RE: Hello...Russia
Last night was interesting. Here we go....
It's Sunday night, so we are grasping at straws as to what to do. We look up what is advertised, and plan was to hit each one until we find one with some girls there. First place was a karaoke bar, dead. Second place was a bit of a trashy club, bingo.
This was the place where we hung out with the bartenders and she gave me the fake number at first, etc. Go inside, somewhat lively for a Sunday night, about 50 people, and 70% girls. So far so good. We go inside the karaoke room where the bartender was, arm all over a guy (of course), she sees me and comes over and gives me a big hug. She is completely strung out on some drug - I've been around people on drugs before, but she was just gone. Get some shots, head to the main area.
Oh before we go two blondes walk in that side karaoke room, I start speaking to them and they start giggling once they realize we are American. But they leave and head back to the dancefloor.
We go there, table of 3 girls smoking cigarettes so I go there and pretend I don't know how to ask for a light in Russian, eventually the girl gives me some matches and I ask her if she speaks English. She blurts out laughing, says yes, then we chat for a second before I move to her hotter friend. Let me describe the three girls first:
- Megan Fox clone, 20, hottest one. Let's call her MF.
- Curvier girl, 21, amazing breasts (seriously couldn't stop staring), tounge ring, belly ring, tattoos over her breasts. Still skinny. Let's call her Tits. However, she has this type of face I hate. I can't describe it, and most people will find it fine and even cute, but it looks like a family member of mine's face that I don't like very much, so I hate it. But...good body and tits!
- Matches girl, superb body (had those v-lines going to her crotch), dressed like 80s girl with thong hanging out and bra exposed, but...smelled so so so bad. The best way I could describe it is take a Burger King trash can that hasn't been emptied in hours (half eaten, old whoppers), take a bucket of black peppercorns, somehow explode said peppercorns and mix it with the aforementioned trash. I've never been so visually attracted to a girl while at the same time being so olfactorily (is that a word?) repulsed. Smelly will be her name.
So Smelly despite her looks and body is just completely out of the picture. When she walked within 5 feet of me I knew she was there because I got punched in the face with that smell. She looked super horny too, so that's a shame.
Anyway, I talk to MF for a bit, she is not very responsive to me so I go over to Tits, who is very responsive. My buddy leaves smelly and goes to MF, and I later learn she is just shy not cold. Should have not given up so easily, but no harm as my buddy started to work on her. Anyway, everything is going well, we are talking, no drinks are purchased for them, and we go to the side room so Smelly can sing. Before that however, one of the two blondes from the karaoke room earlier is at the table next to us, and keeps looking at me, smiling and sticking her tongue out. I decide not to leave Tits because she was already receptive and given equal looks, I will always go with younger and more receptive, which she was.
Or course, Smelly despite her rank is one of the best singers I've ever heard. She does a rendition of Whitney Houston's I will always love you and it's American Idol worthy. We get shots of vodka there ($2.50 each!), have some drinks then go back to the dance floor. By now we are paired up with the girls, dancing, rubbing them, etc. Nobody goes near Smelly.
Tits asks me what me what my plan was after, and I retorted "cooking you breakfast." She suggested we all go back to her place. I told her let's go to ours (assuming she doesn't have a 2 bedroom), but she wouldn't because she had to be at work at 7am. She tells Smelly we are leaving, Smelly starts licking Tits' tits and for a second threesome pops in my mind again, but honestly I would have declined - THAT'S how bad Smelly smelled.
So now off we go, and I'm just thinking about how wonderful those mammaries will look exposed, how we will fuck them, how big her apartment is, etc. We get to her place and its a dinky dilapidated studio apartment. Great what now. She puts down some blankets for my buddy and MF, and I get in bed with her. She refuses all my damn advances. Not even a makeout. I try three times to initiate, she keeps slapping my hand away.
Meanwhile, my buddy is 5 feet away from me going at it with MF. Tits hears the kissing and starts making "ooooh!" sounds and I put my hand over her mouth and tell her to shutup, as I know that some girls are shy about hooking up in front of their friends, so the last thing I want this girl on my left doing is making sounds to interrupt the flow of my buddy's progression. Finally Tits falls asleep, and I'm trying very hard not to move so MF thinks I'm asleep too so she'll fuck my buddy. Problem is I'm on my back and I can't fall asleep that way, and if I turn to my side the bed will squeek. So I hold position and have to listen to all this heavy breathing. I'm just hoping she either starts moaning and they bone, or she says nyet or whatever so I know the advances are over and I can turn and go to sleep.
Finally he gets the nyet, after some light fingering (he told me later, I wasn't watching). I turn, go to sleep. Wake up at 8am to some sound, Tits had overslept her work. She gets up and changes and runs out of the house, I go back to sleep.
On a funny note, I started taking zinc this week and I believe one of the side effects are more vivid dreams. Well being blueballed that night I guess led me to having a sex dream, and without going into details it was very lucid and I was about to nut, when I got woken up by MF making some random sounds. That would have a very funny present to leave Tits on her bed.
Of course, we ask MF to call a taxi for us, and she "has no credits on her phone." This is despite making about 6 calls immediately preceding this request to god knows who. When we left the club, Tits used my phone to call the taxi too. Are these girls really that hard up for what probably amounts to a 10c call?
We leave, get back, and after looking up MF on vk.com or whatever, my buddy finds her instagram and she has several pictures of her with a guy, kissing, holding hands, going out. He says it was the same guy on her phone. So yup, MF likely has a boyfriend. Which is fine, we don't care but just adds to the shadiness of these girls.
Important side story... While Smelly is singing in the karaoke room, around 2:30 a.m., I get a text from a random number (translated from Russian):
Her: Hi, how are you?
Me: Good, you?
Her: Also good, what are you doing?
Me: At a club. Who's this?
Her: Anastasia )
Me: Where are you?
Her: Home
Me: Is that an invitation?
Her: I want to see you tomorrow.
Me: Ok, I will cook for you.
Her: When? Where?
Me: My home, 9pm.
Her: Ok
However, I am not sure who Anastasia is. I changed the name for privacy purposes, but I think it's the cute 18yo scam artist from Friday night. Interesting. I say I think because I thought her name was something else, and it is another phone number not the one she gave me. However I know one of the girls from Friday was named Anastasia, the name she gave me was close, and why would one of the other girls text me and not her?
Not sure what to make of this situation. First, I don't even know for sure it is her. I'm 90% sure it was her, but again, it was a random #. Yet several times we've had girls have multiple phones for some reason. Second, given the burn last time, should I even see her tonight? I guess I have nothing to lose if she's just coming over here, plow her with drinks, make some food and go for the bang. Only cost is I was supposed to see the girl I banged again tonight, but maybe it's worth it to take the risk. We'll see, she could easily have just been hammered last night and will flake tonight.
Super shady, this girl completely ditches me on Friday night now agrees to come over directly to my house. Last night the girl with the tongue ring, belly ring, tats over her tits turns out to be the prude, whereas the shy, cute one takes a good fingering a few feet from two other people. Spend 5 hours with a girl in a night? I'll never see her again. Spend less than an hour with two girls? Threesome. I thought Ukraine made no sense, Russia's on another level.
I hate it, yet cannot turn away. Each night is a new surprise.
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