Santos - Ninfas Nightclub
Started out the afternoon with a walk on the beach and a steak with capirinhas. Decided in the course of the evening to head out to Ninfas night club and check it out. The taxi driver crossed himself just before we entered the area where the club is located. So I doubt it is the safest area in Santos. Either way, the fellers at the entrance gave me a card with a number on, which is kinda your ID once you reach the first floor. The night club includes your regular bar, huge sofas to play around in and the obligatory striptease podium with a pole. The area behind the bar has a number of short time rooms.
My idea of a good time is to hang around for a while, scout, and pick out exactly what I want before moving in. I was there about 2100 a wednesday evening, and the pickings were slim in the beginning. After my second beer things started happening though. Striptease was on and the girls started showing up.
Abt. 20 girls, 5-8ts with a couple of potential 10s. This blonde caught my eye. Fake blonde and fake tits, but all in all high quality work. I dont recall her name, but you'll pick her out on her dental braces. In the dark she looked like a Jessica Alba / Beyoncee kinda deal. Amazing 34dd chest with real sensitive buttons, perfect bunda and that light blonde hair these chicks get all over when they otherwise look perfect.
This girl was a damn ten. Regardless if she was 29, cost me a bloody fortune, did not take it in the rear and spat a rubber on prior to performing a covered oral with her braced teeth. I dont fucking care. All imperfections, she was still a ten.
Damage: 300R/1hrs + drinks
Repeat: You bet!
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Botucatu--Fazenda American Bar
Fazenda American Bar
You can count this as being new in town, TOFTT or just a fun story. After a few long and difficult days out in the countryside, with a trip to Rio a week away and no success in connecting with the local women, I decided to check out the Fazenda American Bar [url]http://www.fazendaamericanbar.com/[/url] on Rodovia Dominga Sartori in Botucatu. I thought it was relatively close based on the map. Instead, it was a long drive up by taxi a treacherous road. I intentionally brought only R$200 for taxi, drinks, and companionship to cut my losses. Usually that strategy works, but not tonight. The cab fare left me with R$160.
When I arrived at about 9 p.m., there were no customers, only five GDPs getting freaky with each other and a bartender. My Portuguese was still not good enough to comfortably order, and I was informed by the bartender that the place was closed. It wasn’t clear to me if I arrived too early or too late. I went back out to see the taxi leave without me and turned around to call another cab. Instead, one of the GDPs invited me over to their table and asked the bartender to give me a card.
Her name was Paraná and she was a dark lush with long legs, a loud voice and a sharp tongue. The bartender ignored her demands at first, but she said something in Portuguese that sounded like, “Are you crazy? This guy’s an American.” He shrugged and brought us a card with drinks and prices on it. I didn’t know how the system worked, but got a fast lesson. The five girls quickly ordered R$180 worth of drinks on me, and had a wonderful time doing so. I did not have a clue that this had happened until it was time to pay the tab. There was one young, sad-eyed blonde who didn’t order drinks and wanted nothing to do with scamming me, obviously criticizing her colleagues. After a few minutes, this sweet young beauty stopped defending my honor and excused herself to make calls on her cell phone. The four who remained had their drinks on me.
After the first round, one sitting to my right gave her name as Volquíria became very friendly. I asked her to write it down, it sounded so strange. She was a light-skinned brunette named after a South African volcano, it turns out. In broken English she asked if I would like to go with her and her friend Paraná for a threesome. She quoted 200 for the two and I wasn’t sure if it was US or R. Mistake two. Of course it was US. It was then that I discovered that the bar tab was several times what I thought and R$20 more than I brought. At first I tried to bluff my way out, but the bouncers appeared and it was clear I would not get a cab until I settled. My first credit card was rejected, but my second was accepted. Three times it was accepted. So the total damage was close to US$300. Ouch.
After deciding whether to go to the cabine or the hotel, I chose the hotel. Mistake three. They assign one of the bouncers to drive, and Volquíria, Paraná and I get in the backseat. I give him the name of my hotel. They balk and I think were trying to tell me my hotel was not girl-friendly. As we go down the rutted bumpy road, the three of us start making out in the backseat. I stop stressing about the money and decide to make the most of it. After we get to the paved road, I’m paying no attention to the driver. Before we know it, the driver is lost and we are driving aimlessly around Botucatu. After a while, the driver stops bluffing and indicates he is not going where I asked him. I’m not from around there and speak practically no Portuguese and I’m trying to tell them where to go. I start to get very nervous. The Volcano Lady tries to calm me down by straddling me an sticking her tongue down my throat. Hot she was, very hot. After a few twists and turns, we arrive at an hourly rate motel by the freeway. I am not amused and refuse in my bad Portuguese and stubborn English to check in there, insisting on being driven to my hotel.
They acquiesce. I help guide them in broken Portuguese to my hotel. Mistake 4. Of course my hotel is a respectable establishment and not GDP friendly. I get my key and do my best to ignore their dirty looks. Volquíria and Paraná follow me in their fishnets, miniskirts and four-inch heels. When we get to the hallway, we link arms and skip down like an X-rated Scarecrow, the Tinman and Dorothy. We get into my room. I go down on Volquíria and try to get Paraná to join us. Paraná instead raids the fridge and empties the minibar. While Volquíria and I are dirty dancing the horizontal mambo on the bed, Paraná calls room service and orders more booze. Room service comes before Volquíria and I did, but we were getting close until that happened. We move on to doggy, with Volquíria's luscious ass backing into me. We both arrive at about the same time. By then, Paraná is pretty drunk, and joins us in a loud way. The three of us become a tangled mass and Paraná is screaming her fool head off as we take turns going down on her.
Volquíria slips into the bathroom and showers and I’m ready to mount Paraná. We are going at it for a while and I notice that the shower has stopped. What is the Volcanic One up to? She was going through my personal items and was particularly interested in my lubricant, which somehow wound up in her purse. A few other items disappeared as well, although it might have been unrelated to her. I recovered the lube to use on Paraná, shaming Volquíria in the process.
Two hours in, the driver calls to find out when we’ll be done. He gives us another 15 minutes. We finish, they dress, and I collapse in the bed. Yet, despite all that, I felt cheated and robbed. Why? In the US, such an encounter would cost much more. It was more that I didn’t know the rules of the game and instead of having them explained to me, they took advantage that I was new. They also assumed that because I came from a rich country that I was also rich, which is not the case.
In hindsight, I learned some lessons and was able to approach Campinas and Rio with a little more sophistication. Learning in Botucatu might have saved me from a worse fate in Rio, I don’t know.
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Hi I have read some post about this writing: better Goiânia than Belem, better Goiânia than Sao Luis, better Goiânia than north Brasil ........... but then no guys post about Goiânia.
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Mongering in São José Dos Campos
Greetings Gents
São José Dos Campos is rarely on the board and I can see why this is the case. I was looking for some info on some previously reported locations and massage parlors but no one responded.
I was there in June and here is how I can sum it up. The private houses reported previously dont appear to be in operation. I checked these addresses and it appears that families are now living there so I can't comment on that any further. Massage parlors are available but due to schedule I was not able to sample any so I will leave comments to others who had a chance to use their services.
The street action is plentyfull. When it gets dark, there are many gems working the main street into town. You don't need a car to monger there, just take a walk and you will see some hotties hanging out there looking for action. If you are patient, you can end up with a fresh, young, and good looking girl that will rock your world for an hour or so. The damage is R50 for the girl and R13 for the room in one of the hourly motels along the strip.
I will be back in a couple of months and look forward to seeing some new talents on the strip.
Cheers
A158
