I hate getting up early, but I had to today to catch my flight to Sao Paulo. I packed up my things, said goodbye to the cute receptionist at Princess Copacabana and then headed over to Santos Dumont Airport (SDU). One note I should make. I guess something was lost in the translation when I wanted to switch my room to a double. Then didn’t do it, but luckily, I didn’t get charged twice even though I brought two girls back the previous day. Instead, they didn’t charge me at all for the interpreter but then they charged me the sixty reais for the evening visitor. It came out the same, as the double rate is 60 reais more than the single rate for the larger apartment suite.
When I arrived at SDU I checked in at the TAM counter. I arrived around 8:30am for a 10:00am flight. The attendant said they had a flight leaving at 9:15am that they could put me on so I switched to that instead. At this airport all the planes are lined up outside the terminal in a row. There is no jetway at the gates. You just walk outside the gate, cross onto the tarmac and board the plane using sky stairs. They also board the plane from the front and back so boarding usually doesn’t take that long.
It was kind of weird though, even though I was flying TAM, my ticket said TAM, and I checked in at the TAM counter, the plane was a Varig Boeing 737. It is about 429 kilometers or 266 miles to Sao Paulo from Rio and the flight is a very easy and short 50 minutes. They serve drinks and sandwiches on the way and the flight was not completely full, so I was able to spread out a bit.
When you arrive in Sao Paulo, they pull your luggage right off the plane and drop in onto a conveyer belt right as you enter the terminal. It was all very quick and efficient and I was out of the terminal and looking for a taxi in about a five minutes. They also had attendants checking luggage and verifying the tickets on the way out to make sure you weren’t running off with luggage that was not your own.
I found a taxi outside, handed him the address of my hotel and off we went. The traffic on the way in was bad, but not crippling slow and we arrived at the Braston Augusta Hotel in about 30 minutes. There are two hotels on this street that are both called Braston. They are about 4 or 5 blocks apart.
Braston Augusta Hotel
Rua Augusta 467
01305-000 Sao Paulo SP Brasil
Phone: (11) 3123-6000
Fax: (11) 3259-8632/9637
Website: http://www.braston.com
Once I settled in, unpacked, and showered I desperately needed some money. I found an HSBC bank, but they didn’t take my Bank of America card. I decided to just take a cash advance on my GM Mastercard instead and then headed off to Bomboa, the place that Dart called the best brothel in the world.
Bomboa
Rua Capote Valente 222
Penheiros – SP
Hours: Monday through Friday Noon to 3:00 a.m.
Saturday Noon to 9:00 p.m.
Phone: (11) 3064-6494 /3063-2994
The two images you see above caused quite the little problem for me. I was handed a key with a number on it when I arrived by a big fat security guard. I entered and went through the metal detector. While I was going through he started to point at the camera in my pocket that he had seen me photograph the building with. So I start to hand it to him so it doesn’t set off the metal detector. But he doesn’t accept it and wants me to go through the metal detector with it. So I do, but the camera doesn’t set it off. This is important for later. It is only shortly after noon by now and not many girls are there yet. In fact, some are arriving as I am.
The clerk at the desk and the security guard keep pointing to my camera (which is back in my pocket by now) saying I can’t enter with it and I have to check it with them. At this point I just play the dumb American, hoping that the lack of communication will frustrate them and they will eventually just let me in. Well, that didn’t work at all. So I tell them that I am not going to give them my camera, but I will instead return to my hotel room and store it there and then I will come back.
I decide to walk up the street and find a place to eat and gather my thoughts about how I am going to sneak in the camera. There is a pizza place at the top of the street Bomboa is on so I stop in there and grab a bite to eat. Then I start plotting. Can I put it in my underwear? No. I am wearing boxers, it will just fall through. Can I put it in my sock? Yes, but if the security guard pats me down he will feel it and I don’t want that. Hmmm. I wonder if it will fit in my tennis shoes. Perhaps I can slide it in. The pant leg will cover it up and the security guard won’t pat down my shoes. Also, the camera didn’t set off the metal detector so that just might work. My only concern was walking with the camera in my shoe and having it pop up and out during the course of walking.
After I finished my meal I went to the bathroom to give it a try. I was able to push it between the sidewall of the shoe and my sock. Walking was weird with a camera in my shoe, but luckily it stayed put. Ok, I had a plan; I just had to get in now. Just in case you want to view how small this camera is, take a look here: http://exilim.casio.com/s2model.htm
I get back in and the security guard asks me if I still have the camera. No, I reply. I walk in and through the metal detector without a problem, but as I suspected, he patted me down. He didn’t find the camera though and I was in. WooHoo!
The place was pretty dead at this point. An oriental guy shows me around a bit and takes me to the showers/spa area. I just wanted to get this damn camera out of my shoe though so I ditched him and went to the toilet to retrieve the camera.. Then I went back to the bar and grabbed a beer. There were a few girls eating at a table and I started flirting with them. One of them quickly finished up her meal and came over and started talking with me. Her name was Gabriella and she was 20. This girl had a very outgoing personality, but she kept calling me O Gringo. It was constant with her, O Gringo this, O Gringo that. It was kind of funny actually.
At Bomboa, if you take a girl before 4:00 p.m. the room price is 25 reais. After 4:00 p.m., it goes up to R$ 50. This is for about 50 minutes or so. I used Athos’ guide to SP as a reference for what to pay the girls. It says R$150 to R$ 200. I spoke with Gabriella for a while and confirmed she could do the BBBJ. I didn’t record prices I paid for each individual girl, but I know that I paid no more than R$ 200 for any girl on this day.
I also didn’t record notes on my Bomboa sessions, so I won’t have a blow by blow for each girl, just a basic impression. I decided to start off my day with Gabriella so I took her up. I liked the rooms here immediately. They were a lot nicer and more spacious than the termas rooms. Each room was equipped with music, a double bed, shower, towels, toothbrush, toothpaste, combs, slippers, soap, and shampoo. It was a very nice and classy establishment.
My session with Gabriella was very solid. Good BBBJ and good sex overall. I wasn’t disappointed. I pulled the trigger on her a little two quickly though, I should have looked around more. She had a friend at the table that was absolutely stunning. I actually joked with them before I took Gabriella that I was going to come back and do each of them before the day and evening were over.
So after my session with Gabriella I head back downstairs and have another beer. The friendly oriental guy is hanging around me again and he strikes up a conversation. From what I could gather, he was a Japanese guy and had been in Sao Paulo for like 20 years or so. When the conversation goes beyond my feeble Portuguese, he goes and grabs someone to translate so we can continue talking.
Now this was where things really got interesting. He grabbed another Japanese guy who was sitting at a table and talking with a girl. So they speak Japanese to each other and then the Japanese guy who he grabbed speaks English to me. Basically, this older Japanese guy that kept talking to me wanted to know if I was enjoying myself and having a good time. He also wanted to know how I liked the club, etc. His name was Otsuka and the translator told me he was the general manager of Bomboa.
I replied that I was indeed enjoying myself and liked it there very much. (I decided to leave out the part about the camera). We bullshitted about basic stuff for a few more minutes and then Otsuka left. Then I started talking with the translator some more. He was a younger guy like me, probably in his early twenties. He was from Japan but was going to school in Washington D.C. He was in Sao Paulo and Brazil on vacation and ended up at Bomboa on a tip from a taxi driver. He spoke English, Spanish and Japanese. At first I thought Otsuka and the translator may have been related or knew each other previously. But the translator insisted that this was his first time in Brazil and he just happened to meet Otsuka there.
I spoke a little more with the translator but then set my sights on one of Gabriella’s friends. She was a sultry looking brunette, probably one of the best looking and prettiest girls I had seen so far in Brazil. Her name was Sabrina and she was 24. I decided to take her up for a session. She did provide the BBBJ, but overall my lasting impression of the session was that it was average at best. She also refused to let me take pictures of her. There was only some light kissing involved and she was a little less than enthusiastic. I would still rate it much higher than most sessions in Mexico, but I had come to expect a lot more during my time in Brazil.
After Sabrina and I finished I again met up with the translator. We chatted for a bit and he tried to hook me up with a girl he had done earlier in the day. She immediately took a liking to me and we chatted for a while. The club was really starting to fill up now and it was getting really crowded inside. The downstairs bar area and live music section were both packed with wall to wall garotas and customers. I continued to talk with translator’s girl, but I was just not attracted to her. She was friendly and very nice, but I didn’t want to take her.
I excused myself and went looking for another target. But the buffet was out by this point so I grabbed some chicken and found a place to sit and eat. After dinner, as I am doing my rounds I noticed this skinny, tiny, petite little girl that I eventually started chatting with. Her name was Bia. She was 20 years old and spoke pretty decent English. She also mentioned that she was a student. She wore this metal belt around her waist that had SEX spelled out in big letters on it. She also had a very hot friend that she was standing next to. But I just had to have Bia and her skinny frame so I took her up.
This girl had the nice small petite body that I love, but she also had a big bubble butt. Her oral skills very quite good, but I just had to fuck this girl in doggie and slap that ass. She didn’t seem to mind a bit and actually encouraged it. She had her hair in pigtails and I couldn’t resist so while I was fucking her in doggie I grabbed the pigtails into one hand and started yanking her head back towards me. She loved it and kept asking for more.
This was the second or third time during this trip so far that girls were asking me to be a little rougher with them after my initial ass slapping or hair pulling. I must admit I was always a little concerned about doing this, but no one ever seemed to mind and most actually encouraged rougher action.
The only bad thing about this session was something I had yet to experience in Brazil. That’s right, the dreaded stink pussy. It was pretty powerful at times. After we were through, however, it was quite understandable why she had it. I had gotten her quite wet with the Vigel beforehand and our session didn’t require lube at all. When I went to the shower to cleanup, she just put her panties back on and started getting dressed. So I would seriously question this girl’s hygiene. I was very surprised and disappointed. It was a great session, but the stink pussy was kind of strong and did detract from the overall experience.
I headed back downstairs and the translator’s girl again finds me. We end up talking a lot this time. In fact, she is the girl that gives me the name of Luka’s “To Nem Ai” song that I kept hearing and had to have before I left Brazil. She even wrote down the title and artist for me after we finished singing the chorus a couple of times. We met up again with translator and went over to the VIP lounge area to have some more drinks. Translator had a new girl with him so it was the four of us just sitting there hanging out. In another funny scene, translator was talking with his new girl in Spanish, who in turned talked to translator girl in Portuguese. When it came back around to me, it was translator’s girl talking to new girl in Portuguese, new girl talking to translator in Spanish and then finally translator speaking with me in English. This didn’t last too long though as communication quickly became cumbersome.
Translator did tell me to make sure I spoke with Otsuka before I left. He mentioned Otsuka would probably knock some reais off my bill. He said it was the Japanese way of doing business because they thought long term and wanted me to come back. After that, he and his new girl went upstairs leaving me and his original girl alone once again. She again kept pressing me to go up and as I explained to her before, I was sorry, but I just didn’t want to go with her. I told her I was happy to spend time with her and hangout, but I wasn’t going to take her upstairs. She made the decision to keep following me around, sit in my lap, kiss me, and stick her tongue in my ear.
She asked what my count was for the day and I told her three. She asked if I was going to do another tonight and I told her yes. She then said ok and that she would help me find another girl. We get about two steps out of the VIP area and there is a girl that I had been eyeing earlier in the evening. She was a smoking hot blonde with another big bubble butt that I just had to slap.
I told translator’s girl this was who I was looking for. She approved, saying this was one of her friends. She introduced us and then gave me a kiss goodbye and headed off. I was left in the hallway interviewing my blonde beauty.
Blonde Beauty’s name was Daniella and she was 21 years old. She originally quoted R$ 250, but accepted my counter offer of R$ 200. We went upstairs to get down to business. Her BBBJ was simply excellent and she felt great when I entered her in missionary. She really got into the Vigel as well. We did cowgirl and reverse cowgirl before I flipped her over to finish in doggie. But I just had to slap that ass of hers a little and she didn’t mind at all. When I first slapped it, she actually reached behind and slapped her own ass harder than I had originally slapped it. So from there on I started slapping her ass harder and faster. She came once while we were in doggie and then I finished with her laying flat on her stomach, ass up, with my legs outside of hers and getting her from behind.
Daneilla was far and away the best session of the day and it was a fine ending to a terrific day. It was around midnight or one by now so I went looking for Otsuka to say my goodbye’s and hopefully get my discount. The bad news was that he had already left. I almost left at this point, but I stayed a little longer hoping to find translator’s girl. If I would have seen her, I probably would have taken her up, even though I had already told her no way and had ample opportunity to do so before but didn’t. I was tired, but she was nice, spent a lot of time with me and I guess I could have gotten over the fact I just wasn’t that attracted to her. It wasn’t that she ugly; I just wasn’t attracted to her features and looks.
After a few laps of looking, I finally gave up and went to the front to pay my bill. It was way too crowded now and moving around was nearly impossible. I paid for my drinks and the rooms and then went out front. The doorman called a taxi for me and I headed back to the Braston to call it a night.