In Rio’s Help disco, the dance floor is shaped like a giant open mouth, the stage positioned at the top like a single buck tooth. Hunters and hunted of both sexes snake their way around the perimeter – the lips -- in a giant semi-circle, first one direction, then the other. Music obliterates all conversation except that which can be shouted directly into the listener’s ears. But talk is not what people come to do in Help, at least not beyond “What’s your namey?” and “Where you from?”. Men come to find and fuck a fantasy, garotas come to make the money. Fluttering hands pass over your body, eyes and smiles vie for your wallet, as you squeeze by the body that just appeared in front of you.

How you choose I don’t know. Each night I’m there, I wait for my fantasy to coalesce out of the music and the darkness, not knowing in advance what it will be. I wait for it to find me. Some nights I meet the girl next door I didn’t get into bed when I was 15, another night the sultry siren of my wet dreams, and at others the abstracted young hottie who – if we were back home -- would look right through me, but here locks eyes. Some nights I find her in 5 minutes. Other nights she doesn’t walk in until 3 a.m. And other nights I don’t find her at all and I ride back to my taxi alone, my clothes smelling of beer and cigarette smoke.

This night, it took about 30 minutes.

I had been following my neighbor’s daughter, or what I thought she would look like if he had one, but there was no chemistry, so I moved on. Near one of the bars I was put into an eyelock and wrestled to the floor by a 5’3” brasiliera with medium dark skin, long black straight hair and eyes which promised everything and revealed nothing. She was about 105 pounds, the spinner I didn’t know I was looking for. She wasn’t provocatively dressed, but she radiated a self-assurance which was even more alluring.

I invited her upstairs. She took my hand. She led the way to a booth. I asked if she wanted a drink and she replied “No”, adding, oddly as I remembered later, that she “was a good girl.” I hoped not.

We chit chatted and I asked what her Portuguese lessons would cost. We agreed on 300 reals, and went to collect her purse at the cloakroom. Avoiding the ripoff artist taxis directly in front, and hailed a cab from a half-block away along Avenida Atlantico. A few minutes later we were inside my rented penthouse apartment. At first she didn’t want any photos at all, but I persuaded her to allow a picture of her completely dressed. I wanted to take another, with her sitting on the bed, and she absolutely refused to do that setting sitting.

Photos: Louciana

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I had left the AC on in the apartment and once in the bedroom she complained it was cold. I fiddled with the unfamiliar AC controls as she used the bathroom. A little night music – Norah Jones on this evening – and soon we were getting closer on the bed. She had surprisingly full breasts for a little girl, her swimsuit stenciled by hours in the Rio sun in the mini bikini-thong favored by the garotas. Her mouth busily fluttered over my body and my penis, sans condom, but she seemed to avoid taking the bad boy directly in her mouth. She didn’t want her breasts squeezed, even gently, preferring only the nipples to be touched. No DATY and….no kissing. Nada, nunca, nothing. That, she said, was reserved for her boyfriend. Too many rules for a whore, I thought almost loud enough for her to hear.

For some reason I thought of the line from the Tom Waits song “How do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves the porch light on?”. I figured I best salvage what I could and reached for a condom. Fantasy don’t fail me now. Typically I don’t do well in bed when I’m trying too hard, when the chemistry’s not there. This night was no exception. I humped and pumped, but kept thinking of her many “rules” so it was all for naught. Finally I rolled off and decided that I would explain as best I could, that her attitude made it seem she did not like her work. We spoke for some time about this. I told her I couldn’t make up my mind whether she was simply afraid as a result of one or more bad experiences, didn’t like her work or didn’t like men at all. We both admitted that despite this rocky start, there was, back at Help, a mutually simpatico reaction when we met. This was relatively believable since she didn’t have to say it to earn her $. She decided to stay the night, after extracting a promise that I wouldn’t get up early. No problem, I was planning to sleep until 1 or so then roll over and hopefully get some sexo. I fell asleep secure in the knowledge I had earlier stashed the key needed to exit the apartment, so I wasn’t going to wake up with Louciana and one or more of my possessions gone.

Bang! Bang! Crash! Seems my neighbor picked this day to remodel. Beginning at 9:30 a.m. After about 30 minutes Louciana literally jumped out of bed, rattled off five or six sentences angrily in Portuguese, the gist of which was clear: she was leaving. Now. But before she left, she volunteered and wrote down her phone numbers.

Though I definitely had some mixed emotions about doing so, the next day I called and invited her to dinner and to private time again at my apartment. She accepted with enthusiasm and said there would be no charge, it was her gift to me. Wowie, Zowie.

She was 30 minutes late, typical for a brasiliera. She looked good enough to well, you know. \image{a:\louciana1.jpg} Dinner was muy romantico and muy caro at Don Camillo Italian Ristorante on Av. Atlantico. . . But by the end of dinner she had drunk more than ˝ bottle of wine, waaay too much for such a small girl. As a result, by the time we were once again at my apartment she was pretty wasted, well beyond cute and giggly and clearly unsteady on her feet. Before her clothes were completely off, she was hiccupping and looking queasy. In the next 45 minutes she made a half-dozen trips to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush repeatedly. When she would return to the bedroom, she’d (surprise) plant closed mouth kisses on my lips. But I noticed there was no “sour” smell to her breath, which I would have expected had she been worshipping at the porcelain altar. We started down the road to the deed, but after a couple more bathroom interruptions, I suggested she go home, which she did. Before she left, she pitched me for 400 Reals – not for her of course, but for her sfamily. The story was that because of Carnaval, the banks would be closed tomorrow (Saturday) all the way until Wednesday. I didn’t believe her -- I mean, did it just occur to her at that moment that the banks would be closed?? -- and told her the amount of money was not significant to me, but I didn’t want to feel the fool for giving her the money. She protested that wouldn’t happen, and against my better judgment, gave her 250. I told her I’d call her at noon, which I did, but there was no answer and I was pretty pissed, because I had recognized the con but fell for it anyhow.

She returned the call about 8 pm, when I was already at VIPs Milennium Suite (I never said I didn’t recover quickly) with a small group of friends, but prudence suggested I make plans with her for the next day: I had (supposedly) Suzanna a programma girl I met on an earlier trip on the way to VIPs. So Louciana and I made plans for dinner…and…the following night. She thanked me for giving her a third chance. Meanwhile Riotrips Don (South America’s version of Jack Nicholson), along with his partners in crime Rich, Carl and I had a pool for what time Suzanna would arrive. Turned out Rio Don won, as he laughingly took the “overs” and she never showed up. I left when she was only 2 hours overdue, and told Don I wasn’t leaving cab fare for her, that she could blow the cab driver…if she ever showed up.

Not being sure whether Louciana would flake out the next day, I went with Rio Carl to L’Uomo in the afternoon. I wound up not doing one, but two garotas back to back, and as a result I was drained and happy. Physically it didn’t matter to me whether Louciana appeared or not.

But she did. 30 minutes late again. I had a couple of places in Ipanema picked out for dinner, but she was wearing jeans and refused to go there unless she went home and changed. Since I had to get up at 6 a.m (yikes!) to catch a plane for Buenos Aires the next morning, I didn’t want the evening to get off to even a later start, so we elected instead to go to Monchique, a churrascuria within walking distance. We were back at the apartment about 11:30. I cranked the music back up, and soon we were horizontal.

This time things seemed a little less restrictive. She worked my johnson with her mouth, though more shallowly than I would have liked. She accepted DATY and had a wonderfully sweet tasting tiny cooch which I enjoyed immensely. She was freer with the kisses, though not a lot, and no DTK. It was close to 2 a.m. when she was dressed again, and I knew I’d feel like shit at 6 a.m., so I was not unhappy to see her leave. As we were making plans for my return to Rio a few days later, the hammer dropped. As I was giving her taxi fare, she asked for an unspecified amount of money. I reminded her that this evening was supposed to be her gift to me. Her response was that the money was not a lot for me but meant a great deal for her family. I told her that even the richest king could not afford to give a grain of rice to every hungry person. At that she rather lost it, tore the 20 reals I had given her for taxi fare in half. She threw ˝ the shreds on the floor and stuffed the other half in her purse, I suppose to prevent me from taping it back together?! She marched out of the apartment without another word.

For about 15 seconds. Then she realized she had forgotten the book of family photos she had brought to show me. A timid knock on the door and an embarrassed request. I fleetingly thought about tearing them in half as she had done with the Reals, but knew I didn’t need to, so I just retrieved the book for her, wished her a safe ride home, and stumbled off to bed.

So WTF to make of all this? Just another loca Help garota or was there more to a fair analysis.

In the couple of weeks since, conclusions reached include (and they’re by no means exhaustive so feel free to add your thoughts, guys) that she was a quite pretty, uneducated girl who found a way to make a lot of money: on her back. Undoubtedly – because of the money she sent home – she was accorded a great deal of respect there. For instance, she showed me photos of the home she had constructed for her mother, fairly luxurious by Brazilian standards. Incidentally, in her youth, Louciana was teased pretty mercilessly about the fact her father never married her mother. Her refusal to go to Ipanema dressed in jeans said to me she was excruciatingly aware of opinions of others toward her. While I’m no Jabba the Hut, she was very many years my junior, and as you imagine, she was also acutely aware of the stares on the street and in restaurants that came as a result of the age imbalance.

I think that while there was a small degree of chemistry between us – and I am very careful not to overestimate that – it was the dinero that was her constant focus. And why not? This was her business. I recognized that and have no problem with a straightforward exchange of services for money. If I want them, I buy them. If no, not. As the famous saying goes “I pay ‘em to come and I pay ‘em to go.” But Louciana’s approach – and likely the approach of many a play for pay girl whether in Rio, Buenos Aires or Bangkok – is to mix a cocktail of emotions with sex and see if it works to transfer money from the gringo’s pocket. Almost all mongers are looking for the girl friend experience. We’d all be thrilled if we were getting it for free from a half dozen different babes a week. But it doesn’t work that way in Help, in the Termas, or in the back rooms of Tijuana. The girls have learned they get more money – sometimes a lot more money – if they have the gringo on an emotional hook when they tell you the water buffalo is sick, the brother needs an operation, the mother needs medicine, etc. etc. So my brothers, read this story and be wise. I was lucky and wasted mostly time, not money on this one.

Wow amigo. You're a glutton for punishment. I'm not saying there is anything wrong but when it stops becoming fun it's time to move on to another garota. Sometimes it can be interesting having a soap opera with some of these girls. I don't mind paying them because as many have posted... we are also paying them to LEAVE.

She is definitely a cutie. Thanks for taking the time to share your adventures with us. I hope that you'll come down to BA with all of us in May.

SF_Hombre:

Thanks for the candid story, glad you survived with your sanity. ;-)

Somewhere in your tale there's a new "rule" along the same lines of the infamous "3x Rule". I'm thinking something like a "300 Reals Rule" - When you hand a girl R$300 and she doesn't willingly and gleefully perform an oral shellacking of your dick... kick her out the door! Not to mention her getting cute about you playing with her tetinhas and xaninha, her "rules", mentioning her boyfriend, etc. All this aggravation and drama for more money than an entrance fee, room, and session combined at one of our favorite Termas.... who needs it?

That being said, I fully understand SF_Hombre chasing after a "fantasy" - why not? Deep down, that's what we're all really after, even the hardest of the hard-core mongers. Sometimes when you're going after the "dream" you ignore warning signs ("No drink, I'm a good girl", "money for my family") and butt your head against the wall a few times, but nothing ventured nothing gained. Still, there's a lot of fantasy girls in Rio, at some point you have to cut your losses.... IMHO, that point is when my new "R$300 Rule" gets broken..... as GF wrote, sometimes it's fun playing along with a "soap opera", but the sex better be fantastic!

Enjoy the Life...

BS

This is a very interesting report. SF, you seem like a good dude and experienced monger, and I always appreciate hearing stuff like this as a reminder that even the most wily and experienced guys can be taken. I also agree with you that often times it's the time wasted that is the real shame.

I would like to hear from other Brasil vets as to whether this kind of thing is the norm in Rio. I am a Costa Rica vet, and a lot of the Rio guys sort of look down on Costa Rica because Rio apparently is so much better. This story sounds like everyday normal stuff at the Blue Marlin in Costa Rica (e.g., girls with their excessive rules, requests for extra bucks, sob stories, ploys for emotional attachment, etc.). Especially at the prices discussed, to get such a pain in the ass girl with restrictions like that…well, that doesn’t sound so much better. Is this becoming more often the case in Rio as well? I would really like to hear the thoughts of others.

LM

Does her family have a dead water buffalo?

After all the rules the first time, I think that I would have passed.

Good luck on your next trip. I do not think that have water buffalos in BA, but be careful, if you have a friend, and her parents work at the zoo, there is probably a water buffalo there.

Thanks for sharing your experience.

CP

SF Hombre,

Thanks for the story. It's not easy, but I am wondering. What was making you drive deeper in the relationship when you had so many warning signs?

For me, it's all an illusion. She needs to make me feel like I am the only one for her, special, blah blah. If she is able to maintain this illusion, then I reward her. If not, then I'm off to the next illusion. That's really what I love about Rio. These girls play the game so well. In Costa Rica, and all the other places I've been, it is strictly pay for sex. There is no illusion. But in Rio (also Sao Paolo), there is the illusion that you are a special guy to them.

Sorry I'm rambling but in your story, there was no illusion. She was upfront about the boyfriend, not DFK, not DATY, etc. Also, not all Brasileras are late. Actually I prefer them when they are on time. It gives the illusion that they are anxious to see me.

Lamuerte, I was in Costa Rica two weeks ago. And you are right, this is the norm in Costa Rica, and I suppose that is the reason that I don't go there too often anymore. I love the illusion.

BT

SF_Hombre,

Relax friend, we have all been there. She is a beautiful girl, but with all the restrictions she put on you, it is time to say "adios." Some of the most beautiful girls in BA have had some restrictions like that, and as pretty as they are, I've only seen them once because of that.

I loved your description of Help, and I always have really enjoyed myself in there. It is a fun place. Last year when I was there, I went there four times, and four times walked out with the same girl. She was not the prettiest, but damn was she ever fun, and was in no hurry to leave the next morning. She would see me talking to all the girls, and yet had a confidence about her that I would take her home each night. She was fun, and she was right.

Thanks for the report, and enjoy the life.

Moondog

Hombre, "fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me".

I've heard you're a nice guy from S.F., N.M. I hope you remember this experience forever. And if it happens again! You'll know what to do.

sf4dfish

Moondog:

What hotel is this? Looks like it's over on Sao Conrado Beach. Anyway nice view.....in both pics ;-)

LaMuerte:

Sf_Hombre's story is and isn't typical of Rio. With few exceptions, every girl is happy to do whatever it takes to seperate you from your money, will try and tangle you up in an emotional tug-of-war in oreder to turn you into a steady paycheck, and will generally fuck with your head. Then again, most of the girls give you a hell of a lot more "bang for your buck," and are way better at maintaining the "illusion" as BT wrote.

The important thing is that the girls will only fuck with you IF YOU LET THEM. Read the posts on Latinas 101 and how to keep control in relationships with the garotas. You have to take the attitude of "I'm here for a good time, you're goign to give me a good time, and I'll make sure you're taken care of." Any bullshit and the ride is over, and you have to be clear about that. Once teh groud rules are established, I think that your typical working girl brasileira has about as good an attitude as you'll find in any pro girl.

For illustration purposes, I'll touch on some mistakes that resulted in SF being taken for a ride (this is not to criticize SF_hombre - hell I admire his balls in being so candid!). Start with paying R$300 - way to expensive, anyway always talk a girl down in price, even if it's just R$10, just to show her you're in charge. "I'm a good girl" and then hoping she's not... OK, ravaging the sweet innocent girl next door is on of my favorite fantasies to, but it ain't going to happen at Help. False innocence in a whore is usually bad news. And once I'm in "action", I don't want to hear "don't touch my tits", "don't do this, do that", etc., once you start giving in to THAT kind of bullshit, you're sunk. The correct answer is "See ya later". Going back for round 2 and 3 of this shows persistence, gotta hand that to SF. Moral of the story, if you fall into this kind of game, you WILL get played (of course, if that makes you happy, why not?). Any WG in the world (not just Rio) wil be quick to take advantage of you, no matter how sweet and innocent she looks.

BS

In order for the illusion to work, it has to work two ways. You also have to give her the illusion that you are the only guy. From what I can guess, this is only important in Brazil and Argentina. We all make some effort to 'clean' up our place if a garota has left some things, or there is a condom wrapper on the floor. It's all to maintain the illusion.

So therefore, if the garota is not interested in maintaining the illusion, then you no longer need to make any effort either. Of course, things may get a little caustic, but the point is that it takes two to make the illusion work well.

BT

Badseed,

That is the Sheraton, on the cliff, just down the street from VIPs.

Moondog

Hey guys --

Thanks for all the advice...I really do appreciate it. I don't think my post was entirely clear in one respect. That is Louciana didn't have a current boyfriend, at least not one that she admitted to. The no DTK was a general "rule".

I agree with all of you that the wisest course (for my johnson at least) would have been to show her the door on the first night when all her restrictions surfaced. I've done this many times before for various reasons. Hell, I've even had a Brazilian programma girl as a girlfriend before and ended it when I saw we had nothing in common when vertical

But in this scenario there was an active "hook" (or strong projection in Jungian terminology) which I decided to follow for a distance to see where it lead. Obviously it was a dead end, but I thought the ride was interesting enough to share with you all.

I don't regret the experience. I do actually enjoy getting into the psychology of it all -- mine as well as the garotas. I have seen some acts of surprising kindness by programma girls as well as some pretty shitty deeds being done. Life's drama being re-enacted in cabines & suites, eh?

SF;
Well,the psychology reference hooked me.I only got
the opportunity to meet you in my last couple of
days in Rio last month.But for what it's worth,my
clinical diagnosis is 902.88,"Way to nice a guy for
that shit"!

TN

There is nothing more unattractive than a woman with a mouth full of "No". I must admit that I have followed some pointless leads to bad ends on occassion, but rarely in Rio. I guess I have been lucky, but I have only had two Rio experiences (out of dozens) in which the girl either failed to perform well or tried to take me for extra money. I think one key is to make sure the ground rules are clear from the beginning. This avoids problems later. Also, do not let bad behavior escalate. There is a time to be firm and this is it. It is entirely possible to remain polite without taking any shit. Of course Rio's incomperable termas offer the foolproof solution to this problem by circumventing it entirely.
BTW, SF Hombre, I see that you have been enjoying my apartment. If you have any comments you would like to share with me on the side , just drop me a line in the inbox.

SF Hombre, aren't you the fat old guy with a small weiner who stuck a knife into a fellow monger called Ezy's back?

The guy was in love with a chica in BA and got her out of the business by sending her money. Arranged for her to show you around. But of all the chicas in BA, you just have fuck her. Why does it have to be her and not all the other chicas she set you up with and all the chicas avail. in BA? In the meantime a monger's trust is betrayed.

Dickjohnson, I too am shocked and disturbed that the likes of SF Hombre would have sex with another monger's innocent girlfriend. Imagine that. Puuughhh Puuughhh! AND I will add that the accuracy of your information is uncanny since everyone knows SF Hombre is now well over 700 pounds.

Dickjohnson....SF_hombre is an old skinny guy with a big dick rather than an old fat guy with a small weiner. He is guilty of nothing more than telling me how stupid it is to get involved with a chica del la noche....they all have tearful, "my waterbuffalo died" story designed to seperate you from your pesos/dollars/reales/yen he says...

I have not posted here in awhile, but I will break my posting silence long enough to clarify that SF hombre is one of the good guys....who spins an interesting yarn,and dispenses sage advice, which he has trouble following....

Man. You fellas are good for some good chuckles early in the morning. Everyone makes excellent points here. It's easy to say, "just walk away" but I too like challenges sometimes. I like to walk in a place like Help and look for the hottest girl with or without an attitude and try to get her to melt. As Bluestraveller mentioned, it's part of the illusion that we desire.

I'll also mention that these girls from Brazil and Argentina are some of the most genuinely affectionate and loving girls I've ever met. It's not just acting either. Even though these are program girls they are also just looking for a part of normal life. It's been a real eye opener having my Rio girl at my house the past few days. She has been great and it makes me laugh to see her do the simplest things. I came home yesterday and every single thing in my closet was ironed. Even my boxers!!!!

It's also been funny teaching her how to drive. But I was a little nervous last night driving home with her. Ha, ha. Sometimes even the Ultimate Driving Machine has problems with a crazy Brasilera driver behind the wheel.

SFHombre is a great guy. I had the pleasure to spend time with him in Buenos Aires and share an apartment with him in Rio. He is no different than any of us. We are all chasing that "dream". Some of us more than others.

Life is good.

I have really enjoyed this thread...thanks to all those who've contributed. I always hear stories about how Costa Rica was "back in the day." The vets of longer duration than I say that the girls in CR were once not so professional and not so restrictive. That's what I still hear about Rio, and stories like the one shared by SF make me wonder if the climate is changing down there like it apparently did in Costa Rica a few years ago.

It’s like, these information-sharing boards are great in that we can gain access to information to our favorite destinations, but the flip side is that it opens up the idea to big spenders and suckers who start doing things like sending money to the girls and poisoning them for the rest of us. When I meet girls like the one described by SF in his story, their problem typically is that all sorts of inexperienced guys have been filling their heads with garbage like “Oh, you are so beautiful, you are worth 10 times what you make in this place.” They start to believe it and start to act like it, and then once a guy starts sending them money for their dead water buffalo or whatever, forget it…she’s ruined.

Rio is the destination that everyone talks about now, and it makes sense to me that girls and stories like this one would become more common as time goes on. I guess I have to finally get myself down there before that all happens. Hell, I’d like to get myself down there just so I can get my hands on that Taiza girl who keeps showing up in pictures…man, she’s a knockout (although I won’t tell her that she’s worth ten times what I pay her!).

Thanks again to all, especially SF for sharing the truth. These stories are, in my opinion, the real value of this community. We need to always remind ourselves of the reality of these ladies so that we make good decisions when faced with such a scenario, and a recent story like this one helps a lot.

LM

You guys are all too kind. Or not. Either way, my dick thanks you all for the long overdue recognition, and asks if anybody has a cure for the side effect of Viagra which makes my big head want to get inside a pussy, and my small head suffer from blood supply deprivation?

I did find a temporary cure.

Photos: Flavia

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Nice looking lady.

CP

SF:

Very nice, thanks

LaMuerte:

I woudn't worry about Rio being "ruined" just yet. Brazil is MUCH larger than Costa Rica, and there's always a supply of new girls who haven't been "ruined" yet. (OK, not a vary PC way of putting it, but WTF, this is CH).


As for SF-Hombre's Luciana, the problem is actually not that she's too "professinal," actually it's the exact opposite - she's a rank amateur. Nice lower-middle class girl figures she can make a few extra bucks "doin' what comes naturally" with those rich gringos overin Copacabana. Figures taht if she doesn't kiss the guy, doesn' tlet him pleasure her, etc, etc, a wholelot of "rules" she sets up in her head, then she isn't really a whore. She buffers herself from the reality of what she's doing. BUT, she wants the money, and SF_Hombre was so nice (didn't tell her to take a hike when she started acting stupid). So she comes back.... tonight it's for free, but can you PLEASE give me R$450 for my dead water-buffalo. Etc, etc. She's playing as many mind-games with herself as she's trying to do with SF. Which is fine, hopefully Luciana eventually realizes taht she's not cut out for this and goes back home to mommy. There's azillion girls like her all over the world. My advice when you meet up with a Luciana - gently push her out the door and tell her you're not goign to be the sucker she's dreaming of. As I said,the problem is not being too "pro" - she's too amateur. A REAL pro would have SF_Hombre believing that he was THE ONE, the man who would rescue her from her sordid life, she'd be his ideal forever lover, etc, etc, etc, seen it way too many times. Remember guys, it's just a fantasy! So play the fantasy on YOUR terms, not hers...

OK, enough cynicism for one day. Glad you had so much fun in Rio, SF! ;-)

BS

I got an email from Ezy thanking me but clarifying that SF hombre is not the guy but is in fact a very nice guy. I'll leave it to Ezy to see if he wants to name the culprit, which he told me. If you read the thread "There is no honor among thieves or mongers", it appears as if SF hombre was the guy, when in fact he is not. My apologies to SF.

SF, I think you might as well move to South America. I hope to run into you in Rio or BA again soon. We are both thoroughly hooked.

I enjoyed reading about your adventure. Sex in Rio is so damn easy ... and there are so many girls, it seems like there is no reason to play games with any one garota. However, after a while, it seems that guys start to focus more on the depth of the relationship than just the sex. It doesn't matter whether it is a termas girl, a help girl, lido club girl, or agency girl.

What I can say is that there are girls worth having more than a casual relationship. Keep looking and don't give up based on this one misstep. Then again, remember that most of these girls are pro or at least semi-pro.

Thanks again for posting. Hope to see you again soon.

Badseed,
Thanks for your very insightful post on pro vs. amateur. I fully agree that the only thing to do when they start trying to change the rules is to step away from the game. It is important to remember that WE are the employers in this relationship and it does no one any good to reward unacceptable performance. Better to send her on her way with regrets and allow her to reconsider her career choices. My experience is that the girls have no respect for men they can get over on. This lack of respect usually translates into a poor experience and true pfofessionals have pride in their work. We are all fortunate that Rio yeilds so many true professionals.

A few more pics of Flavia for you.

Photos: Flavia

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She was a real sweetie that I met during my last visit. I talked about her in my report but did
not name her or post pictures then.

I just looked at the report I posted and I neglected to speak of Flavia, my bad. Anyway I met her at Help one night after already spending the day at Solarium and enjoying more than one garota there. I was about halfway thru my trip and decided that I really needed to take a break
for one night. Although I went with a group of guys to Help, I really wasn't ready to take on
this girl when I met her. I asked her if we could meet the next night. She told me 12:00 I will be right here in this spot. The next night
raring to go, I was there and at 12:00 exactly she shows up. We had a great time partying and she was quite the energizer bunny. She was dancing with me, her friends, etc and generally
just having a great time, as was I. When I said
it was time to go, her attitude was like I am with you, whatever you say and made me feel like I was the only person in the place with her. We went to the room, sex was great, she asked to spend the night-something I don't normally like-
and who was I to deny her. We woke up very late the next morning-I am not a morning person so sex was not required. When she was in the bathroom I put her money by her purse on the nightstand, she came out got dressed, picked up her money never even counting it and was looking out of the window at the view of the beach. I was still naked and walked up behind her and was
rubbing her shoulders, when she started playing
with my dick. One thing led to another and she
gave me a great blowjob. Keep in mind that she was already dressed and had been paid. All in all a great experience for me. I hope that I run into her again when I return in May.
Glad that you found her SF Hombre-I am certain that she took some of the sting out of your pains
from the other girl.

DickJohnson, I will eagerly await your opportunity to expose the rat who had sex with another man's prostitute. The humanity!

SF I rarely make comments or any posts to speak of; however, in this situation I must. I was stuck, just flew from Hong Kong after traveling in China for three months (July 89 if history rings a bell) via Manila to visit my family whom I haven't seen in years. Had a ticket to Cebu the next morning and was just hanging out so I hit a restaurant, ate while writing my Swedish GF a letter, then started walking toward the vibe of the city. It was my first time in Manila and I had no idea where I was and didn’t really care, yet my instincts led me to the infamous Del Pilar. Knowing where I was I began walking past droves of bars and clubs until I saw a dive named China Coast. After seeing so many students go through hell in China I was compelled to go in. I sat at the bar, ordered a beer, and was lost in thought. Girls would approach me and the one dancing on stage was just an empty face to until I turned to a sweet sounding voice and wow. She was dressed different, no bathing suit, not asking for a bar fine or to give me great sex or a bj. She was intelligent, gorgeous, witty, and seemingly interested in me. I came to discover later that she was not interested in me at all at that time; I was just an unresponsive customer and she was sent to crack me. She did! She was 19, I was 32. We left that night and went bar hopping, no barfine nothing. Came to find out later in life she owned 50% of that and another bar. Anyway, we went out and she drank me under the table, we went to my hotel and the sex was fantastic. I asked her the cost and she said it was up to me. She left the next morning to “check in with her Auntie,” and I told her I would be back that evening forgetting I had a ticket to Cebu. I didn’t go to Cebu and that afternoon I got food poisoning from the chicken the night before. The following night I saw her again and she seemed upset I did not show the night before, I explained and she still didn’t believe me.

To make a long story short, she had a 2 y.o. daughter. She drank so much because she had just broke up with her british bf. She also had an American sugar daddy living in Saudi and that how she could afford bars and other expensive items.
We were married for 12 years and the divorce was 100% me. She still loves me with all of her heart and it took me over decade to discover this. SF there is always a diamond in the rough even though appearances may say you are an idiot for believing so. Go with your instincts, maybe she is the one, or maybe not, you are the only person who can determine this.

Gaagee --

Great story...I'll admit to having "crash & burn" relationships in the past (as well as more "traditionaL" patterns) The "C&Bs" were typically parabolic rise, great sex, incredible intimacy both physical and emotional. With the last one we met in the US, connected in Paris, and didn't come out of the hotel room there for ten days and nights. The breakup after a lengthy relationship was as tough as they come. Tens of thousands of dollars of psychotherapy later my conclusion is much the same as yours...

Gaagee, great (true)story. You really ought to write a whole article on that. Esp. the marriage.

Rich, "the humanity!" lol. The culprit is a monger called Milkman.

Gaagee,

Thanks for the story. It's good to hear some of the tales that we have been through.

Moondog

Disclaimer: It is NOT Milkman! I was joking around since many folks know Milkman and know he has a sense of humor for such things. I was expecting some funny backlash on either me or Milk but that didn't happen.

The real culprit is a guy called K2climbed2 which I hardly see around. Maybe he changed his screenname.