Members ihpguy Posted March 4, 2013 Members Share Posted March 4, 2013 After a super day at the beach in Ipanema, my visiting friend needed more anal affection. Unfortunetaly for his wallet, the doorknob in my kitchen just did not quite do it for him. So...off we went to Clube 117. We walked in with me in the lead. Needed to wait as a client in a towel was discussing the charges on his account. It all made little or no sense. Normally, a client is dressed and on his way out the door after settling up. Not still naked as the day he was born except for a white cotton towel, flip-flops and possibly excised foreskin? Oh well. the woman at the counter was trying to explain in bad broken English to a man with a very nasal tone to his English who kept saying, non, non, non. Kind of like a gay, naked Maurice Chevalier Or was Mo a femme? Anyway, I stepped in and started to translate her Portuguese and explain the charges on his bill. Then who shows up? The boy who was waiting upstairs for the Frenchman who litterally never came. Yep. When he found out that the entry was now 45Reais, 25 more for the suite and 3Reais for every package of joyjell and scumbag, standard is for Monik to have them hand out 4, hey she is one smart and very wealthy ex-ho, he said "Zees Eez Noht Joost" :"Zees Eez Noht Joost. And the boy in Portguese is wondering if he is going to earn some money on a slow Sunday night? And the woman at the counter is wondering if she should now delete the charges on the client's account and I just want my locker key so I can grab some cute Mineiro sauasage and beans. flipao and TotallyOz 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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