I have been mongering in TJ for the last 2 years, but never enjoyed professional sex-workers elsewhere. My job “forced” me on a trip to Europe in late August and early September and these are the reports of my mongering enterprise through Russia and Germany. Some events were so impressive that I remember them in detail, almost like playing a movie in my mind.

Some experiences were only enriching, but not really to be repeated, some events blew me away like nothing in a long time.

Thanks to a business-class-upgrade my flight to Moscow (the longest in my life) was fairly pleasant. My company had booked me into the “Golden Circle” hotel. The reservations were handled by the travel agent my boss usually works with. Golden Circle Hotel and is listed as luxury class hotel. It is central and ideal for the meeting my colleagues and me had to attend. I only had learned 3 days before my flight where we were staying and knew that it wasn't one of the hooker hotel, like the Cosmos Hotel.

http://www.moscow-hotels.net/golden-ring-hotel/rooms.html

Moscow in late August was nice and warm, the city is big but on the first view not as chaotic as I expected. We stayed for 2 days and 3 nights and I only saw the center and the area around the hotel. I knew I wouldn’t be brave enough to venture into the mafia-run brothels or strip clubs, so on my first night I checked out the hotel bar at my hotel.

Slavic women are not really my type and most of the women at hand were older and wore too much make-up. I couldn’t make out if there were working girls around and left after a few drinks.

Having a really bad jetlag I woke up at 4 am and worked all day the second day. Some of the people I met talked about going out partying on the last night, the third night of our stay. I was still very insecure and said yes to the plans of hitting some of the regular nightclubs the last night, but had nothing to do the coming night.

I didn’t want to spend 2 out of my only 3 nights in Moscow alone in my hotel room. So this night on my way into the hotel I asked the bellboy if he knew of some ladies who “would be willing to join me for a party in my hotel room”. Most of the staff spoke English and I did not see any mongering going on in this hotel, so I was quite nervous and prepared to be dismissed as a sick American creep.

However, the bellboy immediately knew what I meant and knew that it meant business for him. He asked me what I wanted. Even in my early times in TJ, I never used a third party, never used a waiter to meet a girl. I always wanted to make the contact myself to see how it went. The few times I had a waiter bring me a chica at LC or BT it was usually a bust. But here in this country I simply didn’t know how to do it any other way.

The bellboy and I spoke quickly about women and he asked me what actresses I like to get an idea of what girl might be my type. I told him I liked Jennifer Lopez and Selma Hayek, hoping he would know of some latina look-a-like from the southern areas of Russia.

He told me he knew someone I would like and I should wait in my room. I was so surprised that I forgot to ask how much I would have to pay and what would happen if I didn’t like his choice.

I took the elevator and wet to my room. Sitting on the bed I was getting more and more nervous. Fantasies of mobsters robbing and killing me, a syphilitic whore without teeth and more were flying through my mind.

I opened a beer and tried to relax. About 45 minutes later to knock on the door came. I opened and in front of me stood the bellboy and a gorgeous redhead who had as much to with Jennifer Lopez and Salma Hayek as Gwyneth Paltrow. She introduced herself as Olga and spoke perfect English with this typical dark and sexy Russian accent, which I never thought I would like.

I immediately thought: “Gosh Rob, this girl must cost a fortune.” She stood there and smiled and I didn’t know what to do. The bellboy quickly took charge and asked me if I would like to invite her into my room. I was confused and said yes, not even thinking about tipping him. Later I learned that he gets his share from the girls and that the whole thing is set up quite professionally.

Olga and I stood in my room and I asked her if she wanted something to drink. I expected her to get down to business telling me her price and how much an hour with her costs. All I was afraid of is that she thought I was some big shot ready to spend big $$$, while in truth my budget was tight and I had plans to spend most of my mongering budget in Germany where I had gotten some tips about the local scene.

Nothing like this, she smiled and said she would like some orange juice and sat down. The smile of this woman was radiating and I started to think that she could by far be the most presentable working girl I had ever seen and been with.

We made some small talk and finally I asked her how much it would cost me to have her stay with me. She replied: “Do you want me to stay all night?” I most have flushed immensely and I mumbled: “Yes, I do.” She smiled, but it wasn’t the smile of relief, like the one I had seem on some of my favorites when they realized that I would keep them for an extra night and they would be able to pay the rent. No, this woman managed to fake a smile that seemed genuine and truly made me feel good.

I realized that very few professional girls in TJ were able to be that entertaining and accompanying. Olga told me it cost $750 to keep her the whole night and that I would have to pay upfront, because she would give the money to the bellboy who would take his share and made sure that she was safe.

Man, has anybody ever landed that hard? My mind almost imploded of disappointment. I told her that I would not mind paying her the money, but only after the night… You all know this kind of discussion. If this discussion lasts longer than a few my mood is gone and I never strike a deal. We must have negotiated like Stalin and Roosevelt and after a few minutes, she became mad and left the room leaving the door open.

The bellboy was still outside and after she had left, I was expecting a shake by him and already prepared a defense in my mind and was certain I would not tip or pay for anything until I was ready to close a deal with a lady he brought.

However, he came into the room, apologized profusely and promised to do better the next time. I told him my days in the city were numbered, but he promised to bring me a girl within the next 30 minutes.

I don't know how he could get them that fast, but had nothing to loose since it was already 9 pm.

Sitting in the room again, waiting for the second girl I drank some coffee and watched CNN. This time the knock came within 20 minutes. I was not as excited as the first time and even a little pessimistic about the chances to really find a good girl through my contact.

Just walking through CC and AB gives one the opportunity to check out 50 chicas within a few minutes and than I often don't find one that interests me. What would the chance be with only 2 girls?

I opened the door the bellboy was alone. He said the other girl was coming any time and I should be patient. I just smiled and my doubts were getting stronger by the second. He probably didn't even have a second one...

But just a few minutes later a woman came and talked a few words in Russian with the bellboy. I don't know what they were talking about, but it sounded like a fight to me. However, all Russian sounds like fighting to me.

She introduced herself to me as Olga and I laughed. Her English wasn't as good as the first girl's, but she understood that I was laughing because the first 2 women I met in Russia used the same first name and the ice was broken. We sat down in my room and she told me her "real" name was Rada. At this point I thought that this would just be her second fake name.

The bellboy obviously didn’t know who Jennifer Lopez or Salma Hayek and Rada was as close to any of them as Nicole Kidman. She was about 5'6" with great legs and blonde hair, but not quite as classy as Olga. I must add that I didn't have sex with a blonde in more than 10 years and Rada was absolutely not my type. She was too tall and too blonde.

However, sometimes attraction is difficult to define and for some reason I was attracted to her like to no other blonde before. I asked her how much she would charge and she said $60 for 30 minutes and $100 for one hour. I asked her how much for the whole night and she said she couldn't stay the whole night. I must have made a very disappointed face and she smiled and said that the next time, if a called ahead, she could arrange to stay with me for as long as I wanted.

I told her I would therefore go for the 30-minute session and she nodded, opened the door and said something to the bellboy after which he walked away. I realized how vulnerable I felt, not knowing even in principle what they were talking about.

She turned around and switched off the lights, leaving us only with the small light over the desk. I thought to myself: this girl must be one of the hotel regulars since she knew exactly how to work the room.

After some brief and sexy stripping she stood in front of me just wearing a red thong and bra. Her body had 0% fat, her blonde hair was just shoulder long, curvy and her skin was absolutely amazing and soft.

She kissed me neck and ear and gave me a marvelous 5-minute BBBJ. I didn't do daty since I am always reluctant on the first date with a working girl that I don't know well, but the sex was very good. At no point our mouths came close and she fucked me on top and doggie. I came in missionary, but even than she made sure that we never kissed.

The whole act was not rushed and she was clear and sensual and professional at the same time. Most good sex with working girls in TJ I had when I felt that they loose control and either are drunk or orgasm themselves. I never had great sex with a working girl who clearly just did a marvelous job.

I paid her the $100 and asked her if she wanted to return the next night to spend the whole night with me. She laughed hard and asked me: "So you liked it?" This was such a cool and fun attitude that I couldn't resist and asked her what she did for a living. That was a big mistake and she immediately stopped smiling.

I dropped the issue and returned to our negotiations. She said she would be glad to see me again, but it would be $1000 for the whole night. The following night was a Friday and she said she would always charge more money on weekends.

I said this would be way more than I could pay and that she thought I was a different kind of man and that my boss paid for the whole trip and the nice hotel. She smiled and said that she could see me tomorrow at midnight and would only charge $500 for the rest of the night. I should be happy since I would get the better part of the night for just half the price. This comment again was so relaxed and cool, but the way she said it made me truly interested in her and wanting to see how waking up next to a girl like that would feel.

I closed the deal and we agreed to meet in my room at 12 am the next day.

I slept very well this night and the next morning I was proud to remember that my first outside of TJ mongering was success. The first few times of mongering in my life, 3 years ago in TJ were a disaster. It was clear that the knowledge of the mongering hobby learned in one part of the world could be used in any other part as well.

And I was happy I didn’t fall for the first girl, although it turned out the Rada charged even more for the whole night.

The second day in Moscow was all work for me again and I regretted that I couldn’t meet Rada sooner. Maybe I would have had the courage to bring her to the outing with my colleagues just to see their faces, but most likely I would have chickened out anyway.

Since Rada I am were not to meet before 12 am, this was no option anyway. I even looked for the bellboy to see if he could give me her number so I could arrange to meet her sooner, but I couldn’t find him.

At around 10 pm I was getting more and more nervous. And was expecting this date with Rada with more jitters than most regular dates I had in my life. I returned to my room at 11 and the waiting seemed endless.

Finally at 12.01 the knock came. Maybe Russian hookers are more punctual than Mexican, or maybe it was just a coincident? Rada wore a black cocktail dress and looked even more stunning than I remembered.

I greeted her and she gave me a brief closed mouth kiss. I was thinking that it almost felt like a true second date. She asked me right away what I had planed to do. Truthfully I responded that I had no clue. Of course I could have tried to get as much fucking done in this night as possible, but I also thought that I could be a little adventurous and see what happens when I leave her in charge.

Many of you may think that this is stupid and that I get less for my money, but even with a hooker, sex is not everything. In TJ my best times in the beginning were when I told my date that I was new and had no clue what to do. If you are sure about the girl (this obviously only works with girls one has tested and knows at least from one or more sessions) you can get great surprises and many cool places in TJ and around I know from the TLNs with my first 2 favoritas.

Rada looked surprised and may have expected to spend the rest of the night horizontally. She briefly thought about something, than smiled and asked: “Do you want party?” And said: “Yes, why not?” I knew I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Unfortunately I don’t remember most of the rest of the night to the same detail, as I should. But it was one of the most memorable nights in recent years for me.

We took a taxi; actually she called one and drove to a restaurant with piano music. I was surprised how long the restaurant was open since one rarely finds a place open for food after MN in TJ.

The place was half empty and it was very romantic. Rada was sitting next to me (always make sure not to sit across the table from your date, because you don’t know what to do and how to make contact). We were holding hands and if we were in a restaurant in San Diego anyone would have thought we were a regular couple (okay I was substantially older looking than her).

The food was mediocre and the name of the place was written in Russian, which I absolutely do not read! However, the ambience was nice and gave us time to talk in a quiet atmosphere. Rada was very happy that I wanted to go out, since she was hungry and had a very stressful day. I was thinking: “Great, now she is telling me about her children and the demanding customers she had before me.” Many chicas in TJ do that and it always works in turning me off.

Not so Rada, she was talking about her job. I don’t want to go into details, but as far as I understood she worked as a teacher and used the job at night to save to buy an apartment in Moscow.

Besides a brief chat with a student at Miami, who only worked as a ficheria and didn’t even want to go upstairs, I never had an educated working girl. This explained the thoughtful, funny cynical remarks from the night before which made me interested in her so much more.

She was very interested to hear about San Diego and the USA. We didn’t talk about TJ and I kept to my story of doing all this the first time. I don’t think she doubted this since I truly was clumsy and must have appeared as a newcomer.

At around 2 am we left the restaurant and she looked at me with bright eyes, asking where I would want to go now. I was still very fresh and energized by all the new experiences and told her that she should make the call where to go.

She looked at me again, checking if I were up to what she was considering and finally decided on something. We went to a nightclub almost like the ones in New York: velvet rope, bouncers and a very well dressed crowd.

Rada took me by the hand and we passed the ropes and the bouncers without stopping. Everyone seemed to know her. Inside the music was all American, loud and people dancing all over the place. Again I didn’t get the name of the club, but for anyone who knows Moscow, the interior reminded me of the old Studio 54 in New York.

Rada seem to know everyone in this club. I found myself standing next to her and the busboy understanding absolutely nothing, not even being able to make out if they spoke English or Russian. A few minutes later the busboy guided us towards the back and we took a booth in a more quiet area of the club.

This became very interesting and although I didn’t notice that we ordered something someone brought us a bottle Vodka and ice. I immediately thought of all the warnings I had read about in foreign brothels where the drinks cost more than the fuck. But this was no brothel, as far as I understood Rada introduced me to everyone as her “American friend” and even if this was foul play I was too deep into it to pull out. I suddenly realized that it was very risky to trust this woman so much.

I didn’t even know where I was and what exactly was going. In my first months in TJ I always felt in control. There were always people who spoke English around and who I could turn to, but here everything was so foreign.

The busboy spoke to me like we were very good friends and seem to think that I landed a score by being out with Rada. BTW, he also called her Rada, which made me believe that it may have been her real name.

After he left we both drank some Vodka. She seemed to enjoy herself genuinely and it turned out that she had worked at this place as a hostess before turning to her more recent work. The people here didn’t seem to know that. That was at least what she told me and that was the reason why we didn’t have to wait in line or had to pay for the drinks.

Every time Rada went to the ladies room I spilled some of my Vodka under the seat hoping not to be too drunk to at least have some sex before I passed out. She didn’t seem to notice and after a few more rounds and some dancing she was a little buzzed herself.

More and more Rada started to laugh, hug me and even kiss me on the mouth. My sick mind kept thinking that the booth was almost made for a lap dance, wondering how a Russian lap dance would be like, but I didn’t want to spoil the GFE.

My plane wasn’t leaving for Germany until the afternoon and my first meeting in Berlin was on Monday, so I didn’t need to rest and could do all the sleeping on Sunday if necessary.

By the time we left the club it must have been 5 am and I was perky as ever. Somehow this jetlag screwed up my hormones so badly that I didn’t seem to need any sleep? Rada asked one of the bouncers to get a cab and within 10 minutes we were back in the hotel.

Suddenly I panicked: What should I do if the clerk would not let us through. I had only registered for one and they may realize that she is a working girl.

Nothing happened, we were greeted like any couple returning from an exhausting night out. In the room Rada started to hug and kiss me with “real”? Passion. I don’t remember ever being that excited. We showered together and she gave me a great BBBJ in the shower and I returned the favor by giving her oral in shower too. One of my favorite acts is to eat a girl’s ass in the shower while the water is running down her back. I almost never do that with a chica since I am concerned about the obvious hygiene and STD’s. One could argue that Rada didn’t even have to carry a heath card like the girls in TJ and that she saw me at MN obviously after serving another customer.

However, at this point in this night I lost many of my good thoughts and inhibitions. We moved to the bed and I continued giving her oral, licking her all over and every time I slowed down she pushed my head down between her legs again. For all I know I think she really had orgasms and was the first girl in a long time that I had sex with and squirted. Thinking about this right now I am getting as scared as excited. Obviously one can catch a lot of STD’s by doing what I did and in a more clear moment in my life I would have run into the bathroom washing my face and my eyes as soon as possible. In that night I was way too excited about all this and continued to have one of the better sexual experiences of my life.

I don’t know how long we had sex, but it was as real as with my novia and I passed out holding her in my arms being absolutely happy.

When I woke up the next morning the condom was still on my dick and Rada was sleeping on her stomach. Her blonde hair (BTW she was a real blonde) was covering her face and I felt too good to imagine that this was all just a paid sex-worker who served me. How could something like this happen to me? I had no language, didn’t know anything about the country and just asked a bellboy if he knew how to get me a girl. Now I was waking up next to Rada the blonde nymph who gave me one of the best nights I ever had with woman, even counting the GF and novias.

When she woke up, she smiled, stood up to brush her teeth and proceeded to kiss my neck and ears like the first night. Obviously we were back to business and she was providing the morning-fuck. At first I was a little disappointed: so she didn’t fall in love with me J. After a few seconds of kissing and HJ I was too excited to think. The sex was good but she clearly was not really into it.

I had to meet my colleagues at 1 pm and wanted to eat some breakfast with Rada in my room. She liked the idea and over breakfast she asked me more about my life, if I had family, my job etc. The last night we had talked about philosophy, her job and books we both had read. This morning it felt like she was making small talk. Jokingly I asked her why she was asking all the questions about my life in the US and if she was thinking to get a Green Card through marriage. She started to laugh and said no she would only marry for love. I told her I liked the idea; but that I would love to see her if she ever comes to visit California.

Many of you guys traveling Asia and other countries must have dealt with this situation: You need to leave, the girl and you connected beyond the regular customer – worker relationships and now you have to end it with dignity. My time with Rada was short but intense and I still believe that the sex that night was real for her too, as the time in the nightclub was.

I put the money ($500) on the nightstand and started to pack my suitcase. She was ready to leave and gave me her phone number to call if I ever wanted to return back to Moscow. I didn’t know what else to do and kissed her goodbye.

Sitting in the cab to the airport with my colleagues I must have looked like a zombie and began to understand why many of the guys on this board write these endless trip reports from their first time mongering outside TJ. This was so mind-blowing and was sitting with 3 people I knew in a cab and couldn’t say a word about what just had happened.

In summary: I spend 3 nights in one of the best hotels of Moscow, one night alone, one with a 30-minute session including BBBJ, 3 positions and one TLN for $500 after MN. I didn’t get to see any brothels or strip clubs, but it seems that one can find girls even in the best hotels of the city, but the price is definitely higher than in TJ. However, the quality of the two girls I saw were far beyond what the ZN has.

Olga (aborted after negotiations about payment upfront), 23, red hair, 5’8”, not more than 120 lbs, TLN $750, English 10, Looks 10

Rada(one 30 min session, one TLN) 25, blonde, 5’6”, no kids, from Ukraine, TLN $1,000, 30 min $60, 1 hour $100

This is the end of part 1, I promise the second has more details and is more concise.

"Sitting in the cab to the airport with my colleagues I must have looked like a zombie and began to understand why many of the guys on this board write these endless trip reports from their first time mongering outside TJ. This was so mind-blowing and was sitting with 3 people I knew in a cab and couldn’t say a word about what just had happened."

Yea, that's one of the funnier aspects of this. You want to shout and laugh and tell everyone what you had been doing but you can't say a word. It gets even worse the closer you get to the US and become surrounded by American women who look at you like you're a bug. You want to just flash them and walk away with a smile on your face.

Robertx:

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RobertX:

How did you handle the air pollution?

RobertX
Great report on your foreign tryst. I think you did very well being alone in a foreign environment and going out with a stranger.
Bit turned off by pricing of TLN though.

Assuming that you can bring girls back to your hotel, its almost as easy to head over to Night Flight, a/k/a the world's greatest whore bar, and hook up with one of the rather striking girls. They offer $300 for the night, but you can bargain them down.

Better yet, go to Chesterfields and get a girl for all night for $100.

Chesterfields no longer exists, its now Marty and Doug's Boar House. Also, given the influx of $$ into Moscow, I don't know if the $100/night still holds.

I went there a couple of weeks ago, but just to check it out, I didn't have a hotel room that I could take a girl back to for the night.