The city was surprisingly clean and I really didn’t notice that much pollution. If it wasn’t for the Cyrillic, I would think I was in any other developed city. I grew up in New York and now I was feeling strangely at home. When we got to the Downtown area I called Kyle from Moscow-star.com to give the driver directions to the apartment. Shortly after we arrived at a large apartment complex. Kyle told me the apartment number, but those crazy Russians don’t use a conventional numbering system to know what floor you’re on. All the apartments started with a 2, but there were 11 floors in the building. There’s really no way to know what floor the apartment is on from the number. I had to call him back to get the floor number again.
I was extremely impressed by the apartment. It was a brand-new studio with the brand-new smell. Kyle was there waiting for me with some other people that appeared to be putting the finishing touches on the place. When I say brand-new, I’m not kidding. The place was completely new top to bottom. I was the second person to stay there and the first was only there a couple of nights. I said to Kyle that it looks like you did the place at Ikea, and I wasn’t wrong. There’s about 3-4 Ikea’s in Moscow; my kind of town. He told me every apartment he has is 100% new just like this one. I did take the cheapest one, but felt like I was in the most expensive. At $115 a night, it was less then half the price of any decent western hotel. Pics and details of the apartment can be found here: http://www.moscow-star.com/apt2.html
It was approaching 7pm and I was getting antsy to start checking out the Moscow scene. I also had about 30 numbers of girls from the internet who wanted to have dinner. Time was precious. I had less then 36 hours in Moscow and had to make the best of it. Through emails from the week before I had narrowed it down to the hottest girl that wanted to get together, and 18 year old from St. Petersburg who was going to pay her own way to Moscow to come see me. She was due in at noon on Sunday and said she was going to leave that night. Ok, I have about 17 hours to immerse myself in the Moscow pussy scene with another shot tomorrow night.
Kyle went over all our possible game plans. We could dress up a little, and head over to NightFlight to watch the girls come in. He wasn’t a real fan of the place, but said they had some nice looking, albeit expensive talent. What’s expensive? The going rate for girls there is anywhere from $150 & up for an hour or so and from what he tells me the attitudes are pretty bad. If you eat dinner there you can avoid the $25 cover charge. I don’t have much time, and I’ll take his word for it. What are the other options? We decided on dinner at an Italian place near what used to be called “Chesterfields”. It’s now called Doug & Marty’s Boarhouse, but is still referred to as “Chesterfields” or CF for short. We stopped an internet café and the St Pete girl sent me an email saying that she couldn’t get a morning train ticket. She will be leaving at midnight and arrive in Moscow at 8am, and could I please meet her there. Oh shit. Now I’m really on a time constraint.
We met up with another WSAer, had a great dinner, and went over to CF’s. We got there pretty early around 10:30pm. It seemed like a normal large bar type of place to me, but of course it has that wonderful “hook” of being full of prostitutes. I was warned though that not all the girls are P4P, but the ones that aren’t usually leave by midnight. Kyle has a CF VIP card and we were waved through without having to pay a cover. As you enter there’s a coat check on your right, followed by the bar that goes along the left wall about 50 feet or so, tables in the middle and far right, and all the way in the back is the dance floor. I thought the place was pretty crowed, but Kyle said that I won’t be able to move in here in about an hour. He wasn’t kidding.
Ah, now the important stuff: the woman. You like blonds? You’ve come to the right country. I would say 2 out of 3 women in this place were blond. You like ‘em tall? Check. While not monsters, there were quite a few as tall as me, if not taller. Looks? Well, to be honest, it wasn’t like my first time in Rio. I wasn’t standing there with a shit eating grin on my face with drool coming out. Don’t get me wrong, there were some truly hot women in here, but something was up with the vibe. We already passed the mid-night hour so it was at the point where all these chicks were pretty much available. But I’m here over an hour, and the only girl or two that even gave me a looks were skanks. What the hell is going on here, I mean damn, I’m decent looking, and at least 20-30 years younger then 80% of the guys in this place. This is where I need to learn that Dood, you’re not in Rio anymore. This may be a hooker bar, but the game is the same as it is at a normal bar. You have to be aggressive and make the moves. Maybe not the case if you an old looking sugar daddy type. But at 31, I had to prove myself or something.
I really tried at least making eye contact with a few to no avail. I finally settled on this hot little Ana Kournakova looking type and tried to get close but two guys stomped in. I watched from afar and it just seemed like they were all these ice-queens. The two guys departed and I tried again to make my move. I got close, tried some eye contact to no avail. I actually said “Hi” and was pretty much ignored with a half-smile and a look away. Not the kind of vibe I want to take back to the apartment. Maybe she wasn’t working you say? She was, Kyle confirmed that she’s had some good reports. I tried and tried, but I just could not get a good vibe from any girl in the place. This was not turning into the night I hoped it would. I asked Kyle what our other options were, because I was just not “feeling-it” here. I’ve put so much pressure on myself to make this a great 2 days that I end up not able to pick anything!
He told me earlier that around the corner from my apartment is a “Tchoka”. Basically this is a big line-up of girls that you pick one out and she’s yours for the night. Thinking it couldn’t get any worse, we headed back to try it out. It’s about 2am now and I’m running out of time. If you’ve never seen or done the Tchoka thing, you’re in for an experience.
We walked to the end of a dark alley, and back there are parked 2 vans and 3 cars. As you get close, you can see that they are all full of girls. As you approach, a woman comes up and asks what you want. There are basically 3 options: $70, $100, and $150. They certainly know the numbers in English. Apparently, because it was so late, we only had the $100, and $150 option. Kyle said $100, the woman steps away and starts making some wild arm gestures like she’s a ref at the world cup. Then the magic begins. About 40 girls line up in a semi-circle in front of us. Luckily, another car was there checking out the action as well. From this, you’re supposed to pick someone out. I kind of just stood there for a minute taking it all in when Kyle said, “So?” Nothing really struck a chord so he told the lady to call the $150 crowd. There was another series of arm waving gestures and the $100 girls disappeared with another 40 or so coming out and taking their place.
Kyle said I could post this pic of his to give you an idea of what it’s like. This doesn’t give you an idea, this is EXACTLY what it’s like:
I’m pretty sure a couple stuck around, but there was defiantly a bunch of new faces there. I really felt pressured to make a decision, and boy do I hate that. A lot of these girls wouldn’t even look at you. A short-haired brunette caught my eye and I went up to get a closer look. She was really cute, just my type and appeared to have a pretty decent body. I said “ok”, paid the lady, and we made the minute-and-a-half walk to the apartment.
We stopped at a kiosk along the way and picked up a couple of beers and some water. She was really quiet, and spoke no English, or so I thought. It was about 3:30am now and we’re sitting in the apartment watching MTV, she’s chugging beers I’m drinking water and it’s pretty awkward. I’m really not quite sure what the protocol is here. I’m still in “Rio monger mode”. Relax, take your time, no hurry, make the girl feel good and comfortable and you’ll have a great time, right? Well, this awkwardness continues for about another half hour. I attempt some conversation to no avail. She also makes a couple of phone calls. I finally get a little fed up and point to her and to the bathroom to go shower. She nods no. Hmm, maybe she just showered? She then writes on a piece of paper “house 3:30”. Then points to herself and makes a sleeping gesture. What? You want to go home to sleep at 3:30?? I look at my watch and it’s 3:00. I say “no no no” and get up to go shower. This time I take my pants with all the money in it with me. Anything else of value is locked up in the safe.
I come out of the shower, turn off the TV, fire up some nice mellow dance music on the i-pod and get on the bed and motion her over. So we start messing around a bit and I try to get the clothes off her. It’s a bit of a struggle, so I motion to her to take them off. She rolls her eyes and starts stripping. Hmm… I shrug it off start playing some more and do the finger test. Oh boy, this one ripe. I figure for $150 I can at least get a blow job and a quick fuck out of it. I point to my cock and she says “no”. Huh? So I make the clenched fist fucking move and she makes the sleepy motion and says “I house”. Ok, this is the part where the nice Dood decides to step back. I’ve pretty much raised my voice to a level anyone else in the building can hear, and don’t quite remember what I said. She just shrugs. I point to the door. She gets dressed, and then holds her hand out saying “Present?” The look of utter disbelief on my face must have scared her because she high tailed it to the door. It was locked from the inside with the key so I had to get my naked ass out of bed and let her out followed a quick slam.
Ok, now what. It’s about 4am now and I’m steamed. I have 4 hours until St. Pete girl shows up. I called Kyle telling him what happened and he said I could go back there and get another girl, but don’t expect any money back or a discount. Fine whatever. I need to get laid. I got dressed, when back down and they did the lineups again. I wasn’t about to drop another $150, so I set myself for picking someone from the $100 line. After about 5 minutes of looking I settled on the only one that smiled. I figure this should be a good sign. She was wearing a short skirt, knee-high boots and had a decent body. The face… well, um… I don’t think even her mother would give her a 5. I paid the $100, and we made the short trek back to the apartment. During the brief walk she told me she was 19 and from the Ukriane. Yeah ok, who cares.
I wasn’t fucking around this time. As soon as we got in there I got naked, and pointed her to take a shower, and like a good girl, she did. I was waiting naked on the bed when she got out, and she got the hint. She went right to work. A very skilful BBBJ. I was really enjoying this, especially not having to look at her. This probably went on for about a half hour. Ok, now was fuck time. Lets do doggy ok? Rubber on and I’m pounding the hell out of her, and she seems to be loving it. All right! I started doing a little ass play which wasn’t met with any rejection so I tried to stick it in her ass and she said no. Well, when a woman says no, I listen. I don’t think I could really handle any position that would have me looking at her so I told her to suck some more. I blew in her mouth and she drank it every drop like a thirsty marathon runner, and didn’t even run to the bathroom. She just kind of laid there licking my dick for the next half hour or so while I smoked. This isn’t bad I thought. Then she started again! Another great BBBJ! I didn’t feel like fucking anymore, so I just let her go with it. Great mouth muscles on this girl. She must have been down there about 45 minutes while I just sat back, relaxed, and smoked. I busted another nut and again, she gobbled it up like a champ. No running to the bathroom. Good to the last drop. Nice.
Strange thing about Russia this time of year, the sun comes up at 4 AM. So, it was about 6:30 or so now and a decent amount of light in the apartment. I got this girl coming in about an hour and half, so I need to get her out of here. I make the sleeping gesture and point her to the door. She happily obliges, gets dressed, and asks for a present. Honey, I’ll give you anything if I don’t have to look at your face. I gave her 100 rubles and she seemed pleased, and I was then $253 poorer...
I took a quick shower and shot these pics from the balcony before I headed over to the train station.
Kyle taught me what to tell a cab driver to get me to the train station. I wrote it phonetically in my cell so I could remember, and spent about an hour practicing it. Lengradsky volksol! Lengradsky volksol! Lengradsky volksol: The Leningrda train station, I think. Well it worked. For 100 rubles he took me over to the train station where I finally found the 8am train from St Pete. The girl was really easy to find. 5-9, green eyes, and long blond hair in those tight little braids. I cant remember what their called. She really stood out. I was surprised, and greeted with a nice lingering kiss on lips.
This one was really a ball of energy. The absolute last thing I needed after not sleeping for the last 36 hours. Her English was fantastic, and the accent was so sexy. She told me she had not been to Moscow since she was 4 years old and there was so much she wanted to see. I said “Great! Me too! But could we go back to my apartment first?” Somewhere on the way back to the apartment I got a second, third or fourth wind, lost track, and was doing ok. When we entered the apartment building she had this look of astonishment on her face. I asked her “what’s wrong?” She said “It’s so clean in here.” This was in the lobby. I thought it was kind of old and run down looking, but apparently it Waldorf level by Russian standards. If she has this reaction to lobby, I couldn’t imagine how she’ll freak out when she see the apartment.
Well, she freaked. She was like the kids in Willy Wonka when he opens the door to “everything is edible” room. Unfortunately this amazement only lasted a few minutes and she wanted to head out to see the city. Off we went. I got the “See Moscow in a half a day” walking tour. We somehow managed to cram in Red Square, The Kremlin, some theatre thing, the street where all these artists and vendors sell things, the subway and a bunch of other stuff. While I’m glad I got to see all that stuff, by noon, I was just about dead. Some pics I shot are below. Sorry for the blue tint, I forget to set the white balance. Also, since she’s not a “working” girl I cut her face out of the pics she's in.
About 12:30 rolls around and I tell her that I’m really sorry, I was out “partying with some Americans I met at a bar and haven’t slept. I’m really beat. Could we go back to the apartment and relax a bit?” to which she replied “Sure!”. Well, it’s all magic from there. My 74th wind kicked in, and thank god I took a cialis the night before. We both ended up falling asleep and waking up around 5:30 for round 2. This girl fucked like a Brazilian. Russia has been saved.
She then informed me that she would like to go get something to eat before she catches the 8pm train back to St Pete. “What?? You’re leaving already?” “Yes, I have university in the morning.” Damn… ok.. So we went to the American Bar & Grill had a nice meal, and then I dropped her off at the train station with promises to come back soon. She told me she would be waiting.
I got back to the apartment around 8:30PM, talked to Kyle about my morning pick-up for the airport, and completely passed out. I woke up at 4am, and the driver was going to be picking me up at 5 for my 7am flight back to Zurich. So I had 2 nights in Moscow and spent one sleeping; all the more reason to back and find out what this city is really about.
