Suzanne Portnoy

Rios, one of my favourite hang-outs on this planet, has had a make-over and it really does look good. Gone are the grotty bathrooms to be replaced by new ones with shiny, modern fittings and sandstone coloured tiles. Gone is the smoking area to be replaced by six new, big playrooms with lots and lots of space for rolling around and having fun. The management have even put signs on the door asking people not to knock when the doors are locked. THANK YOU MANAGEMENT! There is nothing I find more annoying than trying to have sex with a stranger and hearing loads of men knocking on the door asking to come in. Really guys, if I wanted a gang bang I would leave the door open, right?

Gone too is the bar to be replaced by a new bar with new fairy lights around it. I’m still on the bench about the fairy lights. They’re a bit too bright, too garish as are the new posters of semi-naked women adorning all the walls. Black and white photos would have been more tasteful but who am I to complain? And finally, gone too are the old plastic outdoor chairs in the lounge to be replaced by new ones. The walls have been painted, the floors have been redone. Really, it’s almost not sleazy. I’m liking the new, all improved Rios.

I went there yesterday, kind of expecting to get in for free. I was hopeful that after plugging them in two books and on this blog, the Sunday Times and to my friends both here and abroad, that they might decide that maybe they could waive the entrance fee for me. Shit, even one of the guys working there said that he had noticed that more people have been going since I started writing about the place. Working in PR, I know it’s good practise to reward people who help your business to grow.

Well, guess I was wrong, because when I went up to the newly decorated reception area, the girl behind the window still demanded my £3.

‘What happened to £2?’ I said.

‘That was a few months ago. Now it’s £3.’

‘Oh, ok,’ I said, handing over the money. It’s still a bargain. £3. £2. Where else can a girl go for a steam, a sauna, a jacuzzi and a fuck?

Mmmn. And I did get fucked and fingered and licked and caressed and kissed. It really was a fantastic afternoon.

“Do you think we’ll ever stop being naughty?” he said. The question was redundant.

I was sucking his cock in one of the newly refurbished relaxation rooms at Rio’s. The answer was obvious enough. He was my second of the afternoon.

I laughed. “I don’t even know your name,” I said. Despite having met once before, year’s earlier, when he had interrupted a threesome I was having in Rio’s to bring me lemonade and get in on the action, we’d never swapped names. I’d written about that experience in The Not So Invisible Woman. “I only know you as the Lemonade Guy.”

“John,” he said. “Lemonade guy indeed!”

***

We were covered in sweat and the baby oil which John had smoothed over my body fifteen minutes earlier. He had lured me into the room with the promise of a ‘proper massage’ and not the usual Rio’s five minute rub down on the way to feeling my pussy that I’d had forty-five minutes earlier from lover No. 1. When I felt warm oil being dripped onto my ass after only five minutes, I knew that I’d need to employ a professional to get rid of the knots in my shoulders. John had no intention of giving me a real back rub either.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he said as he pushed his hard on between my bum cheeks.

“Oooow,” I said in my best coquettish voice. I raised my hand and felt his hard, thick 8″ cock. “Did I do that?”

John had an easy going way about him, a cheeky smile, broad shoulders, and a fit, hairless body. His bald head and the Chinese inscription tattooed on his upper arm made him look like a bit of a convict but he didn’t seem particularly dangerous, just dirty.

“You have a beautiful cock,” I said.

“And you like being fucked up the ass,” he said.

“It’s true,” I said raising myself on my knees. I felt him get into position behind me. “I do.”

“When I shoot I think of the time you asked me to slip my cock in your ass whilst you were sitting on that other guy. You gave me the best hole,” he said.

“Gentle,” I said and then he was inside me.