Going Under

I wake this morning to another beautiful day. It has been like this for the last 3 days. I tell Alicia that I want to go to the beach and she seems pleased that I want her to go with me. Having a Brasilada with me will help fend off some of the scam artist. I’m not interested in trolling the beach for women anyway.

We head outside and spot Sandman and his RTB sitting outside at Alcazar. We say hello and off we go.

On the beach, we get two chairs and a couple of drinks. I start to pull my money out but she tells me to pay later. I know not to let these guys run a tab on you, but she assures me it will be ok.

At one point she wants to go get in the water because it is hotter than seven Hells today, but I don’t want to leave my bag. She grabs it and gives it to the chair guy and he hangs it up under his tent. I’m a little uneasy about this but once again, she assures me it will be ok and we head to the water.

The water is cold as shit. We go in about waist deep and she informs me that she cannot swim. I’m not interested in going out into this water any further anyway. There is no telling what kind of sewage is in it. We get wet and go back to our chairs. I get my bag back and check everything. It’s all there.

She pushes her chair back and puts her towel out on the sand to lie on her stomach for a while. I can't help but stare. As one hombre said about her my first night back, “she’s got the best bunda in Rio.” Soon we head back to the apartment.

It is Saturday and she wants to know if I am going to Terma X with the other guys. I tell her no, but I think she knows and she leaves.

I head off to meet the gang at the office. They are about to head out. I have to go get something out of my apartment so they take off and I tell them I will meet them up the street.

Arriving at Terma X, I am a little unsure of what to expect. I haven’t been back here since “that night.” I walk in and there are a number of hombres there. I notice right away that there are a lot of new girls working here that I have never seen. I sit at the bar and relax. Soon I have a new girl trying to talk to me. I’m not interested in going back with her, so I buy her a drink as a compromise.

Soon Priscilla returns and comes over to say hello. I talk to her for a few minutes but I’m not interested in doing her again. I came here to hang with the guys for a while and have a few beers. I hang out for about an hour and a half.

Outside Terma X, I pull out my phone and give her a call. “Oi Iris”. We babble on with each other for almost 7 minutes. I tell her I am sorry about the other night and that I want to see her again and I will call her soon. I love talking to that one. If I could only understand her, it would be great.

I stop by Alicia’s apartment and we watch tv for a while. She has been using my phone from time to time to avoid using her credits up. It’s a small compromise. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of letting her see me unlock it yesterday and now she knows how to do it herself.
At this point, she is lying beside me doing something with it. Then she asks me who did I talk to for 7 minutes. Oh fuck! I had put Iris’s name in it with just her first letter. I play it off and make up someone thinking it is settled.

A minute later I hear, “Quem falla”……………….. desculpe. Oh shit… I know enough Portuguese to know that she just said “Who’s speaking”. I grab the phone and before I have a chance to say a word, my phone rings. I look at it and it’s Iris. There is no way I am answering this phone. I press silent and it finally stops. Thirty seconds later it rings again. Same person… same result. I just look at her and grab my bag searching for my dictionary. I’m looking for a certain word she will understand. There is it….. cadela. “Você é uma cadela.” Before I can beat her ass, the apartment phone rings and someone is downstairs. All of a sudden she seems anxious to get rid of me. I lie down on her bed and smile. I’m not going anywhere.

She answers the door and I hear her talking to someone. This couldn’t possibly be another guy.

She finally comes back in and says her friend is here. This girl is apparently going to stay at her apartment tonight.

I’m getting hungry so I start thinking about dinner. The guys were all planning to meet later so I call Sweet to ask him where they are going. They are already at the restaurant and he asks me if I will be bringing anyone. After a quick survey, it looks like I will be bringing two. He says that is fine and they have plenty of room. I plan on being there in 10 minutes since it is a short walk.

If you have ever waited on two girls to get dressed, you know that 10 minutes turned into 30. I want to leave and walk on over because I fear we are holding them up from ordering but Alicia locks the door and hides the key so I can’t get out.

Around this time, she gets a call from one of her probable “donors” in the States. She is talking to this poor fool and I am just shaking my head. At one point, the guy is trying to give her his email address and she can’t write it down correctly, so she gives it to me and holds the phone to my ear as this poor bastard calls out his yahoo address. I am talking, so he clearly knows there is another guy with her. I’m not sure what he was thinking at that point.

Anyway, I tear off the piece of paper with his email address and stick it in my pants. She finally gets off the phone and I tell her she is “muito safado” because she was holding the phone away from her at times laughing. I offer her a trade…. let me out and I will give her the address. It is clear though that all I am doing is delaying her from getting dressed so I give up. At one point, she is running around butt-naked in front of both of us. I just shake my head again. She informs me that it is no big deal since she has a “pussy” and her friend has a “pussy”. She sprays on some more jeans and once again… camel toe. Whatever, let’s go.

Arriving at the Italian restaurant it appears to be a full crew that I was not expecting. Don, Sandman and RTB, Rich, SFHombre, and HS69 are all gathered around 3 tables.

After dinner, my two girls and I go by my apartment. It appears that Alicia’s friend will be spending the night in one of my spare bedrooms.

Arriving at Terraco, we sit at the table with Anna and her boyfriend from Sweden (who I will call Sven since I can’t remember his name). He seems like a pretty cool guy. We all decide to go into Help around 12:00. However, unbeknownst to Sven and I, the girls have cooked up something. It seems that Alicia’s friend doesn’t have an ID so she is giving hers to the other girl so she can get in. I’m not sure what was going on but when we try to go in, they call us back and won’t let us inside. Alicia and Anna stand there arguing with a couple of the door guys for almost 10 minutes and I finally see this isn’t happening so I grab the tickets and take them back over to the counter to get my money back. Of all things…. I haven’t been exposed to the “I’ll use your ID trick” since high school. Anyway, no Help tonight.

The five of us decide to go downtown to a club called Six. They go over and talk to a taxi driver out front. I know better than this. A guy tells us he will take us down there for R$40. It’s a rip-off, but we have 5 people and we need the station wagon taxi so we have little choice. We tried to get 5 people in a car taxi the other night and the dude said no. The problem with these girls, as I found out during my last trip, is that they will get in a taxi anywhere because they aren’t the ones paying. Then, when you try to tell them that it is a rip-off, you start to look like the asshole instead of the asshole driver. Whatever, let’s just go. I figure after Sven and I split it, it won’t be so bad. If we had to take two taxis it would be about the same.

This taxi driver probably has the best sound system in Rio. We jam all the way there to Nelly, 50 Cent, and that damn song that I absolutely hate, and that all the girls love down here. It’s the one about ”lick my pussy and my crack”. Whether it was in Terma Y, Terma X, or Help, I always knew the girls had no clue what they were singing. Most know what pussy is, but as I suspected, Alicia finally looks at me and asks, “ what is crack?” “Something I will never be licking that’s for sure”, I reply. I tell her I will show her later.

As we ride downtown, Sven and I make out with our “girlfriends” in the backseat. I chalk it up to be just part of my continuing crazy adventures in Rio.

Arriving at Six, Sven says he doesn’t have Reals and that he has to use his credit card. He gave me some story earlier at Terraco about how he had tried to go to the ATM but they were all closed. I didn’t really care until I got stuck with paying the taxi driver R$40. I figure he can pick-up the ride back and we go inside.

They give you a little card as you go in and you use it to put drinks on it. It was like R$20 per person to get in (I think), but that included 3 drinks I believe. Hell, I don’t know what I paid really.

Alicia and I head to one of the bars for a drink and I notice this guy checking her out. She asks him something in Portuguese about the card and I shake my head. I already knew this cat was like me and didn’t understand anything. It turns out that he is from my hometown and we talk for a while. He asks me where did I find “that” and I tell him Copacabana. “It’s nice”, he says. Yes indeed. If only I could give her a brain transplant.

We go upstairs in the dance area and I’m looking for all of the hot girls that I have heard about in these non-pro clubs. However, I’m not impressed. Sven and I have the two hottest girls in the place. There are none even close. I’m sure there are better clubs around town, but this one wasn’t filled with beauties like I have heard.

On the dance floor, I am once again amazed at how natural dancing comes to most of these women. I had never seen Alicia really turn out her groove, but seeing her dance to “Crazy in Love” was special. I try to keep up. Fortunately the dance floor was very crowded, so no one notices my highjinks.

Around 3:00, we decide to leave and grab a taxi. Going back to Terraco, it ends up being around R$25. As Sven gets out, he hands me R$11. Thanks dude. Now take your ass back to Sweden.

I take my two girls back to the apartment. I can imagine what the doorman was thinking when I show up at 3:30 in the morning with two women. We go inside and I fix the bed for my guest and she retires.

Alicia doesn’t want bed action tonight… she wants couch action again. Ok….. whatever. Her friend will just have to get an eyeful if she happens to come out.

Afterwards, we retire to bed. I have one full day left. What the fuck am I doing? I am out of control with no one here to pull me back from the abyss. This little morena and I are headed for a hard good-bye.

Loved this installment. Keep up the good work.

"If only I could give her a brain transplant"
Now that is a quote to remember. Damm this is getting DEEP! Keep your head up Aldaron

Have heard a lot about "Six", but each cab driver I have asked has never heard of it. Aldaron, do you recall the address?

I have no idea where we went. It was like we were going down to Centro though. It was hard for me to see because she wasn't letting me up for air very often.

Shit, let me take L. out for a night.
Club six is a dump. Too many guys (that's why I leavet he states) and the quailty is below a 6.

You should have went to the club in Ipanema, called Barronetti (maybe wrong spelling) it's over on barao da torre. But all the girls in copa, say there all stuck up in there. I feel like I'm in collins ave. in south beach.
Seems, like your having a good time with her, I haven't read the further chapters yet. I'm ready to see the big pay off.

CN

I'm not sure what their fascination with Six was. I wasn't impressed though. I was asked to go back on my most recent quick trip but I declined.

For you others, it is like any urban type club in a warehouse type setting.... multiple bars, upstairs/downstairs, a couple of dance areas, music booming in some areas, quieter in others with TVs, plenty of places to hide and do whatever.