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getrhythm
Bingo. And definitely no accident.
Sorry to keep everyone waiting so long, but had other pressing matters to attend to. The exact sequence of events are a little hazy now - this is the sort of nightmare you really don't want to recall in detail - but this is accurate to the best of my memory.
First off - this was my first ever hook-up with "Alessandra" (never even talked to her previously) - she always came across to me as hardcore and one to avoid - but for some reason I gave her an opening that night and paid the price.
Anyways, I was in my apartment with this chica late last Wednesday night after a hard night of partying with her at Merengue, Classicos, After One and the Sosua Bay Grand Casino next door. As you might have guessed, other controlled substances were in play (at her suggestion) besides alcohol, plus she had been doing shots of tequila in the casino (which she tried to get me to partake in as well - knowing my limits I declined).
At first things proceeded normally - we both got naked pretty quickly, she gave me a quick blowjob, threw a cover on, and jumped on me in sitting cowgirl on the couch. After maybe a minute or two of phucking she got off and either went to the bathroom or drank some more beer from the bottle she had brought back from After One, then came back and jumped on again facing away. Given the late hour and hard partying, I was having a little trouble maintaining wood, and she jumped off again.
Now all of a sudden she wanted to be paid right then and there (stupidly, I had gone with the vibe and made the mistake of not establishing a price up front). I told her flat out I never pay until the end of a session, and she had promised to stay a lot longer. But she kept insisting, so finally I told her I would give her 1000 pesos and she could leave right then. But she demanded 2000 based on the time she had already spent with me (six-plus hours by then) - though in my mind that was countered by the 1000+ I had already spent on her for gambling, drinks and "other considerations".
Next, she squatted down over the floor and asked me if I wanted her to pee there (I kid you not). Not sure what the point of this was other than maybe a first attempt at intimidation. I told her do whatever the phuck you want, but instead she then grabbed a plastic bucket that was sitting under an adjacent chair, and unleashed a torrent of piss in there.
Losing patience, I got a 1000 peso bill out and walked towards the door, telling her to follow me if she wanted her money. Instead, she picked up my HP Pavilion laptop ($1,400 new originally) off the table and made like she was going to drop it on the floor. I rushed back over, lunged at her and wrestled it out of her hands back onto the table - then we both fell back on to the couch as she suddenly went ballistic while I tried to grab her arms and subdue her.
She escaped my grasp, got up, grabbed the nearby beer bottle and busted it over something - leaving her with the broken base of the bottle in her right hand. She then proceeded to deliberately drag the sharp edge of the bottle in a line over her left forearm and wrist, muttering something about "policia" - obviously intending to make a case I had injured her. I believe at this point I started yelling outside for the security guard downstairs (though realizing the mellow haitian security guard at Condos Dominicano likely lacked the balls to come up and directly intervene).
I should have backed off at that point, but all I could think about was getting this lunatic chica the phuck out of my apartment by whatever means possible. I moved towards her and attempted to subdue her again while she jabbed at me, cutting my right wrist deeply in two places (six and four stitches) as well as a longer, shallower cut on my left wrist (two stitches). She also slashed a large hole in my shirt around the left chest area that - would it had struck paydirt - I wouldn't be typing this now. Amazing that with my adrenaline pumping as it was, I didn't even realize she had gotten me that bad until afterwards.
I think I finally got the bottle out of her hand at this point and managed to drag her out the front door of the apartment. But then I was momentarily distracted by a voice outside below the balcony and she charged back in, making it to my laptop and tossing it this time before I could intervene (the machine is still functioning okay, but the display is now phucked up). We then wrestled our way outside to the balcony, where she grabbed onto the railing so I couldn't move her.
Meanwhile, some dominican guy had now appeared outside below - let in by the security guard, and not I think there by accident. He mentioned something about the police being on the way, and I decided to back off and move back inside - but not before she had the chance to bite my right forearm hard with her teeth, drawing a bit of blood.
The dominican guy then came upstairs and tried to give me a line about me having problems with other chicas (then why did you allow this one to go with me you phucking chulo asshole?). Meanwhile, Alessandra got her clothes on and gathered up her shit, with the entire room looking like something out of World War III - broken glass strewn everywhere, patched of blood streaks on a few of the walls and drops of blood on the floor.
After he got her downstairs, the guy then came back up and demanded a payment for making the police go away. Being that I was due to leave the country in about nine hours, I could hardly afford to spend time in a dominican jail while all this was sorted out, so I flipped him a 500 and he turned around and left.
I then noticed the wounds on my wrist and grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding. Made my way downstairs and smoked a few cigarettes, asking the haitian guard (now carrying a machete around) why he'd let the chulo in? (Didn't really understand his response, but I think the guy intimidated him into doing it - this guy was probably bad news).
Waited until Colin the building manager showed up about 45 minutes later, ran down what happened for him, and jumped on the back of his moto for the 5-minute ride to the emergency room at the Sosua medical clinic located on the highway going towards Cabarete. They had me patched up in about 45 minutes - including a tetanus shot to the culo - to the tune of 4000 pesos and change, then I called Colin and he picked me up and ran me over to a farmacia in Charamicos to fill my prescriptions for pain and infection pills.
And that's about the gist of it. With all the chaos I ended up missing my flight that day, but that afforded me a final night at the New Garden where haitiana favorita Loveley was kind enough to drop by and throw me a freebie before I settled in for a quiet night of basketball on TNT. I know when I've had enough...
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