t remember much. But I do remember that I am not interested in meeting girls because quite frankly I have tortured my "tool" with too much sex and it hurts...

 

We party all night and have many adventures... a few images remain? the hopelessness of Papa Johns (Latin and Spanish guys, Tuesday at PJ is your market! Girls want to samba! Go there! But the rest of us can forget it!)., the joy in talking NF whores down to $150 and then dumping them there at the bar, arguing with pathetic yet significantly problematic Feis Control goons, the defeat in going home alone? it is all good and a part of Moscow, that fucking horribly wonderful town? but come morning? alas? my adventure ends...

 

So if you are in CF, do keep a good eye on your beer? you?d probably like to avoid getting drugged. Although in retrospect, it really didn?t turn out that bad for me after all?

 

Moscow is a overpriced megapolis. But still some kind of paradise.

[torrenova]

I've got a mate in Moscow who I've been out with on numerous occasions and I don't know why anyone would need to pay for a jump. It just isn't necessary.

[Guest]

A bit puzzled you just came up with that reflexion, a lot more in this report than P4P.

Moscow has some Wild West aura , I get the feeling we gotta go there before it gets too civilised - although it doesn't seem to be on the way.

So you've been there?? More input about the place welcome

[Guest]

Guys ! Liven up that thread !

 

http://zna.nu/searchgirl_eng.php

[Guest lazyphil]

Ol'ga

[Prosal]

Random, I personnaly find russian girls the most arrogant, mercenary and unpleasant bitches on earth ..... be also careful with the WSG euphorics reports, and check the 'pictures' sections, most of their so-called 'attractive and fresh stunners' are in fact unfuckables hardcore cows.

 

Anyway, Moscow being ranked 3 in the World's most and least expensives cities Survey (Buenos Aires being 141) is a BIG turn off for me !!

 

 

[drogon]

I totally agree with prosal

 

Moscow is very expensive

P4P scene is also very expensive

Moscow women are almost as unpleasant as the ones of saint-petersbourg.........

 

if you want to meet russian women, pleasant etc....... go to urkaina or in russian cities where foreigners (almost) do not go.

 

I forgot to tell you that I overall do not appreciate russians as they are far too racists for me.

 

I never felt so badly than in russia

[chilli13]

right just liike we dont pay whores for sex in bkk ::

 

russia is indeed still a wild west europe, but unfortunately also an expensive ones at least for the occasional visitor...

 

of course there's ways to have fun sexually just like in any city on the planet if approached in a sensible way.

 

whores do cost money & so does GFs & price range of $100 given a shot seems pretty standard. dont expect more, but your 'GFE' may give you a second round unless she's a virgin of course & haven't found the joy yet

 

god story random ::

 

p.s. my best russia fuck was indeed in touristy sct.peter & the magrib imaginary freebie turned out an amazing all night $100 fuck even she wouldn't go with me untill 2nd 'date'

poor teachers need money as well & boy was she sweet & horny ::

not many BGs surpass her enthuasm, beauty & good value...

[Guest]

We meet the usual suspects again in this thread

 

Felt distressed by the first answers but Ib blowed once again a stream of hope in the Regional Sanuk

 

I think Pierre Woodman started to fish girls for his porn flicks in Russia, good fishing if I believe his artistic career...

 

Plus many of the birds on the znq.nu site are gorgeous...

 

Well, I kindda worked today and am looking for a flight to Colombo this week end, time to wake up another lost thread

[Guest]

Russian girls!!

 

A very very heavy night out last night, and one totally hot and hot asian bird kissing about everybody in l'Etoile, the mecca in Paris for foreign birds looking for free champagne and lot of money, kissing, dancing and competing very easily with russians, black and mexican (yes, mexican:: )= bounty hunters. We're downing a Bombay Sapphire bottle than another one, plus champ for the ho's and everything is very vague from then on... Outside at closing time bright sunlight already most of the birds are in a cabriolet... and ALL speak russians!! asked the 2 asians if they're siberian , the hot one says "yes how d'yaknow? " and falls on me along a metal barrier and we all fall on the BMW of a "L'Etoile" staff and he's pissed off, and when I point his 320d is brand new but still a lousy car doesn't make him happier and cops come and it's another happy ending story but wonder if my car is still on the walking path where I left it last night.

Another great night. Another work day wasted.

A dow is flying off, just in yet another sky...

 

Wanna go to Russia!

 

Be sane.

Pay taxes.

Have kids.

 

But mostly drive faster