Day 10: Saturday Fun at NS 583 #203-4
[b]203:[/b]
I showed up at 12:30 PM. No entrada. I was told that girls were supposed to be there but I saw no girls there. The management, an old man and an old woman (possibly a married couple?) suggested that I stay and told me that I could watch TV or get a massage until the girls arrived. I told them that I may return and went to 204.
[b]204:[/b]
Four girls were there, including one by the name of Bihana, a dark-haired, olive skinned girl. She latched herself on to me despite an unenthusiastic greeting. She seemed extremely tired during our conversation, and begged repeatedly to go to a cabine. So many red flags that I had to say no. Sure enough, she moved over to the corner and slept. Around 2 PM, there were seven girls and Bihana was still sleeping. One in particular caught my eye: a tanned woman, with long dark hair and green eyes. Her name was Sue Ellen, she’s 30 years old, and she had that smoldering look you find in some Italian women.
We talked in the bar for a long time. She smiled, laughed at my jokes, and at times leaned in to hug me gently. She never asked for a drink, and didn’t ask to go to the room. I thought she would never ask and I was on a schedule so I broached the subject. R$120 for 30 min. One of my best experiences and discoveries in Rio! DFK, BBBJ to start. When it was time for sex, she climbed on, and then I finished lying on top of her quasi-doggy style. I didn’t realize how much time we had left, and so we basked in some wonderful afterglow: massaged each other, massaged each other’s genitals, kissed some more, and exchanged loving glances that say more than words ever could. Damned luck that I meet her on my last day!
One final note: I asked for and received permission to use their showers. I didn’t want to go to the airport smelling of perfume and sweat.
Day 9: BA 85, Uruguaiana 24, L’uomo
On that day, I had two warm-ups before another anticipated session with Ingrid:
[b]BA 85 3rd floor:[/b]
The hot blonde in the red bikini was not there, but there was another hottie there. She was a slim frosted blonde in a black & red bikini. The bottom barely covered her snatch. After watching her and being mesmerized by her beauty I tried to wave, wink, get her to notice me, but no dice. So I went up to talk to her and she turned around and walked away from me. Finally, I rubbed her ass and all I got is an ice-cold look directed my way. If she’s a cold fish outside the room, she’ll be a cold fish inside the room. Since I didn’t see Julia, that was enough of that. This was about the time that Christopherd mentioned Uruguaiana 24, and more importantly mentioned that the stairs are easier to navigate.
[b]Uruguaiana 24[/b]
This place is a bit of a hike from BA85. It’s an even longer hike to find a doable girl here, as I didn’t really find any stunners in a quick survey of each floor. But, on the top floor, there was a blonde in a white bikini by the name of Cara. She’s 28, and a little thicker than normal, but as she bent over to pick something up I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to slam that ass doggy for 15 minutes. I smiled her way and she did respond in kind. I waved her over, and she sat down. We talked for a little while. I asked if she kisses. She pulled back and did a double take before looking me up and down and eventually saying OK. We go to a room, R$18 for 15 min., including the condom. Now this room is considerably worse than BA85’s rooms. It’s filthy, condom wrappers all over the floor, grotty bed sheets that don’t even make a pretense of covering the entire mattress, the mattress had sweat stains and a giant hole in it, and the sheets had a used condom hidden in the folds. As I reached to put it in the trash (thinking that Cara might actually want to use the bed), I was [i]so[/i] glad to have my hand sanitizer with me. Cara arrived, did some perfunctory kissing, a CBJ, and my fantasy came true: 15 minutes of doggy-banging that ass.
I returned to [b]BA 85, 3rd floor:[/b]
Julia kisses me hello, but says that she must spend time with another client. So, I picked Lamires (memory may not serve me here), 26, light brown hair, from Rio. We talked for a while and then she tried to trick me into a 30 min. program despite a sign pointing out that 15 min programs were available. She offered only some LK, no DFK even though I specifically asked about this, CBJ (I won’t go BB for anything with these women), then we banged doggy. She really wanted me to come, so we tried with me on top.
[b]L’uomo: I should pay you[/b]
No Ingrid! Was she sick again? Thankfully, Camilia was there. In the cabine, I gave her DATY (using my mouth as a humming vibrator again), and a massage.
She claimed to have had an orgasm. I responded with some skepticism. She immediately grabbed my hand, and stuck it in her pussy to show me how wet it was. OK, so I guess she must have had an orgasm or at the very least she was very aroused. “I should pay you,” she said at one point. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” I replied.
We spent most of the rest of the night together (until she had to leave early), and yet other girls caught my wandering eye’s notice.
Doris: a blonde girl with shoulder length hair and very large breasts. She seems to be quite popular but I couldn’t tell if her breasts were fake or real. One normally asks or feels to answer this question. I didn’t pursue anything with her because I noticed that she didn’t spend a lot of time in conversation with guys before heading to the room. I don’t consider this a good sign. She is a heck of a good dancer though.
Diana: she wanted to have sex with me again and approached me after Camila left. Now, the last time we were together she explicitly said that she was pissed that I didn’t come with her. Her anger dissipated that day, and she begged and begged and begged for more time with me.
Day 8: 502, BA 85, The Return of Ingrid
[b]502: I finally get around to it[/b]
R$20 entrance (includes 3 drinks), R$90 30 min (I’m not 100% sure on this price), R$190 1 hr. I owe Pelicano a large and long-overdue thank you for PMing me detailed and helpful information about this underreported place. When I arrived, it wasn’t that long after opening. I think I was the second customer of the day, and about 5 other girls were there. Most were talking amongst themselves and didn’t look or try to catch my attention when I walked by. Take note: I made a pit stop and noticed that the boite bathroom had only a urinal and no toilet.
I winked at a cute reddish/brown-haired girl who winked back. After some more distance flirting, I waved her over and we started talking. Her name is Renata she’s 25, with dark reddish-brown hair, from Rio. When we got to talking, I tried some of Bubba Boy’s interview questions. One of which is “Are you the best girl here?” She demurred and looked away at first. Then, she brushed her hair away from her face and without a word, threw her arms around me, threw herself on me, and kissed me passionately. This is the right answer! Yes, normally one would not rent the suite for the first time with a garota, but when she passes the interview with flying colors she gets what she wants. In the room, we filled the time with some DATY and a massage from me. I noticed that the suite has (among other things) a sex chair and a chart demonstrating some sexual positions possible with the chair. I asked Renata if clients ever use it. Her response: “Yes, but not often.” I thought these things were a clever gimmick, but I’ve yet to try one….
[b]BA 85 3rd floor (with GFE!?)[/b]
After making the arduous climb up 5 flights of stairs, and carefully surveying the offerings on each floor, I concluded that the highest ratio of pretty girls was on the 3rd floor. So I stayed there. After looking around, a garota by the name of Julia, 33 years old, with dark wavy hair caught my eye. I waved hello and she smiled. In contrast to many other girls, she was willing to sit down and talk with me for a while first. When it was time to go to the room, I paid the R$15 + R$2 for the condom and off we went. The rooms were surprisingly tolerable for the price: not spotless of course but not horribly dirty or smelly. We tried multiple positions but I wasn’t able to come.
Julia gave me her number afterwards and asked me to call her. She could be my guide to the city, she told me. I’d have to think about it, but I walked away surprised by how much of a GFE-like experience that was. (Strictly speaking of course, it was not—it was only 2/4 in key elements: Good kissing-yes. BBBJ-no. DATY-no. Pleasant conversation with a good rapport-yes.)
The other doable girls on the 3rd floor included one blonde in a red bikini. I wanted to move in but she kept getting taken.
By the way, I must dispute the assertion that only one person at a time can ascend/descend the staircase there. It absolutely [b]looks[/b] that way, but I’ve seen and done the two-person crossing. How does it work? Hint: think of Caine walking the rice paper in [i]Kung Fu[/i]. Gracefully (well as gracefully as possible under the circumstances) twist your body and your feet around and step lightly and delicately. The other guy does the same. Then, Grasshopper, your steps will not be heard. And oh yes, you each get past.
Others on this board have expressed some concerns about the consequences of a Gringo invasion. What if word gets out that this place is as cheap as VM (R$1/min.!) but is without the smell of [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] and shit and with less than a majority of the garotas beaten with an ugly stick. Well, it’s too late: every time I went here I was told that many more Gringos had been coming lately. I was also pressed for tips, which I politely declined. I’m a Gringo but I’m not that stupid.
[b]The Return of Ingrid[/b]
She was out for the past week (sick, she said.) We embrace, and it feels just like Old Times. She remembered me and I never forgot about her. We went to dance after she got some Red Bull and Vodka for fuel. As we started, I recalled how she has a way of banging her ass against yours, feeling out your erection, grabbing it with her butt cheeks and rubbing it even harder. Of course, this sent me reeling in ecstasy and my dick aching to be inside her. We headed to a cabine for a great and all-too-short 40 min. I will say this about her as well:
1. The implants look fantastic!
2. Her English was a lot better than I remember last time and she wasn’t shy about practicing.
3. Her service was as great as ever and she was as popular as ever.
Thoroughly worn out, I headed back to the hotel.
Day 7: Termas 65, 4 x 4, and Monte Carlo
[b]Termas 65: (No) more of Julie?[/b]
Julie was not there when I arrived. I decided to stay and see if another girl could arouse my interest. I had a rather pleasant conversation with a blonde by the name of Letina (if memory serves which it probably doesn’t in this case). My mind was unfortunately so focused on Julie that I now realize that I blew this opportunity. Letina was a perfectly sweet, nice, well-spoken, and helpful girl, but I blew her off waiting for another. I left when I inquired at the reception whether Julie would be there or not and they informed me that no, Julie was not scheduled for the day.
[b]4 x 4: The Strip Show[/b]
I walked over to 4 x 4, I had dinner, and then I headed into the bar for the strip show. I know that this show has its fans, but I noticed a disturbing trend last year that unfortunately continued unabated this year. Of course, the bomba girls with the monster ass/thighs make up the bulk of the garotas and the bulk of the dancers there as well. The unfortunate side effect of this regimen is clitoral hypertrophy. I had commented last year that when some of the girls were aroused, their clitorises rivaled some of the guys’ penises in size. The same remains true for many of the dancers this year. What was even more disturbing was that the emcee decided to grab, squeeze, and play with these oversized clitorises in public. Neither I nor my stomach lasted long in the face of such behavior.
On the way out I ran into Katlin, 25 with brown hair. She said that she was a student who’d be leaving this job soon (Yeah, yeah I know they all say this. I’ve developed a screen where I ask about her career path and this seems to ferret out some of the liars.) We talked for a while and then grabbed an hour-long suite. In the room, she remained very tender with me and I with her. I gladly spend ½ hr DATY until neither she nor my tongue could take it anymore. I got a very positive response for one technique in particular: if you hum at a very low frequency from the base of your throat and purse your lips in the right place on her, your mouth acts as a vibrator. If she’s aroused, she’ll respond as Katlin did—just like putting an actual vibrator on her clit.
Afterwards, I ran into a fellow hobbyist who was on his way out and was headed to MC. He recommended that I come along so I did.
[b]Return to Monte Carlo[/b]
I am told that the L’uomo and Monte Carlo termas wind up exchanging crews every so often (typically on the girls’ initiative, not the management’s.) I was here a while ago and had a good time with a girl named Bruna from Florianopolis who resembled [i]THE[/i] Burna (Surfistinha.)
Once in the boite I was approached by Giselle, best described as a bootylicious afro-Brazilian who offered me popcorn but put it in strategic places for me to take (her bra, her mouth, her thong) and only take with my mouth—she’d swat my hand away if I reached with it. Sadly, she wasn’t much for conversation. My experience is that the stunners who approach you aggressively (as Giselle did) and are unwilling to talk with you just do not measure up in the room.
Seated nearby was Christianha, 25, with blonde hair in a red bikini and a hot push-up bra. Hindsight is always 20/20, but in retrospect she seemed a little colder in conversation than most other girls that I’ve talked to. When we went to the room, I had to instruct her to slow down several times. She banged me fast and hard thinking that this would get me off quickly. She was wrong. In fairness to her, she ultimately proved coachable and open to a variety of positions and tactics including 69, HJ, and when we were ready, the best part: sensual sex in the missionary position. We could and did hold back to admire the beauty in each other’s eyes.
This took me to closing time, so without much ado I said goodbye to Christianha, got dressed, and headed to the reception to settle the bill. When I got there, I found that the bar had charged me for a beer for Giselle rather than the Coke that she ordered. Check your bill carefully, people! The receptionist kindly corrected this error.
Day 6: Termas 65 and L’uomo
[b]Termas 65: More Pleasant Discoveries[/b]
So, any further sessions with Ane were off the table. I went to Termas 65, as I hear that lately it’s been getting better and better reviews. This is deservedly so, as one of the best girls of my trip was a girl from here. More generally, these girls are very pretty—and many have less gangsta ink than you’d find in a 4 x 4 girl. Entry is R$70; I don’t remember the session prices, except to say that it was more than 4 x 4.
I had a memorable time with Julie, a spinner who is 22 and from Rio with brown hair. She has such a beautiful smile and I’d love to show you but she and several other girls were quite explicit that I not post pictures. I’ll keep my promise to them and refrain from doing so.
She was happy to take her time with me, no matter what we were doing. We had a great conversation in the boite that flowed effortlessly into slow, sensual foreplay in the room. We kissed, gradually building up our passion. She sucked on my lips until they tingled in anticipation of more from her. Now, she’s very short and thus at one point she had to stand up on the bed to continue. She cradled my head in her hands, pulled me in close to suck on my lips, and then reached down to grab and massage my already erect cock. We continued with a little bit of dry humping with her hand teasingly and strategically grabbing and guiding my cock to prevent penetration. When we finally did have sex, I did not last long. It’s a good thing too because within probably 1 minute of my coming the phone rang and we had to leave. I asked if she would be there tomorrow and she said yes; so I made plans to return.
[b]A party and some no-shows at L’uomo[/b]
But first I had to return to a favorite. L’uomo was having a party that day. The bar was decorated like a flapper party from the 20’s, complete with Flapper girls. The food was not good. I would have expected better from a party (cake, anyone?) Oh well.
Camila wasn’t around that day. But I did find Diana, 23, from Rio. Her smile revealed a mouthful of braces, which I found both cute and irresistible. She was a cuddly, spinner type in and outside the room. Unfortunately Julie had taken all my leite earlier so I couldn’t come and boy, was Diana pissed about that! Such a shame, as she was a good session up until that point.
Day 3: L’uomo—Pleasant Discoveries
On this day, I had one of the more pleasant encounters of my trip: a session with Camila. She’s 25, from Rio, ex-Centaurus, and with blonde hair. She and I actually met the day before as I was leaving. Had I not known that she was a working girl, I would have assumed that she worked in a library: she was wearing some nondescript pink hair clips, and a flannel shirt and somewhat baggy jeans. She had me smitten at that point, as she was a GDP who didn’t obviously look or act the part.
When we went to the cabine, I did my best to hold my leite until the end. This was difficult as she’s such a good kisser and enthusiastic dick sucker. After I came, we had quite a bit of time left for pillow talk. She asked whether I liked her better in pink or black lingerie, as I had seen her in black in the boite but pink (and lacy style) in the cabine. Black stands out better against her lighter skin, but the pink looked more feminine so I told her to go with that.
This was the day of the big Brazil vs. USA football match. I was surprised by the number of Americans who not only came to watch, but who were open about their nationality. Don’t they know that they risked a severe skull-bashing if the USA had won? Thank goodness that I didn’t have to find out. As we all know by now the USA lost.
Day 2: Copa and Centro Termas
[b]NS Copacabana 583 #203-4: Two New Experiences[/b]
For those who don’t know, these are a couple of cheaper termas located in Copacabana. Please note that as I stated previously, you must climb 2 flights of stairs (up past the gym also numbered in the 200s) and go all the way to the other end of the hallway to reach both places. In both cases, there is no entry fee and you don’t change into a robe.
I didn’t see a masseuse or sauna in 204, but here’s what I did see inside there that day:
At ~2PM on a Friday afternoon, there were 6-7 girls. Most were dark-skinned, all were content to chat amongst themselves and not respond to any of my flirting, smiles, winks, or nods, and so after 1 R$5 Coke (no water available here), I left.
At 203:
There is a yellow sign out front with the words “Massage, Termas, Sauna.” There is also a metal detector visible from the entrance. For some reason these words of wisdom from Chris Rock popped into my head.
[QUOTE=Chris Rock]Don’t go to parties with metal detectors. Sure it feels safe inside. But what about all those motherfuckers outside waiting with guns? They know you ain’t got one.[/QUOTE]
So I didn’t go inside that day.
[b]4 x 4: Two Reunions[/b]
Once again, I took the Metro. I met Luany and discussed what we should do over the weekend. At this point, I felt even further out of sync with her: we couldn’t agree on what to do, so I decided not to pursue this relationship any further.
My crush/crash from last year, Laila, recognized me and wanted a drink. I asked what kind, she said Red Bull and vodka. She wants the most expensive drink on the menu? I don’t think so! This is a shame because apart from the attitude and in terms of appearance, she is the kind of girl I look for and like—petite, blue- and doe-eyed, long-haired, cute smile, pretty- and young-faced spinner.
Once again, after wandering around some more, I felt saudades of another terma and headed there.
[b]L’uomo: Attack the two Babyfaces[/b]
The “Backwards Hat” mafia seems to have set up camp here now as well, as this would be the first of several days that I saw them there. I recognized and was recognized by Jamile and Ingrid. Both are of course extremely popular and by all accounts this attention is warranted. Beatriz (who I believe has been reported here before) came up to me and started grinding her bunda into my crotch. Since this was followed immediately by pleas to go to the cabine, I declined.
However, I met and went to a cabine with a new girl. Her name is Luna, she’s 21 with dyed blonde hair and is from Goianas. She’s got a goofy but cute smile. Her kissing was aggressive with lots of teeth action at first. The good news is that she’s trainable: I backed off and she caught on and kissed more gently. She moved in slowly, worked her tongue in, and kept her teeth out of the kiss. She did offer BBBJ and DFK (I can’t [b][i]believe[/b][/i] that I have to ask about this now.) She also did cowgirl, missionary, and doggy. The latter looked particularly hot as we both glanced at me pounding her from behind in the mirror. After showering and cleaning up, she and I snuggled until closing time. Intermittently, other girls threw stuff at us. We were so content that it must have looked like we were going to nod off but we didn’t budge.
While we were resting, I tried an experiment. NLP practitioners claim that if you match someone’s breathing (i.e. breathe at the same rate and intensity that they do), you can silently build enough rapport that eventually they will try to match your breathing. My experience with this experiment said no. After syncing up, no matter how long I waited to break the pattern, she kept in her own rhythm. I did not take this as a good sign. If we don’t have rapport on the most basic of biological levels, how can we have rapport on other levels?
As a final note, towards the end of the night, I saw 2 locals come in who couldn’t have been much more than 24, if that. These young babyfaces were almost instantly mobbed by 4 girls who wanted to feel them up, kiss them, and grab their crotches. No other guests got this treatment. I asked one of the girls and she told me that they weren’t regulars, so that’s not why those guys were treated that way. Who says looks don’t matter for the girls too?
