Day 6

As I have every morning I've spent in Rio to date, woke up on Sunday with a soft warm garota next to me. Wouldn't have it any other way. Patricia had definitely chilled a bit from the previous night - no longer was she the wanton vixen she had been in Help. Made a go at a session, but the three in succession the previous day in Centaurus had definitely taken their toll on my libido, and it ended up being a mostly oral affair.

Shortly afterwards she was off, leaving her phone number behind with me. RM and I convened in the living room for our normal daily strategy session. Termas options are limited on Sunday, so we decided we would just hit the best of what was available - these being L'uomo and Solarium.

RM then took off to the beach while I made a trip over to Don's office to pick up a long overdue change of sheets for the bed and some fresh towels. He also came back with me to fire up the oven so I could cook a frozen pizza I'd had sitting in the frig a few days. While there, I had him try to call both Keity's and Carla's numbers from Centaurus, thinking I might want to set up a session for later (Don's Portuguese is way better than mine), but it was no answer at both. I then chilled out at the apartment a few more hours waiting for my digital camera battery to recharge, then finally it was off to the beach.

Yet another picture perfect sunny, hot day. One cool thing about Sundays is they close the whole eastside of Avenida Atlantica (closest to the beach) to vehicle traffic - so I thought I'd try blading on the now open asphalt. But it was tough going - the sun is so strong that it actually softens it up to the point where at times it feels like going through mud.

Once again, an absolutely enormous throng out on the beach, and you could feel a certain festiveness in the air with the big New Year's Eve celebration only a day away now. RM as usual had been out there a few hours already, and he was anxious to be on his way to L'uomo. As much as I wanted to hit L'uomo as well, I really needed to chill a while and get another massage.

Afterwards, I considered my options. Getting to L'uomo would involve a long cab ride into the middle of Copacabana in heavy traffic. Whereas Solarium was just on the other side of Lagoa Rodrigo de Frietas - just a quick six-block walk in from Ipanema beach - where I could then blade around the lake on the jogging trail and hop off for the two blocks over to Solarium. So as much as I hated to miss out on L'uomo this trip, Solarium it would be.

Unlike Thanksgiving, where I'd enjoyed a relatively clear jogging path for a great blading jaunt around the entire lake, it was now packed with both locals and tourists - mostly out there to view the famous 85' Christmas tree. At times I had to slow to a virtual walk and poke my way through the assembled throngs. And despite having picked out some landmarks prior on my map, I overshot Solarium by quite a bit - deciding then to just ditch the blades and go out to hail a cab to backtrack my way over there.

Going into Solarium is always special because they have absolutely the best front desk person of any of these places. Her name escapes me at the moment (RM probably remembers) but she is truly a kick in the ass. They also have a "frequent phucker" program in place where they track each entry with a fingerprint device, which I think gets you either free cover or a free room upgrade after a certain number of visits.

Unfortunately, Solarium had nowhere near the talent level I'd seen in there on previous visits - in fact most of the girls there were completely unfamiliar to me. Guess the primo talent was taking some time off to prep for the holiday. But as always in the termas, that doesn't mean there weren't viable options. I was quickly approached by an attractive big-bunda'd girl of the type I'd already hooked up with many times on the trip. She sat down with me, but I was looking for something different this time, and she soon moved on.

Then Samantha came over - ah, that's more like it. Great smile, great bod, pretty face that reminded me of an actress I can't think of at the moment, fun and cool. Best of all, finally a termas girl who spoke good English (trying to communicate in Portuguese gets wearing after a while). Meanwhile RM cruised in fresh off another triumphant visit to L'uomo, and hung out with us. Fairly quickly pulled the trigger on what turned out to be a very nice session, though details escape me now.

Photo: Samantha - Solarium 29
Samantha from termas Solarium

Then back out to the boite where I pulled another girl in fairly short order, attracted mostly by what appeared to be a substantial natural rack. But when we got to the room - ARRGHHH - freshly minted bolt-ons - for me the ultimate turn-off. But I soldiered on and made the best of it, though it was hardly the blowout monster termas session I wanted to close the trip with.

As usual, RM had already made his exit, so I hightailed it out of there to get back to Copa to freshen up for what would be our last TA/Help night of the trip, happy to be free and unencumbered. Of course, that didn't last long. As I rounded the corner on to Avenida Atlantica towards Help, I suddenly heard someone call my name. I stopped for a moment to look around, and then I saw it was Nadia - yet another girl I'd hooked up with in Help on my first trip.

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Nadia

Nadia was a slender, outwardly shy country girl originally from Minas Gerais, with a curvy little spinner body and perky breasts. She had stuck around after our night together to go on a tour with me around the city and then up to Corcovado, then surprised me on the last day of the trip by coming over to Ipanema Towers and insisting on a freebie before I left. After I'd got home, she'd e-mailed several times, telling me on one occasion how she'd like to try anal with me next time I came down (one of the few I've met there that I could believe was still an anal virgin).

I walked over to say hi, and she asked why I hadn't called her. She wasn't coming to Help now, but apparently had been clued in by a friend who'd seen me in there. Wow, I thought - you really have to marvel at the efficiency of "garota net". Not only did this girl know I was in town, but she knew exactly where to hang out to head me off at the pass on my way over to Help…

And she looked hot - dressed to the "9's". Well, okay - I wanted to be free tonight, but this will do. I took her hand and walked her over to TA to meet RM at the table he had reserved for us. Once again, awesome talent was all over the place, both standing on the perimeter and filtering through the tables. What a country!

And Help didn't disappoint either - packed to the gills again. But Nadia and I were pretty much wrapped up with each other the whole time dancing and making out, and I hardly looked up to check out any of the other talent. Pretty soon, we said goodbye to RM and headed back to the apartment for what I expected would be a nice tender reunion session.

Which we were about a half-hour into when I suddenly heard a knock on the door. Hmmm - had RM forgotten his keys? Maybe my music was too loud and it was a neighbor wanting us to lower the noise? I got up to go to the door, telling Nadia to wait there in bed.

It was Rosangela.

My first thought - why the phuck had the doorman buzzed her in the building? Of course he had seen me with her earlier that week, but hadn't he just seen me come in with the other girl?

And if I'd been smart, I would have immediately shut the door and dealt with it outside. But for some reason - half-drunk and not really knowing what the phuck I was doing - I let her in.

I walked back to the bedroom and she followed. In the meantime Nadia had put one of my shirts on. I don't think the girls knew each other, but upon reflection, I think Nadia probably remembered seeing me going with Rosangela and her friend the last night of the previous trip when she was trying to hook up with me also.

Anyways, the girls shot a few verbal volleys back and forth, and before I knew it, these two sweet, unassuming girls - neither one with a hardcore bone in their bodies - were…

tearing into each other like two wounded tigers...

And I mean phucking whaling on each other. In fact, Nadia - who weighed about 98 pounds soaking wet - got in a left jab that knocked out a couple of Rosangela's teeth before I managed to step in the middle and pull them apart - though it took some doing to get Rosangela to let go of the large chunk of Nadia's hair she was still pulling on.

I dragged Nadia into RM's room, and then spent the next several minutes going between the still frantic girls trying to calm each one down somehow. At one point, Nadia actually went out to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle out of the refrigerator - fortunately I was able to intercept her before she could reach Rosangela to break it over her head.

Back in my room, Rosangela was still fuming, pausing every few moments to spit blood onto the bed. As I approached to try and calm her down, she reached down and grabbed a candle in a glass casing off of the nightstand and smashed it on the floor, shattering it. And before I could do anything, she then picked up the ceramic coaster it had been sitting on and smashed that too.

Okay, that does it. She may be hurt, she may be angry, but I'll be damned if I was going to let her break any more of my stuff - or tear the apartment apart. After all, she brought this on herself. I grabbed her and pulled her out to the living room and then tossed her out the door, her fighting me tooth and nail the whole way.

Still mad as hell, she said she would need R600 to get her teeth fixed. At first I balked - I'm not the one who hit her - why the phuck should I pay for it? Then I thought if that what it takes to get rid of her, I'll suck it up and pay her. But then Nadia came out to the living room and summarily slammed the door in her face, picking up the keys to lock it behind her.

But of course, she wasn't about to go away at that point. She spent the next 15 minutes pounding away at the door and every other available surface, while in the meantime Nadia was calling either an emergency service or the police - I'm not sure which. She got someone on the line, but I couldn't remember the building address or the name of the street the apartment was on - in retrospect, probably a good thing. Don at Amerioca Tours told me the next day that if the police had shown up - notoriously corrupt in Brazil - I would probably have been taken to jail and had a lot more than the R600 she wanted extorted from me.

By then the building manager had been called in, and he managed to get Rosangela to come downstairs with him. Shortly afterwards, RM came back from Help to find an almost surreal scene happening in the lobby - Rosangela crying her guts out, missing several teeth, the manager trying to deal with it all somehow.

He came up to the apartment and I filled him in on what happened. We debated a few minutes about what to do next, and then the intercom phone rang in the apartment - it was the manager wanting to know what happened. I gave him the whole rundown - especially noting my concern that the doorman had let Rosangela in unauthorized.

Shortly after, he called back saying she wouldn't leave without the money to get her teeth fixed, and no matter how it had happened, he thought it was probably in my best interests to give it to her. Desperately wanting the situation to be over and done with, I walked out and went down the elevator to meet them, finding Rosangela sitting in the lobby corner, sobbing heavily. After a few words with the manager, I reached in my wallet and pulled out the R600 and handed it over - he then got her up and escorted her out the door to find a taxi.

Nadia stayed with me the rest of the night and all the next day until it was time to leave for the airport. Her left wrist was pretty banged up from the punch she had landed (RM later nicknamed her "Evander") but fortunately it didn't affect her sexual appetites, and we managed to get in a couple of nice rolls in the hay before it was time to pack up and leave the apartment around 4pm.

I dragged my bags over to Don's office where for my next trick I knocked over an entire Sparklettes water bottle as I tried to pull my large suitcase into the back area to store it while we went to get a bite to eat. (Of course Don and Ken - being the laid back cats they truly are - barely raised an eyebrow). When we returned, RM was back from the beach - I said my goodbyes to a tearful Nadia, and we jumped into the van to take us to the airport - with the Copa New Year's Eve celebration just beginning to gather steam behind us.

I could only wonder if the fireworks display later that evening would top what just happened in my room the night before…

There is absolutely NO WAY you should have paid the $600. Rosangela brought that on herself and since you didn't touch her, they couldn't of done shit to you when it was all said and done. Even better, the girl who actually punched Rosangela was still there with you. I understand though...Brasil has a way of getting money out of you no matter what.

It wasnt fair that he had to pay the $600 but it was the correct and wise choice. The situation had the potential to get out of control and in my opinion Getrythim handled it in the best way. 300 bucks to end what could have been a major hassle in time trouble and money? I would have done the same.

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Get,

It was in no way "the correct and wise choice". But first, what cardinal rule did you break? You opened your apartment door without knowing who was knocking. In Rio this can get you killed, beaten, kidnapped or some combination of the same. So, just following that simple rule would have saved this situation.

Yeah, the doorman was an asshole for letting her up without permission, but no one on this board should ever trust a doorman.

Now, once the dumb cunt was let into the apartment, and the fighting started, you should have immediately kicked her out. End of story. Don't keep the two in the same apartment for any length of time. You eventually figured this out but way too late.

Now, as to why you shouldn't have paid - R$600 is a very convenient, very large amount of money. The fact that she "knew" how much it would cost should have told you that she was shaking you down and she figured R$600, while being a lot of money, was probably not high enough for you to tell her to fuck off.

With the building manager backing that story up, that stinks of bullshit. Most likely he got a nice cut of that R$600 for helping to dope you into paying it.

But, it was your fault in general since you didn't check to see who was outside before unlocking your door. Giant fucking mistake.

Man....that is a wild story!! After the mistakes were made, I guess I would have done the same and just paid the R600. I can't dispute that it was out of hand at the point.....and just like Don mentioned, if the police got involved, it would have been worse.

But this is what I can't understand, you stated...

"...I walked back to the bedroom and she followed..."

Okay, I understand you were drunk and let her in. And you didn't resolve it outside of the apartment....but why did you not attempt to resolve it outside of the bedroom.....where you knew the other girl was?

What was the purpose of letting her follow you into bedroom? It was as if you were trying to rub it in or something....

Nonetheless....I guess you now see the error in your ways!

We all live and learn though....

Priew

How do you get a couple knocked out teeth fixed for R600? That would cost several thousand dollars in USA.

Still wondering what the missing teeth have done to Rosangela's blowjob technique.

Hey Getrythm, You forgot to tell us if Nadia delivered the promised back door (LOL).

Very nice report, GR. I am happy you had so much fun, you spent your time wisely in rio. Thanks for sharing your experiences with us.

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Hey Bliss, the story of a girl with half her teeth missing must have gotten your juices flowing, eh? Just like back home in Alabama

I simply do not do gringas, teeth or no teeth,

I'm certainly not claiming that anything I did that night was phi beta kappa. Catacony is absolutely right - as I stated on the CRT board, my big mistake was letting her in the door - absolutely no way anything good could come of that situation. In my own defense, I had been drinking most of the evening at Help, and was already well into the session when I heard the knock. So I was thinking anything but clearly at the time. But as to the R600 figure - I don't think she was in any way in collusion with the building manager on this - she was already quoting me that in the room after the incident happened before the building manager got involved. In any case, I'm not altogether uphappy to have helped her out - this was not in any way a hardcore girl trying to scam me, and I had spent a lot of time with her prior on the trip. But I will be more careful this next trip as far as getting overly involved with any one girl. BTW - Cat - loved your CR trip report from last January - an absolute classic that really started to turn my head around on Costa Rica.

Get,

My point is the building manager helped her out by encouraging you to pay her. This type of "help" is usually not done for free in Rio. The Big Eye blinks for all.

As far as the amount, here's a question I asked myself - how much does my dentist charge for a tooth replacement? I have zero fucking clue, I know my general cleaning and exam is around $120 or so, but I don't keep a list of her dental services memorized. So for her to get her teeth knocked out, then say "R$600", it just sounds odd to me.

I'm glad I helped a bit in turning you away from CR, I still remember that weekend clearly and in retrospect, the only thing I really liked about that trip was the countryside, the Courtyard was nice and watching the NFL playoffs over at the bar at Sportsman's. The mongering sucked big-time, and the CRT tuff-guy wannabees you run into every 5 seconds down there did not impress me at all. You've moved up from Double-A to The Bigs in a short period of time, now cut out the mistakes in Rio and you'll do fine. Getting drunk and walking around with a garota is never a great idea, and as stated, never open the door unless you know who's knocking. No one in Rio goes banging on anyone's door late at night, since you never know what the reception will be.

Man...what a mess! Dude, I would not knock myself down too much...the etoh screwed up your judgement, happens.

About the 600: maybe she has had her teeth knocked out before?

is this why so many south american girls have their front teeth missing on ch pics. haha just kidding. thought that is pretty funny.

keep posting mr lennon

Love it when old threads are reactivated with meaningless posts.