David called at 9:30 in the morning for breakfast and I went down and joined him. I had a decent breakfast, and he left to pack up and leave. I came back up to the room and got back in bed, but could not sleep. Apparently, I was getting better. Still I did not feel like I was at 100 percent. Pedro called and asked if I wanted to meet with one of the girls in the picture David had brought back. I asked him to arrange for me to meet Karina (the middle girl in the last photo in the last chapter) the next day because I did not think I would be up for a full day yet today.

I got back in bed but still could not sleep, so I did some reading and a little bit of studying that I had brought along. About 5:00 I called Pedro and told him that I was feeling a lot better and would be ready to go out in an hour or two. He said give him a call when I was ready.

I called my voice mail (for the first time—I usually don’t ignore VM for so long even on vacation) and discovered I had quite a few messages waiting for me, so I took care of business for an hour.

Pedro didn’t answer his cellphone, so I went for a walk outside the hotel (just to make sure I was feeling up to an evening at the casas). Stumbling upon a pharmacy a couple of blocks away, I went in to buy some Levitra. They did not have the 20 milligram size. The clerk motioned me to wait, and made a few phone calls. Meanwhile, I was melting in the stifling atmosphere in the little shop. A fan behind the counter rotated in my direction enough to provide a momentary breeze every 15 seconds, but it was stifling in there. And it wasn’t so hot outside.

The clerk finally said no problem, we will deliver. She took the number of my hotel room, and I paid for it. It was somewhat more expensive than in Rio, about $12.50 a tab. I don’t remember the exact price in Rio, but I think it was a little bit less there. I walked back to the hotel, relieved at the (relatively) cooler air. Half an hour later, there was a knock at the door and the bellboy gave me the package, no problem.

I got through to Pedro about 7:00. He said he had just gotten into the office and would get back to me as soon as he was done which would be, he was not sure, ten minutes or half an hour.

Eight o’clock came and went. At about 8:30 he called and said that he was almost finished but not quite, and he would call me as soon as he was finished. Nine o’clock came and went, but before I got impatient again, he called and said I will be right there, meet you downstairs. So I went downstairs and he picked me up, and we drove over to my target for the night, Mona Lisa. I had read a report that mentioned a girl named Carol who worked there. I was quite interested in meeting her based upon her reported performance, but we were not sure whether she would still be working there because of the turnover rate.

We got to Mona Lisa at 9:40 and discovered that it closed at 10:00. In waiting for Pedro, I had forgotten to look at the time that it closed. Plus, nothing closes that ridiculously early in Rio. There were a couple of girls there that were doable, but Carol was not working there any longer, alas. Pedro said we would come back tomorrow and we left.

Elegant Center had good reports of the quality there, and I wanted to check it out. We walked in, and before the full court had surrounded us, I was immediately attracted to a chica who was a solid nine IMHO. She had a beautiful smile and a stunning rack.

The lineup built up and although there were a couple more that looked interesting, Edily was the clear choice.

I was a little surprised to find that the rates were so high. It was 3,500 pesos to take a room. I tried the line my friend was here before and he paid 2,500, but the manager was not having any of that. She crossed out the 2,500 and circled the 3,500 (which tells you a little about my Spanish-language negotiating skills, which included—and were pretty much limited to—“mi amigo,” “aqui,” and writing a number).

Well, I definitely wanted Edily. By this time we had been getting to know each other, and I had proceeded into the interview process (with Pedro’s help). She had said she did not like to kiss, but would for an extra 1,000 pesos. For that she would be a total GFE, she promised. OK, since she was the sexiest girl I had seen since Crystal, and I was particularly horny. We went into the room, and she left for a moment. The manager came in to take the money. Edily came back, and we got undressed.

She made me lie down on the massage table and spread lotion on my legs and back, and proceeded to give me a very nice massage. She was quite talented that way. Then she took the sheet off the massage table and laid it on the bed and had me lie on my back, and we proceeded to the main event. She was everything she promised to be. We started with a few minutes of DFK before she went down for a nice BBBJ, and then she put the raincoat on me and hopped on top. Both were altogether too short, but I was too hot to protest, I wanted to get into her. She was a wild thing riding me, first reverse cowboy, then I had her reverse into regular cowboy so I could drink her gorgeous body and face with my eyes, and caress her magnificent breasts and nipples. She had huge areolas on her massive breasts, and they were sensitive. I wasn’t sure whether her breasts were real, she insisted they were, but….And I didn’t care, I really like big fake boobs if well done.

Making love with Edily was a wonderful experience. Unfortunately, it only took about half an hour, total, what with my being so horny with a couple of days build-up in my sac. Plus, not being able to talk with the chicas definitely put a crimp in my style. I had hoped for more GFE time (lying there, cuddling, getting into it again because these chicas didn’t seem to need to take showers at every turn like the garotas), but she was heading into the bathroom.

The bathroom had a toilet seat but no shower head and no shower curtain (a set-up that I don't recall Xenono mentioning). When we took our showers, the floor got quite wet. Then as I was dressing, she was in there with a mop mopping up the water from the floor and squeezing out the mop into the toilet, yuck.

When I came out, Pedro was flirting with a very attractive little spinner. He asked what I wanted to do. I was torn between taking Edily for longer or going someplace else. I knew Pedro was tired and wanted to get home to his family, so he might be able to drop me off somewhere else, and then I would be on my own. I took another look at Edily. I noticed that the place was beginning to fill up with a lot of locals.

I consulted with Pedro about the prospects of finding a girl as beautiful as Edily elsewhere. Pedro was suggesting that I take a different one, for instance the one he was flirting with. I made an executive decision and decided I wanted Edily. So I talked with Pedro, he asked the manager how much it would. At first it was 7,500 pesos but quickly came down to 6,500 pesos to take her out for the night until 9:00 the next morning.

Pedro did not seem to be able to negotiate that price downward. Would they take a credit card? Yes, with a 10% surcharge. Too much, Pedro told them I would accept 3%. Another executive decision, I accepted their terms. So I got out of there with only a 5% hit on my credit card above the 6,500 peso fee (plus the 1,000 I expected I would have to tip her in the morning). I thought I needed to move fast before one of the other guys snatched her up, since the place was filling up, apparently with locals (although I wasn’t really paying them much attention. Pedro had been coaxing his spinner to show us her pussy and let us play with it as we were waiting for the manager).

Pedro drove us back to the hotel, and she got excited when I told her I had a computer there. She was even more excited when she found I had internet access—she checked her e-mail, and showed me some porn she had on her account. I had her e-mail me what I thought were some choice pics of a HOT blonde (but I actually got a clip of one of her macho friends rafting down a river in Africa—and her e-mail address, of course). Then she downloaded Messenger (Spanish version), and really got into it for a while, typing short messages. I asked her who she was talking with, and she said friends in Bolivia. Whatever. I’ve never used Messenger, so I didn’t know how it worked. Since it was in Spanish, I didn’t exactly pick up all the details, but I was sure enjoying watching her there, half-naked at the computer. Damn, she had great tits.

After I while, I wanted to take her again, and she reluctantly signed off (after about the fourth time I asked). We fell into bed, making out like teenagers, and she continued to be a GFE. We had another very nice round of lovemaking, more leisurely this time, and I got to fully savor her body. She went crazy when I went down on her, and came in short order—several times, apparently. Eventually, we fell asleep, contented.

She was an affectionate sleeper—she kept touching me and cuddling up to me all night long. I did not sleep very well because of that, since I was not used to somebody continually snuggling up to me, but it was a great experience. The sleep I did get was better than average, and I enjoyed the night thoroughly.

We woke up slowly in the morning around 9:00 and made delicious love one more time. She got dressed and left, and we promised to keep in touch with e-mail. I think she said she had an aunt in LA (which is why she wouldn’t let me use pictures with her face), so I had visions of flying her out here (despite the language barrier—hell, that would give me a few weeks to learn Spanish).

Photos: Edily 06 07 08 09

Pedro called a few minutes after she left to check on me and see how things were going. He told me that Karina would be ready as soon as I wanted her, so I told him that would be now, to check on her and give me a call back. He said he would call back in a few minutes.

He had not called back after half an hour, so I went down to have breakfast. When I came back to the room, there was a message on the phone from Pedro saying to call him immediately that he had Karina lined up.

I asked him how much, and he said $200. Wait a minute, I said, for his girl (the one to the left of Karina in the 5-girl photo in the last chapter) David paid $100 for 24 hours plus 1,000 pesos for her to miss work. Pedro gave me some story about how the girls worked at different places, and had to pay out a lot of money to miss work, plus they missed out on revenue from their jobs. Bullshit, I thought, and told him this was way too much, I knew what the prices were from a web site, but he held firm on t hat price. Although it had become clear that he was not really my friend, not on my side (especially when HE took the 8,500 pesos prior to her arrival), I was pretty much at his mercy. I pressed him about what I would get for that (at least I could get her end of the deal clear), and he virtually guaranteed that she would be a GFE for 24 hours. Perhaps it would be worth it, I thought, anyway, it’s only money.

Well, in typical Caribbean fashion, it took another two hours for Karina to get there. She knocked on my door and was a beautiful sight, tall, slim, attractive.

Photo: Karina 10

When Karina came into the room, we embraced and made out for a minute. She kissed very nicely. I thought that was a good start. She spoke no English, and I pointed her towards the computer with the translation program on it. She at least could read Spanish, although she could only type very slowly. She asked what I wanted to do, and I said go to the Zona Colonial, but first I pointed to the bed.

She was everything Pedro had said she would be, a GFE in bed. DFK, BBBJ, then she pulled me on top of her. We made love in several positions before I finally came. I decided to save my tongue-treat for her until later, since we would be spending 24 hours together

Photos: Karina 11 12 13

We got dressed and took a cab to the Zona Colonial. It was very hot and muggy. First we went to the old church, the first church in the new world. She seemed to be unfamiliar with the historical monuments there, and we walked down a (the?) main shopping street and did some window shopping—with all the other touristas.

When we did not seem to be looking at any more historical buildings, I told her again that I wanted to see some historical buildings (I had my Spanish-English dictionary handy), so we went down a side street and did a little bit more sightseeing, but it was so hot and muggy she wanted to go back after a couple of hours, even after we stopped for an ice cream. I was sorry that we didn’t get in a little more sightseeing, since I had read about the historical importance of Santo Domingo while I had waited for her to show up.

When we got back to the room, she promptly plopped on the bed and went to sleep for a nap. I was a little bit tired too, so I laid down beside her. After an hour, I got up, but she continued to sleep. When I woke her up an hour and a half later, she indicated that she had a headache. That did not fit my script for what we were going to do next.

Pedro had called while she was asleep to see how things were going, and he called again shortly after she woke up. I told him that I wasn’t happy, and he spoke to her briefly. Then he told me he thought we should go get something to eat, that would help her feel better.

I was getting hungry, so that seemed like a good idea to me. I asked her if she was familiar with Conuco, a restaurant Gitano had recommended to me. It was a very interesting native restaurant with authentic local food and décor. This is an experience not to be missed in Santa Domingo, IMHO. Although it was not inexpensive, the food was excellent. The insides were quite colorful and diversely decorated, as you would expect of a Caribbean island. There was a show with musicians and dancers and a woman with pretty amazing dancing skills showing off for us.

We took a cab back to the hotel and she indicated that she still was not feeling well. At this point, I was very frustrated and I called Pedro to complain. He had a few words with her, and then he suggested that I take her out to a club, have a drink with her, help her to relax.

He suggested Trios, so we got in the cab and went over to Trios, a 250-peso ride. When we got there, they would not let me in because I was wearing sandals. So we got back in the cab, which fortunately had not left, and continued on at her direction. I thought we were going back to the hotel, but she had apparently told the cab driver to go to another place. We ended up driving around looking for something (I never was sure what since communication was minimal to nonexistent), backtracking along the coast and stopping at one of the kiosks along the beach. We sat on a patio above the beach and watched the waves crash onto the sand as she nursed a beer, listening to music so played loud it distorted the cheap speakers horribly. It would have been a lovely romantic setting if only I could speak Spanish or she could speak English (and they turned the awful noise down).

She nursed a beer for about 20 minutes, then we took a cab went back to the room and made love. She had stopped being affectionate right after the Zona Colonial, and I was really not happy about that. Her lovemaking was uninspired, not the GFE she had been earlier—minimal kissing, no BJ. Still, I got off, and turned over to go to sleep

In the morning, we woke up and I touched her affectionately. She said, only one time. Not exactly what I wanted to wake up to, since I was the one paying, and was already feeling shortchanged. But I had long since decided that I was not going to get what I wanted, so I might as well get what I could. We made love (it was a little better than the night before, but not much), and I told her that she could go, even though I had paid for her for about 4 more hours.

Karina put on the tiniest miniskirt I had ever seen, a little piece of blue jean material that just barely covered her thong, and she was wearing that tight little t-shirt which came halfway down her stomach. I tried to tell her that that outfit was not appropriate for this hotel, but she shrugged. The hotel was the staging ground for the inauguration of the new president that weekend, and the lobby had been packed with dignitaries, bureaucrats, and their families for several days.

So we went down in the elevator, and when the door opened on the first floor, right in front of the door there was a senator being interviewed on camera. He managed not to blink as this obvious hooker walked out of the elevator right past him. She just walked straight towards the front door and did not even turn around to say goodbye. I was too embarrassed to look around the lobby and see who was staring at her—I could feel all the eyes headed in our direction. I just walked away from her toward the breakfast area, and she walked out the door without looking back at all. Well, good riddance. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it does not.

After breakfast, I finished packing, and Pedro took me to the airport. I went pretty smoothly through the airport, despite waiting in long lines in several places (I had allowed plenty of time, 2½ hours). In Rio, the only such line I had ever experienced was going through security. There was a great deal of security (perhaps related to the president’s inauguration), and I had my passport and identification checked multiple times. I have no idea why there was such security leaving the country, but it was not a problem. Everybody was very nice about it. I boarded the plane, and headed back to reality.