I posted to this board with a question about tipping--the chicas were asking for tips, and I didn‘t recall seeing anything about that here--and then went to sleep for a couple of hours. I was really enjoying having a fast internet connection in my room, the best I could do in the apartments we rented in Rio was use David’s dial-up connection to aol--and it usually took a couple of days to get a phone line working in the apartments.
At 2:30 I got up to shower and shave. In the middle of my shower, again, the power went off. This time there was a little bit of light coming in from the outside, so it was not pitch black. Again, 20 seconds later, the power came back on again. I was starting to get afraid to take showers, thinking irrationally that I was making the power go out.
I met David and Pedro outside the hotel. We bought a few bottles of water and took off to Santiago.
The road to Santiago was a four-lane highway in good condition generally, although there were occasional potholes that we had to dodge. We stopped along the road for a coconut for 20 pesos, much cheaper than in Rio. However, the coconut vendor was not as skilled at opening up the top, he didn’t use the three-chop method that the Rio kiosk vendors used. He kept hacking away at it until he got it open. I saw that there was much more coconut meat on the inside than the Brazilian coconuts. Yum. He cracked it in half after we drank the juice, and we ate some of the firm white meat.
We pulled into Santiago around 5:00 and went directly to Casa Blanca. There were only about five or six chicas sitting around in a lovely tropical garden with several pavilions, chairs scattered around, and a bar. We sat down and ordered drinks. Unlike the other places, the chicas did not all rush up to surround us, even though we were pretty much the only customers there.
We looked around and there were two girls that David and I decided might be doable. We sat with our drinks, looking around, but only one other attractive chica appeared. She sat down nearby and proceeded to look extremely bored for the next hour. Bored, but she was pretty sexy. Eventually, Pedro called both of the doable girls over and chatted with them briefly to find out their availability and whether they considered themselves GFE’s. Eventually, they went off in the corner with a couple of guys who wandered in.
About 7:00, we went off to have dinner. We drove into the center of town and found a large monument on a hill with a tall statue on top of a pedestal. The statue's arms were raised in a very awkward position. Christo in Rio could maintain his arms in his position much more comfortably for much longer than this poor statue. Anyway, this square seemed to be the central gathering place, with families joining other families to walk around, eat ice cream, seen and be seen. There were horse-drawn carriages giving rides around the square, and it was ringed with restaurants and other businesses. Some young girls were walking around (some clearly too young).
We went to a steak restaurant that was recommended by the people at Casa Blanca. The waiters were dressed like cowboys (complete with plastic guns in holsters) and the restaurant building appeared to be constructed from logs, giving it a very rustic look. The food was decent and the servings generous. Pedro said something to a couple of cute chicas who walked by our table on the way to join some friends, but they were not interested in joining us.
We returned to Casa Blanca at about 8:30. We would have missed it, because the sign was not lit up, but Pedro’s sharp eye spotted it after we drive by once. We parked, went in, sat down and ordered drinks. The first girls we had seen were not immediately visible. Pretty soon a cute little spinner came up to David and started teasing him. He told her he was interested in a girl with larger breasts, and told her she should go bother me. She went off for a minute to find her girlfriend who fit David's requirements, and came over to me when she came back.
There was something about her—I’m sure I’m not the only one who is ruled by the equation, (spinner) + (braces) = more than (a cute spinner with braces) + (intense desire).
She was named Sugeire. Soon the chica she had summoned, Ingrid, came over to David. We played around for a while and Pedro talked a little bit about prices. The prices seemed high. Apparently they wanted 5500 pesos to go somewhere (or maybe stay on premises) for a few hours, and 8500 pesos for all night until 3 PM the next day. She was being very sensual with me (although not kissing), increasing my desire as they are wont to do. I had in the back of my mind that the prices here should be much lower, what kind of job was Pedro doing for us? Was he getting a kickback?
We left about 10:00 to drive back to Santa Domingo. All of us, except Pedro, slept along the way, with Sugeire snuggled up to me nicely. We pulled up to the hotel around midnight.
We tried to communicate on the computer, but she was unable to read. I couldn’t believe the illiteracy here.
Sugeire was hot in bed. But not quite as hot as I had expected from her in-bar performance that softened me up. She gave CBJ pretty well, and then got on top for a while before we finished in missionary.
Photos: Sugeire 02 03 04
About 4:30 in the morning Sugeire awakened me. I was dead tired and starting to have a real headache from that sinus drainage problem. She tried to get me to make love with her again and I reluctantly complied--we went through the motions. I was not really feeling like it, and was still half asleep.
When we finished, she got up and was pointing at her watch like she wanted to leave. I really wanted to go back to sleep, but this was not acceptable. I got up and went to the computer and tried to communicate with her. At least I could get it to translate, and read it to her. She was just saying one or two words like chica and amiga and not making any sense at all, but she was clear that she wanted to leave.
I really got upset at this and, although I was not raising my voice, I was making very clear to her my displeasure, but she was just stupidly repeating a few words, chica, amiga, sua amiga. This was going on for at least an hour, during which time she called her friend in David's room several times. I also called David to let him know what was going on, and he said that his girl too had gotten up to leave and eventually he said it was okay. He knew that Ingrid wanted to visit her daughter in Santa Domingo, she had told him that last night, that’s one reason she agreed to come from Santiago.
So David was done with her and didn’t want her to come back because she wanted to leave--he did’t think she would be into it any longer. I still wanted Sugeire to stay though. Ingrid eventually came down to my room and when I told Sugeire I was going to cancel the credit card payment, Ingrid became upset and started crying, and had some sharp words with Sugeire. I told Sugeire that if she stayed until 6:00 that evening to make up for the lost time I would be happy.
She agreed, and then I had to talk to David about Ingrid, since the two seemed to want to hang together. He initially said that he did not want her and then that she would stay with me, but that would cancel some money that he owed me, which I did not think was a good enough deal to keep Ingrid too. Besides, by this time I had a splitting headache and was incapable of anything more than going back to sleep.
So Ingrid went back to David's room and Sugeire and I went back to sleep at 6:00 a.m. We slept until about noon. I woke up still having a splitting headache. We made love again, but I felt terrible physically. I just wanted to go back to sleep. So sent Sugeire off and told her it was okay.
I went back to sleep. A couple of hours later David called to see if I wanted to go out for lunch. We walked down the block to the Chinese restaurant and had a quick lunch. Next door was a pharmacy and I stopped off to get some Ampicillin (at the pharmacist’s recommendation when I described my symptoms) and some Advil. I came back and took the pills and went back to sleep.
David called at 9:00 for dinner. I had been sleeping all afternoon, apparently with a nasty sinus infection (I have gotten a few of them over the years as a result of some damage I did in my youth--which lasted well into middle age--while trying to have fun).
I got up and went out to dinner feeling somewhat woozy and not all there. We went to Tony Roma's right down the street from the hotel. It was a decent dinner--a little too American for my tastes, but good nonetheless. David and Pedro were heading over to Remington Palace, but I simply did not feel up to it so I came back to the hotel.
Good thing too because a few minutes after I sat down at the computer I had a little accident. I had no idea where I got that stomach bug from. I had been very careful about only drinking bottled water, not eating unwashed vegetables, etc. I even rinsed my mouth with bottled water after brushing my teeth, something I never did in Rio, although I was generally careful about the drinking water there.
Fortunately, I had some loperimide that I had recently purchased in Rio for a minor incident there. So I took a pill. Nothing more was going to be coming out of that end for a couple of days, but I was feeling even more miserable. I went back to sleep.
I was sleeping fitfully and as the night wore on I started feeling like I might have to throw up. At one point, I even went and stood next to the sink for a while seeing if maybe something would come up so I would feel better. Nothing happened. As the sun came up I was still sleeping fitfully, but feeling a little bit better in my stomach. I stayed in bed curled up into a ball until David called around 2:00, and we went down to the Chinese restaurant for some lunch.
David had with him a lovely girl named Deborah that he had met. He was quite happy with her and said she was a real GFE. She was really cute, and was hanging onto him like the girls in the casas before you make your selection. He was spending the day and night with her for a $100.00 bill, plus 1,000 pesos to pay her fine for not showing up at work that night, and he became even more excited when he found out that she liked girls, and had a girlfriend she was willing to invite over for the evening. He had a picture of her and four other chicas that Pedro had lined up, chicas that were supposed to be particularly hot and actual GFE’s.
Photos: Chicas 05
I came back to the hotel and curled up in a ball again. I slept until 10:00 and woke up feeling a little bit better--good enough to order some room service dinner, and then I felt good enough to stay up for a little while instead of going straight back to bed like I had been doing for the last two days. I tried to use the Internet, but the hotel service, apparently, was on the blink and it was very difficult to use. I had trouble getting to sleep for a few hours, but finally dozed off around 2:30. Wow, I had actually been awake for four hours in a row.