My Lufthansa flight arrived at Guarulhos airport around 7PM on a Thursday evening. After visiting an ATM machine and a nicotine overdose, I caught the airport bus to Praça da Républica. The taxi to my hotel was my first experience with the notorious São Paulo traffic... hell on wheels!
Checking in...
Based on forum recommendations, I’d made reservations for a double room to avoid any joiner fees. When I checked into the Mercure Apartments Central Towers in Paraíso, the friendly receptionist announced that I wouldn’t have to pay the double rate unless I actually received visitors. An unexpected bonus! Of course, I actually wanted to pay the double rate.
Dialing...
After unpacking, I set up my laptop on the oval table and started perusing profiles of São Paulo escorts. I’d downloaded hundreds of escort pages in preparation for this trip, but didn’t have time to make my final selection.
The collection of babes on sites like M Class is simply mouth-watering. I spent a few hours admiring pictures of goddesses, while checking their reviews on GP Guia. A few girls seemed to combine amazing looks with wonderful service. But when I dialed the magic digits... the phone was disconnected.
I totally lost track of time... When I noticed the clock and realized the futility of trying to call an escort at this late hour, I jumped into the shower, changed my clothes and whizzed down the elevator...
Millennium
I caught a taxi to Café Millennium, which some regulars visitors consider to be the best boate in São Paulo. The cover charge is steep (100 BRL), but at least it’s consumable.
The receptionist asked me for ID. I wasn’t carrying any. She asked for a credit card. I wasn’t carrying one. When she asked me how I intended to pay, I showed her some cash. That put a smile on her face and a key card in my hand.
No robe, though. And no locker! 
When I walked into the boate around 1AM, the place was totally packed. Even though there were plenty of girls, they were still way outnumbered by the guys. A couple of average-looking English-speaking girls tried to latch on to me, but I shook them off and started cruising the boate, checking out the talent. The quality was high, but nothing out of the ordinary. Definitely no better than an upscale Rio termas. And, of course, all the hot babes were occupada...
Since I had to meet the minimum consumption, I went into the restaurant and ordered myself a steak dinner. After replenishing my energy levels, I walked back into the boate and positioned myself next to the stage. When I exchanged smiles with a hot dancer, she started rubbing her ass and pussy in my face. Vai, safada! When she finished her routine, we spent some time dancing together before retiring to a sofa...
Natasha was a hot dark blonde with a gorgeous face and a cute, straight and pointy nose. But her most distinguishing feature was her right pinky... which was missing.
When Natasha demonstrated how carinhosa a Brasileira can be, I ordered her a small bottle of wine. After a while, Natasha enquired whether I was interested in in-call or take-out. She seemed to like the idea of spending the night with me... We spent an hour chatting and exchanging sweet kisses before Natasha got to the crunch. When I enquired about her presentinha, she asked for 1000 BRL. I offered her 300 BRL, the top of the range for a ST at Millennium. I was willing to negotiate, but she wouldn’t budge. When I repeated that I wouldn’t pay 1000 BRL,
Natasha got up, offered me her cheek and walked straight out... I hooked up with another hottie. She was unwilling to come to my apartment. I fooled around with a group of girls on the dance stage. They loved to play with my pocket rocket, but didn’t fancy accompanying me home...
Around 5.30AM, I called it quits and headed for the reception area. My final attempt to convince a girl to come home with me was also unsuccessful. When I checked out, I’d just reached the minimum consumption.
I did have fun at Millennium. But since I didn’t make it into the end-zone, it was still a wasted night. Most of the Millennium girls seem to be unwilling to do out-call. I wasn’t interested in fucking the girls on-site. I don’t like to take pictures with a crappy compact camera. I don’t wanna lug a bulky SLR camera around a boate either. I guess boates are not my style. If only they provided lockers, like the termas...
Anyway, it was a lonely ride back to my apartment. Still, there was one bright side – my room was cheaper. 
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