Bombay (Mumbia) Massage Parlor Submitted on 8/8/98 by Anon
I recently returned from Mumbai and realized one thing: Indian females are my cup of tea. Granted the women (actually girls) on Falklands Road (and other streets of the same ilk) are terrible to behold and really should be skirted. But once you enter the nightclubs at the 5 star hotels (the Taj for example, or Breach Candy Club after hours) - you'll find women who'll turn heads no matter what country they're in.

India is like most developing nations. You get what you pay for. If you're a poor sap on a budget, then don't bother. You'll end up catching something like the previous posters mentioned. If you aren't afraid to spurge, then I recommend this city's nightlife wholeheartedly (by this, I mean $300 for a room, plus another $100 for entertainment / per night) I even had some success with an attractive concierge who works at Hotel President - and all it required was average charm and drinks all around.

Don't know when I'll ever get the chance to go back for an extended stay. Let's share our knowledge shall we gentlemen? I'd say it's time to give London a try.

Bombay (Mumbia) Massage Parlor Submitted on 7/24/98 by Anon
In Bombay another place of interest would be"HAPPY NIGHT".Its very close to V.T Railway station.It opens only around 9 P.M and closes by 12.30 in the night.Ask any taxi driver whether he knows happynight neat v.t station and most of the night taxi drivers know the place. There is an entry fee of about 200 rupees. Once you enter the place you will find more than 200 attractive girls around. They are all available. Just beckon anyone you find attractive and ask her the rates.For a time the rate is about Rs.1000/ and for the night its 3000.There is no lady drink or other charges to take the girl out. It's compulsory to use the taxi parked outside if you are taking the girl.If you wait till closing time the rates crash and girls will be available at 2000/ for the night.

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Bombay (Mumbia) Massage Parlor Submitted on 6/17/98 by Heorot

Just back from Mumbai... In the Colabra district about one block from the President Hotel, next door to the "Rest Officers Home" Sign post marked with number 7... Never could get the street name. Tourist car drivers will know the place from the description above. Not cheap, but very good by India standards. Short time 1/2 hour Rp 2,000, one hour Rp4,000 (USD 90), and two hours Rp 8000, also, take away for all night is also Rp 8,000. Just did both. First one hour. It was great. I bathed before going there, so I did not endure the cold water shower. The lady (Mala) bathed the critical parts, and nowhere else both before and after. The action was all you would ever expect, with a real orgasm of hers thrown in for free. I decided to take her for the night two nights later. The five star hotels (wouldn't stay anywhere else) are tough. The Oberoi is strictly NO!, and even the President is tough. You have to convince the Doorman that you are taking the lady to dinner only. Get very indignant. Watch for the security guys, who are in suits. (They actually hide behind the potted plants. Laughed my ass off....) Walked up two flights of stairs to the El Mexicano restaurant. And kept right on going to the elevators. Once in the room, no problem, and a great night. I had bought perfume and deodorant for her... Much better after a hot "supervised" bath... Next morning, leave early, before 7:00 a.m. and avoid any hassles. I don't know if it is worth the trouble to take away.... The owner of the house said he had a hotel I could use. Didn't pursue that. All of the girls are good looking 7-9, short to pretty tall. But all uniformly well padded. Not fat, but Junoesque.... Just my type, but perhaps not for people who prefer the more slender typical Asian types....

Bombay (Mumbia) Travel Report Submitted on 6/8/98 by Winston Churchhill
Having heard reliable rumors of meetings with vintage prostitutes in the Disco 1900 at India's most prestigious five star hotel, the Taj Mahal in Mumbai, I went there to check out on the situation. Here's my findings for you to follow up:

Disco 1900 is not really public. Admission is reserved for hotel residents and members of the discoteque, except on special days like New Years Eve and Valentine's Day when anyone who meets the dress code (no shorts, no slippers, no t-shirt) can buy a ticket at the entrance.

In order to become a member you must have a recommendation from someone who is already a member. And you will have to be an Indian national or a long term expat. "Long term" means at least 6 months. In 1997 the membership fee was 4900 rupees, the membership year is the fiscal year - April 1 to March 31.  You can, however, enter for one night if a member signs the guest book on your behalf and pays at the entrance.

It would be interesting to know if Disco 1900 (generally considered one of India's best) is venerable, historical Taj Mahal's outlet for sexual hanky-panky on the sidelines. Does anyone know by personal experience. - Post you wisdom here!

Bombay (Mumbia) Brothel Submitted on 6/8/98 by Mandingo
There is a whorehouse named "The Dream" (address: Gummath Rao Bldg, Gr. Floor, 2nd Navalkar Lane, Near Harikesh Hospital, V.P. Road, Parthana Samaj, Mumbai-400 004).

25 women work here, the age is from teenagers to the far side of 30. The degree of beauty also various from pretty to ugly. They are waiting for you in a room steeped in blue light.

The male personnel here could better its behavior. They are like monkeys trying to steel bananas. The manager showed delusions of grandeur with the prices he demanded for Kiran, 26, from Trivandrum in Kerala. After much haggling he ended up writhing 2500 rupees from me for two hours with her in a low-ceilinged room with a small bathing section, fan and air-con. Add to that a demand for money for "room service" (i.e. the jerk who brought the drink) plus an uniquely unpleasant man, a ghostlike, backlit figure appearing in the doorway demanding a "gift" of a hundred rupees in a hoarse, rude voice. He didn't get them. He was too unsexy.

Kiran started out by downing half a flask of vodka (Indian made and imitated) with Lemca grape tonic. She was actually quite pretty and spoke a good English, but the atmosphere of the house disturbed the experience to much. "Beer and vodka cools the body," she explained. "Whisky makes you feel hot." Maybe so. All of those liquors add to your body fat, honey. It shows on that belly of yours.

"My father has died and I must give 10.000 rupees every month to sustain my mother and the rest of my family. I am divorced and have only highschool education. My friend Arun told me about this place. Lakshmi who work here taught me the know-how of the work. I had to pay her 10.000 for that. Sometimes I have six customers per night, sometimes four, sometimes only one. Ramadan is a bad month for business, election times likewise. - I tell my mother I have job in Mumbai. I want her and my brother to be safe. It does not matter what happens to myself."

"I can make up to 25.000 a month here on a good month. 10.000 goes to my mother, 10.000 to myself to pay expenses, the rest (if there is any) I put in the bank. I sleep here. It is too expensive to rent outside. Two girls share each room here."

"I am a Christian. I do not make any plans for my future after I become too old for this work. One's future will be according to what God writes on one's brow."

While she talked the rest of the vodka disappeared. She was quite good at sucking dick, like an experienced whore. If this place could handle its mayor handicap - the male personnel - I would be able to recommend it.

Bombay (Mumbia) Massage Parlor Submitted on 6/8/98 by Heorot
Just about a block from the President hotel is a brothel which I can recommend. The drivers will know how to get you there. The number on the gate post is 7, but damned if I can remember the rates. By Indian standards, this is an upscale house. It has four rooms, with large raised platform beds. The selection of girls, the two times I was there was good to excellent. The rate was about $90 US for an hour, which I stretched to almost two before there was a question. Two hours up front is twice the price. The bathing is rudimentary, with cold water only, and no soap, thin towel. From there however things improved markedly. I had a your lady named Mala. She was delightful and kittenish. She was well built, and short. She was willing to do anything I asked of her. I did not request anal, but I bet she would have. I asked her how long she had been working there, she said two years. I asked how old she was, and the answer was 17! I have been at this game a long time, and can usually spot a fake orgasm a mile away. I don't think she was faking, but she appeared to climax fairly violently twice, and then lay panting for awhile before resuming.... I think it was real. Whatever it was, it was a real turn-on.

In general there is lots of action in Bombay, but it is pricey for the good stuff. You can take you chances on the street for a few hundred rupees. (Cabs know how to get there), or you can go to the cribs at the Franklands road area. I have never done either.

Good hunting, and safe sex for all of us.

Bombay (Mumbia) Travel Report Submitted on 5/28/98 by Marco Polo's Shadow
Topaz Restaurant & Bar (address: 416, Grant Road, Near Novelty Cinema, Mumbai-400 007, Phone No 308 6762 or 307 7644 or 307 6546) is an expensive (soft drinks 180 Rupees, whisky 200 Rupees), luxuriously decorated establishment with finely dressed dancing girls doing a careless pop version of old fashioned Indian dance. When I paid a brief visit to the place they were less occupied with dancing and more busy passing fingers through their long, jet black manes while enjoying their reflected images in the mirrors on the opposite wall - and laughing together in what that looked somewhat "hammed out" to me. An audience of men dwell with drinks and snacks in easy lounge chairs looking with inexpressive faces at the girls. 10-Rupee notes, often two or three put together, pass at intervals from gentleman's to lady's hand.

Topaz is divided into two sections. First you step into a smaller, narrower lounge room, where 3-4 girls are dancing. It is easy to miss the passage leading from the 'entrance room' to another and larger 'amphi theater' where 7-8 women dance before a male audience looking down at the small round stage. Here each lady has her own numbered safety box with an slender opening for the rupee notes she collects during the night.

I asked one of the servants: "Does any if these ladies speak English?" "No, no, only Hindi," came the quick and immediate answer. I doubt that. These women had upper class manners. None of them looked like low caste. Some of them has undoubtedly learned English according to my experiences with India. "Can I take one of them out from here?" I asked. "No. Only looking, not take out," answered the same servant. Which obviously was a lie. I had just watched a deal being struck right in front of my chair between a Chinese man and beautiful
dancer around the age of 24. She made inviting smiles and gestures in the direction of the exit, money notes were stacked and placed on the table in front of him. Only looking, my ass! I left Topaz with a feeling of having visited a less than foreigner-friendly place.

Or have I misunderstood something? Can any of the Indian contributors to W.S.G. explain more and better?

Bombay (Mumbia) Travel Report Submitted on 5/2898 by Marco Polo's Shadow
Crown Anchor (at Merewheather Road, Colaba, behind Taj Mahal Hotel), open from
18.30 till after midnight. If you do not know what kind of a place this is, you can easily pass by without ever finding out.

However, once inside there is no chance to miss the nature of this bar. It's a long room with a rather low ceiling, so full of restaurant-style tables there is hardly any space left to move about. Subdued lamps cast a soft red light in the semi-darkness, noisy live music from a small stage at the far end makes conversation difficult.

The prices for drinks fluctuate quite a lot at this place. One night a coke costs 80 Rupees, the nexts 100. And the servant is in the habit of insisting on a tipping. You are not expected to buy any 'lady drink', though. Soon you will be contacted by one of the many women available. Their looks vary from plain to attractive. Apart from the musical entertainment the foreigner
will meet with an insurmountable language problem. These girls speak only Indian languages. That does not keep your new found company from repeating the word "hotel" again and again with a nice smile. As you look around, you will hardly see any men of any other nationality than Indian.

I talked with the one girl here who speaks English, bought her out for 1 hour: 1200 Rupees, 210 Rupees for the room, 100 for the taxi to the one hotel they will permit you to use: nearby Simla Calcutta hotel. Never a hotel chosen by the customer for the sake of the girl's safety. "Sometimes a girl is driven far away to a place she does not know and raped by 4-5 men." - The room is bare but clean. There is a bathroom with a shower and a double bed, nothing else.

"At the Crown Anchor there are girls from Gujarat, from Calcutta. I am from Madras. Practically all of India is represented here. Some of us are daughters of prostitutes who became pregnant as an occupational hazard. They have never known any other life. I myself go to commercial school in the daytime and come here at night. I have to in order to support my two younger sisters and myself and keep us all in school. Our mother has died, our father has married again and does not care for his three children. A friend of mine recommended this place to me."

"The bar pays us a monthly wage of 10.000 Rupees, the same as an army officer or a politician. However it is not much considering the expenses we have - lodging and transport is expensive in Munbai. For that money every one of us must have at least one customer per night. The girls here are not allowed to say no to a man unless she has very good reasons. She is fired if one or two nights pass without her making a deal with a man. The customer pays at the bar and the money stays there: 1200 for an hour, 3000 for a night."

"An advantage is the protection the bar offers. A customer who behaves grossly to a girl, or one that is perverted or otherwise unpleasant becomes invisible to the girls. He is simply ignored. We talk together about the men who come here.
There are things I refuse to do. I won't do it with the mouth or without a condom. - The customer on his side has the right to complain to the bar if I steal from him or disappear in the middle of the night he has paid for."

"AIDS? All of us have heard about it. But some of the girls put money before safety. If a customer pays them to do it without a condom they say yes. It is a waste of time to try to persuade them to do otherwise."

"What I think of the men who come here? I don't like them."

Bombay (Mumbia) Travel Report Submitted on 2/7/98 by AsianSeducer
I checked into the Taj Hotel in Bombay, and was amazed at the variety of women found in the area. While the street walkers and pros in the seedier parts of the city need to be avoided at all costs (HIV and VD is rampant in that population) - there are plenty of young Indian college girls who need to make some extra money.

There are a few 'private party' services that provide a 'party' where you can browse and choose from a variety of young women. While the service costs in the range of 80 - 200 US - you won't be disappointed. Quality ranged from 6-9 - and the best part being that they are not too experienced. It will help to be well-dressed and be semi-charming.

I personally would recommend against most of the bars and brothels - solely due to the fact that I value my health. Use protection at all times, and if you must have some company, try the myriad of 'massage' services found in the local papers. The best way actually would be to tip the bell-hops at the hotel who are expert at providing the info you need.

Delhi Travel Report Submitted on 6/4/98 by DingDongDaddy
Driven by my inner hunger that refuses to go away, I went to Shardanand Marg, also called by its old British name G.B. Road (actually it used to be "Gun Baction Road" in the old days) - Delhi's most notorious prostitution street. It starts at Ajmeri Gate, two-three kilometers from Connaught Place, right east of New Delhi Railway Station.

Prostitution here is not easily spotted to the foreigner's eye. You can walk through this street and never notice anything but shops for electrical machinery and motors. This apparently is one of the least interesting streets in Delhi. But do step out from the semi-roofed pavement, walk out in the road beyond the clutter of parked cars, carts, battered scooters and waiting bicycle rickshaws - and look up!

>From first floor level and upwards the buildings have the appearance a slum of wooden sheds and corrugated iron. On balconies and in windows groups of women wearing brightly colored saris and dramatic ornaments and crimson lipstick gesticulate and beckon you to come up to them. It is difficult to see their faces due to the distance. Their shouts are barely discernible through the noice of the mad traffic. In fact you have a better view at them from the other side of the street. Here a considerable number of Indian men stand transfixed with their faces turned towards the women on the balconies, consumed in a silent and passive staring at them.

The greatest number of women are in the part of Shardanand Road which is closest to Ajmeri Gate, a historical ruin. But you will find them at intervals all the way down to the high water tower, very visible at the far end of the road.

The male who decides to give in to the siren's song from above moves across the street whenever the stream of dusty, worn-down vehicles permits. He finds the entrance leading up to the group of whores he wants to visit. The stairway is old style Indian: narrow, steep, and with high steps marked by the wear of thousands of feet. It is soothy and grimy and dark as the falling night.

Many levels in the house seem occupied by shouting women grabbing for his arms and clothes. At the top floor the screaming voices rise to a hysterical crescendo because two brothels, one on each side, are competing for his attention. The voices make an infernal howling concert, the groping hands become almost violent.

The darkness up here makes it difficult to see the woman you would like to be with. I took one the closest, the one I immediately found most attractive. She took me with an iron grip by the wrist and lead me in an overly eager way out on the very balcony where I had seen the women a few minutes before. I did not feel at ease by becoming visible to the glaring men down there.

She made way through the group of colleagues and opened two doors to closet-like room, just big enough for a double size bed. At the moment I first saw it it was without any mattress or linen, just bare, smooth planks. A very young Indian guy stood on it, buttoning his pants. Wooden walls, a fan in the ceiling, no light. "My" woman resolutely started spreading a quilt on the bed, smacking it with brown, bangled hands so dust came off in big clouds. Then she covered it with a worn bed sheet. Then she arranged a dirty pillow at one end of the bed.

As soon as my shoes had come off and I was settled in this love nest and old hag appeared, demanding 250 rupees for half an hour and 500 for one. I paid 500, and the doors were closed and darkness fell on the woman and me.

She started by cuddling in a half loving, half over-active way. Long, intensely pleasant moments passed. Then she started what I soon found out was "second round" of the payment: demanding baksheesh. At first I refused to give her anything at all before after, but her stubborn insisting persuaded me into finding from my bag the 400 ekstra rupees she kept demanding. Immediately her demands rose to 500. She got them.

The next 20-25 minutes were spent with her repeated attempts at extracting 400 MORE rupees from me. I refused categorically and actually began to prepare myself to leave without having got what I had come for. But she changed her attitude, exchanged words with a colleague on the other side of the wall - part of a board was missing and let in a sharp ray of light every time a bulb was lit in the staircase. Condoms were handed in by a girl's hand.

She began masturbating me with movements that were a little too groce and hard. She kept most of her clothes on. But she nevertheless hit a note of music in my nerve system, and my prick started growing inside the condom. Seemingly she took for granted that we were going to do it in the missionary position, me on top of her - something I find difficult under any circumstances. After all that talk of money and the repeted interruptions I wasn't in the mood anyways and ended up masturbating myself with my own hand on the rubber. She was quite loyal in holding me with firm, friendly arms until I had an orgasm. She made a merry giggle while the electricity crackled in my nerve fibers.

It seemed to be a point of importance to her that no seed was spilled on the linen, but neither cloth nor kleenex was available. After all that: silence, peaceful (or almost peaceful) resting in each other's arms, until time was up. At the very end of it all she became eager for me to stay the night for an extra 1000 rupees. But I declined.

General impressions: If this woman is very unhappy for being were she is, she certainly does not show it. She gave me the impression of being a lively, rude girl, a high energy hustler for baksheesh. - The name of the game with her (and the brothel) was rip off. She was not generous with caresses. But you can get along with her. I went away happier than I came, releaved by a strong orgasm and her touch. - Language problems are used as a tool to confuse the customer. A stream of Hindi words are aimed at un-balancing you while you struggle to understand what she is saying to you in the darkness.

One good advice: Go there around five in the afternoon, see the women and where they are in the last light of day. Then return after dark when the electrical lights are on inside the staircase, giving you a clear view of whom to choose.

More to tell? The woman's name was Shanti and she was from Puttaparthi in Andra Pradesh, and she was an adherent of famed guru Sathya Sai Baba. I actually liked her even if she went out of her way to get my money.