This was a real long day for me. I woke up fairly early because the fav wanted "to talk" about things - specifically, why was I only with her 20 hours a day and not 24. I explained the fact that I was in town with friends and everything and she said fine, but the fact that she didn't say anything to me during breakfast indicated that things were coming to a head very quickly. After breakfast we went back upstairs. I stopped by the pool briefly and talked to Aldaron a bit, basically saying that I was thinking about firing the fav.

Well as it happened the minute I got back in the room she proceeds to launch into the "I no ask for money, your friends spend all day in termas and Help, puta this and puta that, blah blah fucking blah." To be honest, this was just the opening I was looking for, so I didn't really put up much of a protest except to say that yes, there are a lot of garotas in Rio looking for American boyfriends. That really fired her up and she went into puta mode, which put me right into monger mode, which led to me throwing some money at her while helping her pack up her stuff. She was tough though, a little water works action but she held her own, and walked right on out.

Well, that was pleasant, but pretty quick and not that painful. Nothing got broken or anything so I count that as a blessing. It's weird but, as I left the hotel about 15 minutes later, I really didn't even think about her anymore. Brasil is a great place to have bust-ups with girls, because of the multitude of potential replacements. As I like to say "whenever a hotel door closes, a cabina door opens". So with that in mind I went to go get SweetMesquite and off to Terma 65 we went.

Quick side note - Sweet is a major league snorer. He gets in the cab and I sit up front so he can nap on the way downtown, and 10 seconds after he puts his head down he's rattling the windows with his snoring. The cab driver was cracking up and unfortunately for us, a truck broke down in the middle of the road on the Botafogo side of the tunnel, just past the mall, so it took 25 minutes to get from Alcazar to the other side of the breakdown. Sweet would be snoring one second, wake up and ask where we were, and go back to snoring 3 seconds later. Amazing.

We roll into 65 and I am surprised by the scene - about 30 garotas are working the boite and about five guys are there, and they were all hanging together. What a target-rich environment! Sweet of course knew half the garotas and pointed out a hottie blonde for me, Michelle. We talked for all of five minutes and went to hit a room. Excellent session, and she is just the perfect piece of arm candy! After finishing we cruise back downstairs and I am accosted by another garota, Barbara. This girl had a rock-hard body, nice tits and ass and an amazing tongue. We messed around for a while in the boite and then it was upstairs for session number 2 for me. What a blast, a long blowjob/ball lick/bung lick and then a nice fuck. She gave me a massage until the phone rang (late, I think) and I headed down. Sweet wanted to go to 4x4 but I was pretty worn out - I had done the fav before breakfast so I already had 3 girls this day and it was only around 6:30 P.M.

I went and had a quick dinner, went back to the hotel and read for a while. I was really into hitting Help tonight, seeing as for the first three nights in town I wasn't able to. TA was pretty busy and the talent level inside Help was excellent. The holiday crowds hadn't arrived yet and the talent was high and plentiful. I walked around for a bit and then hooked up with a friend of Duda's, who was hanging with SweetMesquite. We did a quick negotiation and then headed back to the Marriott, fucked and went to bed. All in all, not a bad day, four garotas and one firing and a new terma to discover.

Ain't it funny how they all say "I'm not a puta, I'm not with you for the money"? I don't suppose she refused the money you tossed at her, did she? I know that you, Cato, already know the drill, but let that be a lesson to any newbies reading your story - repeat after me class - opnce a puta, always a puta.

Other than that, tuff day in Rio. I think you need to go to Tel Aviv to rest up a while...

Abraco,

BS

At one point she said something along the lines of "if you go to Help (with scumbag friends, she said something in Portuguese I hadn't heard before, it didn't sound nice though!), then I go Barberela". I said good and that's when the packing started.

Surely she wasn't talking about me. I was domesticated.

Not you in particular, but she did ask about your wife. I said she was your cousin, but I don't think she believed me.

Yes, my mother's brother was Strom Thurmond.