Independence weekend in SP.
Anything open on Sabado? Thanks.
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Behold, and submit to the Paulista!
Last weekend I was in Bogota, for the first time (my second visit to Colombia). I visited a certain house of ill repute that had been recommended highly on the Bogota forum. It has now been highly dissed by myself for their blatant attempts to gouge me as a gringo (something not common in the otherwise, on the up and up Casas de Cita of Colombia. But, that isn't what I'm here to discuss and neither are you, probably. I'm hear to talk about a Paulista.
I was sitting on the couch talking to a local dude who spoke good English, who was talking to a girl he introduced as his girlfriend. She was white, and a bit bigger than the other girls. She had bleach blonde hair with dark roots and what appeared to be an asymmetrical haircut 3 months ago, but was now a mess. She wasn't pretty and she looked trashy, though she was wearing some lace lingerie and her breasts were clearly visible through it, her pink aureolas visible under the thing material. I had been chatting with a long legged Venezolona and her fellow "Caracan" to her left, but they were mostly immersed in texting on their phones. But this guy's alleged girlfriend was something else. Her said she was from Sao Paolo, and her name was Barbara. She spoke no English but seemed happy to make my acquaintance. I didn't get the story on why she was peddling her pussy in Colombia nor did I ask. I always expect there was something she needed to get away from (like the time I met an emaciated but apparently educated Colombiana on the streets of Santo Domingo, living the life a of pauper). Anyways, while me and my newly acquainted amigo were chatting, the branca stood up and walked across the room and around the corner (maybe to the ladies room). Her outfit was like a black lack catsuit but the bottom was like a crotchless panty hose with a pair of matching black lace underwear underneath to hide the goods. She wore patent leather platform heels and clomped across the room with awesome bunda swaying and the rest of the girls glaring at her with a mix of awe and contempt. It was like a tigress walking through the jungle and she just owned the situation.
Meanwhile, I asked my new friend what was the price for an hour. 80 K he explained. That is what the rate was for an hour. I pitched an offer to the Venezolana to my left. Want to go? She nodded, and when I tried to confirm the price, she quote me 150 k! My new friend, Tomas heard this and interjected that was not right. The Venolana wouldn't budge on that price, so my friend suggested we consult the "administradora". He walked over and fetched the madame from behind a desk in the corner and she came over to discuss the matter. She confirmed my price was 150 k because of the time of the evening. My friend translated and explained that he apparently paid less for sex with his "girlfriend", because it was earlier in the evening. Because of the time I now had to pay more. I was having none of this.
The branca walked back shortly and I saw all this from the front, before she sat next to my friend. It was them that it dawned on me that this was the Brazilian sensuality that guys have been raving about for decades. That bunda, that swagger, that carefree strut that oozed sexuality. She walked with this air of extreme confidence. Once she said down and resume conversing with her "boyfriend". I tried to get the attention of a pretty Colombian girl across the room who appeared to be looking my direction, but she was actually staring at the branca, like she was also admiring her and despising her at the same time.
Then they both stood and he kissed her goodbye, said bye to me and left. She repeated her little walk out of the room and back. Again, she walked back in like she owned the place and sat down next to me. I attempted a bit of conversation with my limited Spanish but she was direct to the point and asked if I wanted "sexo". I cratered at that point. Ripoff or not, I couldn't resist. I nodded and before we could so much as stand up, I heard the two Venezolanas stand up and stomp out of the room, high heels clacking loudly only to have the rest of the girls get up and stomp off, as well. What just happened? A walkout? A protest? An insurgency? Maybe just some Latinas pissed off that they had been shut down by some trollop from the other side of the equator.
Totally non plussed by this dramatic scene of hysterical whoaring, the Paulista stood up slowly, extended her hand to me and led me to the desk to pay the ripoff 150 k for the hour of love. But, to add insult to injury, I was told by the madame that the price was now 180 k for "sexo". Suddenly I got my spine back and my brain took over the thought process. Sure it wasn't even $8 more, but I knew that they would immediately try to gouge me for something like room rental or cheap condoms, VAT, import duties or some other ripoff. I was a whale and they were trying to reel me in. I protested and the response was 160 k for "medio" (half an hour). I was having none of it. Basta! I said and left. That bunda was nice but I wasn't going to be taken like that, and if I had to go to Brazil to get it at a fair local price, then dammit I was going to Brazil to get it.
And that is where we stand. Now, somebody please, please, please tell me that Barbara was just a glimpse of what I've been missing.
