When I got up Sunday morning, I realized that the past night was going to be tough to beat. I also realized that Sunday might be hard to hook up with the talent.

My first problem was money exchange. I had changed an extra $100 bill on the way out of help, so I was lucky to still have a few reals. I decided to go visit the cambio, but they were all closed.

I wandered around and did some siteseeing and visited a little bakery for some fresh meat pies. I went back to the hotel and took a short nap. I tried calling some agencies, but didn't get any answer at the first three I called. I should have called CompanyGirl again, but I didn't.

So I decided to walk the beach. Damn, but that was a fair ways longer than I thought and I had forgotten to bring good walking shoes. By the end of the walk up and back down the beach, my feet were badly blistered. The whole zone inbetween lido and the help area is dead. However, on Sunday, traffic only flows one-way on Rio Atlantico so there are tons of street vendors in the middle aisle area and the other side is full of bicyclists and roller bladers. The eye candy was pretty good on the walk, but I didn't pick up any beach girls. I stopped at a bank and used the ATM without any trouble at all (just find one with the right logo on it that matches the back of the card.)

I was basically killing time until one of the termas opened. I'd heard about L'uomo and had located it on a map that I had printed from the website. I took a cab over, figuring that I would save my poor feet and not get lost. He found the location, but it turned out to be the wrong address. I finally realized that the map printout was unclear and L'Uomo was really about six blocks from the beach.

I finally found it in a large, mostly empty shopping mall on the second floor. I went in and got my number. This is a smaller place than Solarium, but had a relax room and good showers/sauna. I got a grande robe (big and long here), freshened up, and then went into the bar. It was a nice place, but I have to say that I was disappointed in the quality of the girls. I'd say they ranged from 6-7. There were about 10 girls there and a couple of guys at about 5PM.

I talked to a few girls, but none of them really intrigued me. However, I was ready to go and finally picked a 7 who seemed friendly enough. We went to a cabine and after she was naked, I had to downgrade her to a 6 when everything sagged. As we sat on the bed, she tried to massage my feet. It would normally have been a nice event, but I could hardly avoid screaming, "don't touch me there!"


I got a pretty good bbbj, and then we put the condom on for sex. No matter what position we tried, I just couldn't get comfortable. I finally faked an orgasm just to get it over with. After I disposed of the condom, she noticed that I was still hard. She spent the next 10 minutes just stroking me, which felt good, but she didn't offer a second shot. The girl was pretty hairy and that turned me off during the sex. Oh well, not too bad but I didn't waste a nut. I don't think I would go back to L'uomo any time soon.

I went and sat in the sauna for a while and then showered again. I returned to the bar, but the one girl I was interested in sat and talked to me and I just realized that she wasn't worth it either in attitude. When I left it was dark. The security guy asked me if I wanted a cab. I said yes and he walked me all the way downstairs and hailed a cab for me. I tipped him R$10 - worth it in my opinion. That mall was empty and there were some unsavory characters hanging around at night.

After that, I went back to the hotel and got some dinner at a great crepe restauarant just around the corner from the Rio Roiss. I had the cebolla crepe with ementhaller cheese (onion with light sprinkling of hard swiss) and a desert crepe with poached pears and raspberry jam. Excellent and good wine too.

At this point, I decided to go check out Mabs restaurant to see what the other pickup joint was like (similar to Meia Pataca but supposed to be popular with the europeans). I have to say, there were only about 4 garotas there and all were no better than 5s. The cafe was full of tourists. Maybe I came too late on a sunday night.

Anyway, once I had a few chopps and killed some more time, it was about 10:30PM and I headed over to Frank's bar. There was only one garota there, so I bailed and went to La Cicciolina around the corner. They had about 8 garotas and more coming in. There was a topless dancer on stage. The dancer swayed on a little stage and after half an hour was replaced by another topless dancer.

I sat down and had a beer, the waiter says two drink minimum. The garotas that were around didn't speak much english. There were a few other guys, but they were acting very weird (one of them was sorta twitching and the other the girls were avoiding). I found one do-able chick, but at this point I knew I wanted to go check out Barbarellas. I paid my bill and left. Expensive.

Barabarellas is across the street from La Cicciolina. I went inside and realized that this place was much larger and full of girls, many beautiful girls. I was seated near the stage and the waiter asked what I would like to drink. I said beer and he replied that they only served hard liquor. I ordered whiskey because I knew that I would drink is slow. He brought out a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black and marked on the side the current level of alcohol. He filled my glass with a shot and left a bucket of ice cubes.

I watched the dancers for a while (both onstage and around the room). There were chicas in blue jeans and in evening gowns plus everything inbetween. You had to call them over, otherwise they just would walk by or sit at a table with their friends. There was one elegant brunette that was sitting by herself over to one side. I'd make her an easy 9 any day. There were definitely some more hardcore girls around, but she was gorgeous.

I finally walked over to her table and invited her to come sit with me. She was distant at first, but then opened up. After a while, I offered to buy her a drink. She ordered orange juice (ended up costing me R$35 - ouch!) We talked, and finally she asked me if I was going to make a decision. A decision about what? I guess she thought I understood the drill, but when I didn't instantly make an offer, she got up and left the table. After that, I just didn't feel like going through negotiations with another one. Besides, it was just going on midnight and help would be getting going.

I took a cab straight to help disco. I got out and went right inside to visit the manager to change my $100 bill. All set for the night, I decided to mingle. I started drinking some beer and went perusing. The disco was hopping, but not as full as saturday, but definitely better than friday night.

After watching the dancers for a while, I noticed a pretty redhead with a pageboy haircut standing just behind me by one of the bars. We smiled and I moved over to talk to her. I offered her a drink, but all she wanted was water. I had to go get a ticket, so we moved to the far corner downstairs, got her water and sat down to drink. Her english was ok, but she was clearly looking to make a move. She wanted R$250 for the night. I negotiated for a while and got her down to R$200. Thinking about the night before, I asked her about "complete?" She tried to play dumb. I finally explained and she said no. The vibe just wasn't right, so I said no thanks and walked away.

It was now about 1AM and I had just nixed my second looker of the evening. My mood had shifted and I must have looked pissed off or something. As I was making my way through the crowd, a sweet young thing grabbed my nipple and stuck her long tongue out at me. I took a look at her, judging a 7, but I knew from her expression that she was going to be a total slut. That was just what I needed to break up my foul temper. We grabbed some tequila and one of those smirnoff ice drinks and headed upstairs to a booth. I wanted to make sure that she was going to deliver before I settled for a 7 with all of the other options around. We were making out in the booth and her hands were all over me. Her blouse was cut low on the sides and I had my hands all over her nipples - no bra. She was sucking on my fingers and rubbing all over me.

After my aborted attempts all day, I was ready to score. I popped a 25mg of viagra and downed the rest of my tequila. I said R$200 for the whole night and she looked pleased and surprised. It was probably more than she usually got, but in this case she earned it.

We went back and checked in at the Rio Roiss. Once in my room, she stripped. When she saw the camera, she started posing for the pictures. Slut! I knew it. Perfect. We hopped in the shower together and then hit the sheets.

Photo: Help Slut 1
Photo: Help Slut 2
Photo: Help Slut 3
Photo: Help Slut 4
Photo: Help Slut 5
Photo: Help Slut 6

I had to slow her down so she didn't rip my dick off were her lips. She was so into the bbbj that she didn't hardly notice. I decided to pull out one of the toys that I brought with me. I had taken it to Costa Rica and the girls all said - too big. A little liquid ky and she was all over that big blue boy. Slut!

After she came twice, I shut the monster down and put on a condom. We were going at it full pace. I wasn't rough, but we were going at it so hard I thought the bed was going to break. She was so damn wet that the sheets were soaked and we were both sweating like construction workers. I asked complete and grabbed the lube. Compliant, she flipped over and we tried, but no matter what position, she was just too tight. I said ok, no problema.

I took off the condom and sat back to take a breather. We'd been at it for more than a full hour. I told her it was ok if she wanted to go. She would hear nothing of it. She started with another bbbj and then it was on with the condom again. Damn I felt like a race horse ... just another mile. Full tilt we did it all. Then she wanted me to try her ass again. I lubed up really well, but it still wasn't working. We finally tried a few positions and then boom, I was in. She was laughing and motioned for me to get going. She loved it. Slut! After about ten minutes, I finally blew my load.

We relaxed for a while and took another shower. She asked me if I wanted to go again, but I said no thanks. I didn't want to die from a heart attack. What an amazing end to the night. I finally kicked her out so that I could get some sleep. Damn, the entire bed was a wet spot. I picked the driest slice of the bed and passed out.

And the worse thing is, I can't even remember her name. I'll just call her slut because she definitely filled that role.

That was fun reading your report. I'm not a big fan of either L'uomos or MC but there always alot of variance in those places. Newbies should probably just start at Solarium, then do 4x4 followed by Centurius & be happy with that. And then with time eliminate Centurius & 4x4 from the diet.

"She asked me if I wanted to go again..."

Now, how often do you hear that in Mexico??

One of these days...

MrBill