Getting up late Friday morning, I had this itch that needed to be scratched. Being that it was about 10:30am there were a few choices between the Copa Beach, Escort Agencies, and a massage parlor.

I decided to hop on the Metro to go downtown to a massage parlor. The ride was crowded and the Metro infrastructure is surprisingly clean. I would go out on a limb and say that it is cleaner then the NY Subway system although it is 100 times smaller.

On the way to the massage parlor there are many things that can easily catch your attention. Between the street vendors selling anything from food, to pirated computer programs to toys, one could easily spend all day browsing.

The office building is tall and there are different stations of elevators designated to only go to a certain range of floors. After getting a few dirty looks the first time, I realize that the markings on the floor indicated a line to get into the elevator.

I finally arrive at my destination at about 11:00am before the lunch rush and am lead into one of the rooms. This one is much nicer than the first two to say the least. It has shower as well as a floor to ceiling mirror. The makeshift bed was a series of thick, square, vinyl lined cushions that when put together was about a foot tall off the floor. It wasn’t too bad but definitely functional for what was about to take place.

Being that is was before lunch, I hoped that it wouldn’t be as busy and that I would have the best selection possible. There were two girls from the day before I saw that I was hoping to see today. Bruna was also a possible repeat since I didn’t get to cum with her.

None of my intended “therapists” where presently there so I decided on Bianca, a 23 year old girl next door carioca. If you ever saw her on the street, you would never think to find her in a place like this. During the introductions of each girl, you have about 5 seconds between saying hello, getting each other’s name, and exchanging a kiss on the cheek. I made sure this time to ask her is she would do “Chupa sem” and she said yes.

Bianca comes into to begin our session. We make the bed (put a sheet on the vinyl cushions) and she starts by undressing fully and then helps me out of my clothes. I got everything that I wanted during the session and also got to cum which is a great way to start the day. After I showered in the room and got dressed, it was time to leave.

On the way out, I saw the room where the girls seem to hang out while they are not otherwise occupied. It is very small, about 5x5 which is very crowded if you have a good 7 – 9 girls in there. I saw Bruna and she immediately smiled and said “Oi amor!” with enthusiasm. I said a quick hello and a goodbye to Bianca before getting to the reception.

Now, most people would just walk out easily forget to get their change. What I’m referring to is when you decide on a girl, she confirms how much time you want to spend with her be it 40 minutes or an hour. She then asks for payment which you give her but she never comes back with change. If upon asking, she will tell you that you get it upon exiting from reception.

So this time, I got my change and left.

I never made it to 4x4 that afternoon since I was occupied with an important meeting. After trying and failing to reach Cleo about lunch, I sent her a text message and asked if a late lunch or dinner would be better. After trading a few texts, it was determined that dinner would be better. I get another text a few hours later and it said that dinner would be delayed until 9pm and to show up at a certain address at a restaurant.

As mundane as it might seem, it was actually really exiting since it was such a break from the routine of going to the termas. This was something new. I had no idea where it would go and what would happen.

I arrive on time to the restaurant and notice that it extremely crowded. It is located on Avenida Atlantica and similar to Alcaza, Terraco Atlantica, or Meia Petaca. Ninety-nine percent of the patrons are Brasilian. I take a seat inside and order some drinks while going through the menu. Cleo calls and says she’s running late.

After finishing my two drinks, she calls again to find out where I am and tell her I’m inside. She asks if we could leave and after laying some money on the table to pay I meet up with her. She’s standing to the side of the restaurant in a corridor to a mini plaza. I’m taken inside to the entrance of her apartment where we briefly wait for the elevator.

I would spend the next four days and nights with her including Monday which was my final night in Rio. She opened up her life to me and what I got to see and experience will always remain with me.