The next day Lene was supposed to drop by and see me around noon. Instead she showed up at 2:30 (typical garota time) with some other girls. Sorry girl, I can’t help you, you’re cutting into my Terma time now.

One of the girls was a cutie who wanted a boyfriend. She’d had an Italian boyfriend for a year but he’d obviously gotten fed up with sending her money. She now had some bills coming due and wanted a new boyfriend.

“No garota de programa” she announced to me.

“Good for you girl”, and I meant it, ”Lene, I’ll see you tomorrow at 10 A.M. sharp.” I didn’t think about the dichotomy of what I’d said until much later. One girl I'm encouraging to stay out of the business, while I make a deal with the other.

We had the standard send off from Jaguar and took a taxi to Solarium. It’s a bit of a drive and REVALINO68 has engaged the driver in a conversation. First the driver “forgets” to turn on the meter so we end up paying extra. Second REVALINO68 is asking the driver about sights along the lagoon and other spots. Nellie and I are in the back seat frantically begging REVALINO68 to stop talking to the driver. He’s looking for sights to point out instead of where he’s going. Rio driving is dangerous enough without a taxi driver not paying attention.

At Solarium it’s early and things haven’t picked up yet, so we’re talking together when this exotic morena named Gianna gets me in her sights. Her tits are perfect. Too perfect. I ask if they’re silicon and she says yes. Disappointed I gently brush her away. Remarkably she’s still keeps me in her sights.

So we’re stitting around trying not to catch any attention of the girls, shooting the breeze when Nellie starts laughing. There are some girls talking next to us and one of them said in English, “Why are you talking to each other? Why don’t you talk to me? Why don’t you fuck me?”

This cracks us all up and Karini is invited in. I’m loving this unabashed broad. She’s full of fire and spunk. And her tits are real too. Not only that, but she looks like a woman I almost had an affair with a few years earlier. I say almost because I was so naive that I didn’t realize the signals she was sending me until years later. If I’d bent her over the desk in her office she would have gone willingly. Silly me. The woman’s name? Karen.

So I go off with Karini/Karen and I have a lot of fun living a fantasy. There are mirrors on both sides of the room and I can see about a million of us in them.

Oh, now that I mention fantasy I remember something Omaha said. He was telling a few of his buddies that he trusted about what he did down here. They of course mocked him a little bit, but he would just reply, “I have no fantasies anymore. I just remember.” Gotta love it.

So back to Karini. We’re doing the deed and even though I’ve been exercising, I’m stopping every now and then to catch my breath. “Casado” I say. I think it means tired. I picked it up in Costa Rica, I presume it's similar in Portuguese.

She asks me if, for the grand finale, I want to come in her mouth. Well of course my dear, why didn’t you say so earlier? So I stand up and she’s on her hands and knees at the end of the bed and I start erupting. She’s quickly got a mouthful and moves to spit it out in the trash. But I’m still coming. Then she yells at me in Portugese! ‘What the heck am I supposed to do?’, I keep asking her.

So I move down her body and give her a paint job. She didn’t yell anymore and kept telling me everything was okay. Women, can’t live with ‘em, can’t come in their mouth without them yelling at you, even when it’s their suggestion. Later I see her French kissing a guy. Hmmm, note to self. Try to make sure your girl is fresh.

I’m as happy as a lark, get my steam, shower, and even get the massage. The massage lady is a chubby, but kind of cute. As she turns me over on my back I’m quite aware I’m naked. I wonder what she’d do if I popped a woodie? Would she be offended? Would she say anything? Knowing what little I do about Braziliaras I figure she’d be complimented that I could get a woodie for her. Lady, I’ve got 1/3 tablet of vitamin C in me, I’d pop a woodie at a fucked up Picasso drawing of a breast right now.

So I’m back up in the disco and things are happening. I’m starving and get a burger. Knowing this is Terma food I’m definitely going to soak this in ketchup. Karini sits down next to me and grabs the ketchup. She starts moving her hands over the envelope and spurting ketchup on the burger, then she says, “Oh baby! Oh baby! I’m coming!” I am cracking up. She goes down as my favorita.

About then I meet a cop from Detroit. Detroit comes down here every 4 months or so. His plane ticket is also half what mine is. I still can’t find good rates to Rio. Why is it I always run into cops on my jaunts? They get paid well, and have long weekends. He’s purchased a bottle of Jack Daniels and is sharing with everyone. The man is having a damn good time.

I mention that I’m getting a hankering for a little blonde fuck bunny (LBFB). He recommends a girl, who comes over, but after a few minutes I’m not getting a vibe. Another LBFB comes over and takes her place.

Gianna is still eyeing me and I ask Karini about her tits being silicon, they don't really look silicon. Karini wrinkles her nose, they’re real. Damn! Good thing for you I didn’t know that earlier. Gianna, get over here. Gianna is so exotic, she comes from Bahia up north. Kind of a cross between African and Native Brazilian tribeswoman. But I’m torn. I still want a LBFB. But Gianna is stroking my dick and alternately dancing for me better than any other girl.

Detroit suggests I do them both. Enjoy the difference between the two. Try some chocolate with your vanilla. Why didn’t I think of that! I don’t have enough money though to do a dupla, some of this will have to go on a credit card.

These girls have been teasing me for a good hour now. It’s time for them to get their reward. I tell them to go get us a room. They come back a few minutes later. There’s a 20 minute wait for a room. We’ll just have to stay in here and do some more foreplay.

That’s it! Foreplay. This is the male version of foreplay. We have been so hammered by women complaining in America about everything we do as men for so long we’ve forgotten that we’re entitled to our own form of foreplay. Men who don’t provide women foreplay are considered bad lovers or at least selfish. But if we want foreplay, a woman shaking her booty for us in sexually suggestive manner, and stroking us, we’re considered weird louts. We’re lucky to get any head. Fuck that, I want my foreplay.

And that’s what we did. The three of us danced a Brazilian mating dance, rubbing our booties and other natural appendages against one another for the next 20 minutes. Anticipation is such sweet pleasure.

While waiting for the room the front desk calls me down and explains that the girls must be paid in cash. Hmmm, do I have enough cash? Maybe I can borrow some from Nellie. Ah, I do have the cash! Oh happy day!

In the room it was a lot of fun. I got to do LBFB first and then finished off with Giana. I loved looking LBFB in the eye while I fucked her friend. LBFB tried to enhance my pleasure some more by sticking her finger up my bum while I fucked Gianna doggie style. But it was a little too much, I couldn’t concentrate while she was doing it. Sorry girl, I’m just not used to that. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.

As I’m coming down from the room I run into Karini in the little passageway there. This is my translation of the following conversation.

Karini, in mock exasperation, “Two girls!” She holds up two fingers.

“Huh?”

“You took two girls upstairs”?

I’m not getting you, this is a Terma right?

“With me you’re casado, but then you take two girls?”

Oh, I get it, “Listen baby, you know I love you. You’re my favorita. I just had some extra juice left over. They mean nothing to me, honest.”

She puts her hand over her heart, “You have a good heart”

Uh-oh, what’s this leading to?

“I’ll give you my phone number”

“Sure, why not, I’m leaving in two days anyway and I don’t have a phone.”

“Will you buy me a drink?”

“Oh, so that’s what this is all about”.

Just then in this little box that leads to the bar appears a beer. Oh, she’s already ordered a beer. No problem, I really liked her, as long as it’s not a Red Bull with Vodka, I’ll pay. I lean down and give the bartender my number.

As I stand up a server comes by and snatches the beer.

“Hey! That’s the lady’s beer!”

He’s confused.

“That’s her beer”, I repeat, motioning for him to give it back.

A realization dawns on him and he smiles, “No, it’s my beer”, and he moves past me into the disco.

Just then Karini pulls out of the little hole, what? You guessed it, Red Bull with Vodka.

“Do’h!”, echoed through the Terma.

Still, Solarium moved to the top of my list of favorite Termas. The girls just seemed more engaged.

Sadly that was my last night in Rio. We went and did the TA gig. I joined Jaguar’s table and sat next to MBL. She was not in a good mood. Another gentleman I’ll call New Jersey had just arrived was engaged in a conversation with her. She was making some noises about “True Love” and he was having none of it. It was obvious he’d been burned by the old she-hag that seems to rear her ugly head in all our lives. MBL was miffed about something too.

New Jersey said he was too tired for a Help girl, but then about twenty minutes later he got up and grabbed a girl and left. Much to my surprise Jaguar got up and told MBL he was going to watch New Jersey to make sure he got back to the hotel safely as he’d been drinking. I thought it quite the gentlemanly thing to do. I think MBL wanted New Jersey to get mugged.