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23 oktober 2010, 18:07
Day 1: Bomboa-- What the Hell Happened to This Place?
Five years ago, I first set foot in here. A reviewer on another board referred to it as “the best brothel in the world.” Based on my visits then, it certainly would have ranked in my top 10. I remember hot girls in bikinis, assurances of good service, decent food, and live music. Thus, with great anticipation I took a taxi one fine evening to see how much of this was still true. I was warned that the girls no longer dressed in bikinis but I still held out some hope.
After checking in, I wandered around a bit. Maybe it’s just me, but the place seems a lot smaller and in particular had lower ceilings than I remember. (No, I didn’t grow over these past 5 years.) I found an alcove in the room where the band played and I sat down.
After some time, Maya, a tall girl with brown hair and green eyes caught my attention. I waved her over to my table and we started talking. After only a couple of minutes she asked for a R$35 glass of champagne (strike one.) She pointed out that I can afford it as it would be deducted from my R$200 entry fee (strike two.) I replied that in a little bit we could have drinks. The smile instantly disappeared from her face and was replaced by a huff you might see on a child whom you tell to wait 5 minutes for ice cream (strike three.) I didn’t need to dismiss her; she left by herself.
I got up and took a stroll around the place. It seemed rather quiet for a Saturday night.
She’s a Sharp One
After finding another table to sit down, I saw Kristao (I hope the spelling is right here, it may have sounded like Gristao as well), 26, brown hair but dyed blonde, skinny, and with brown eyes. She’s usually only in Sao Paulo during the week, but decided to hang around for the weekend as well this time.
Even in a low-cut tube dress open at the sides her outfit covered too much (keep in mind that this comes from a man used to FKKs.) Nonetheless, she looked hot so I opened with a famous Mystery neg: “Your hair is lovely. Is it dyed?”
She broke eye contact, turned away and looked down, stroked the back of her head and neck, and sheepishly admitted that yes, it was dyed. We progressed from there to a rather pleasant conversation in which she revealed herself to be quite open to me stroking her thigh, brushing my hand against hers, and putting my arm around her. We discussed a variety of topics about her life and studies.
The price for an hour was R$500, she said. I countered with R$200 as I understand that this is the best case scenario for locals. She moved down to R$400, and initially would not budge. At one point I was ready to give up and after standing up told her “OK, why don’t we meet later?” (My standard line if we can’t reach an agreement but I don’t want to close the door on her completely.)
Her response wasn’t what I expected and it indicated I was dealing with a sharp mind. (She would eventually show me her student ID to prove that she studies law.) She pointed out all the people that had come in since we started talking and that there would be no “later.” She’d find another guy and hang out with him; I’d find another girl and hang out with her. Oh, and she also agreed to R$300. Now that we’d negotiated the price, we had to negotiate services--specifically DFK and BBBJ. Again, I had to get up and start walking away before she agreed to both. It wasn’t always like this. I miss the old days (sigh)….
Before going to the room, I had to pay the entry fee. Somehow, it mushroomed from R$200 to R$220! I asked what the extra R$20 was for, and the most detailed explanation I could get was that it was a 10% surcharge.
When Kristao was ready to go to the room, she showed up in a long black trench coat and heels. I was turned on by the quixotic hope that there was truly nothing underneath that trench coat. (The girls have them because they must walk outside to get to the hotel. Obviously, it is sometimes too cold for short skirts and even if it weren’t it’s not good neighborhood relations to have half-naked women walking around in public at all hours of the night.) I was SOL; she just had her same dress on under that coat, as I would find out in the hotel room.
We went next door to the hotel, where the rate is R$120 per hour. After we both showered, we moved our naked bodies to the corner of the bed. I sat down, she sat on my lap facing me, and we began kissing. I shifted down to her breasts and began sucking on them, slowing down as I got closer to her nipples, and flicking my tongue back and forth across them. I watched us in the mirror and got turned on even more by the vision of her offering her wonderful and natural C cups to me and me taking them completely in my mouth.
We went back to kissing, and she started to grind her bare pussy against my now hard dick. Occasionally, she would stand up and allow me to do some upward thrusting. My glans began to brush up against her inner labia. With each stroke, I could feel more and more wonderful and inviting warmth and wetness as I thrusted deeper and harder toward her. Would she let me do the ultimate taboo, enter her bareback?
In a word, no. Calmer heads prevailed and she decided that she wanted to blow me. So, she started to put on a condom (in contravention of our earlier agreement!) I again had to get up and start leaving before she relented. “OK, I just want to make you happy,” she offered.
So, I got a blow job (without condom as we had agreed) and then she put a condom on before intercourse. She mounted me and rode me cowgirl, occasionally leaning forward to kiss my neck and let me enjoy the view of her shapely backside displayed on the ceiling mirror. She lay down and I entered her from on top. Thanks to building up a lot of steam, I came rather quickly.
Where Does the Time Go?
Kristao showed no indication of being upset and we resumed some friendly conversation and post-coital cuddling. We got up to shower one more time before leaving and settled the bill with the hotel.
Well, it turns out that we had stayed an extra half hour. I owed Kristao no extra money but I did owe the hotel another R$60.
As I left in a taxi, the doorman obnoxiously asked for a tip.
So, what would I say in summary?
This place has become Sao Paulo’s answer to Termas Centaurus. If either is worth visiting at all (and neither is), they would be worth going to just once to satisfy curiosity or to say that you’ve done it. Both places are overpriced and overrated with greedy and unhelpful staff and ridiculous policies. Oh sure, you’ll find pretty girls there but the smarter thing to do (if possible) is to get numbers and meet outside of work just to avoid going to these awful, awful places.
Against my better judgment and for the sake of completeness only, I will include contact information below. Please do not construe this as an endorsement:
Bomboa American Bar
Open:
M-F: 14h-04h
Sa: 14h-03h
Rua Capote Valente 222- Pinheiros -SP
Tel: +55 (11) 3064-6494
+55 (11) 3063-2944
www.bomboa.com.br
Prices:
Entry, R$200, R$20 surcharge (apparently) for taking a girl to the room.
Sex: R$300/hr. Services beyond intercourse must be negotiated.
Hotel: R$120/hr.
Five years ago, I first set foot in here. A reviewer on another board referred to it as “the best brothel in the world.” Based on my visits then, it certainly would have ranked in my top 10. I remember hot girls in bikinis, assurances of good service, decent food, and live music. Thus, with great anticipation I took a taxi one fine evening to see how much of this was still true. I was warned that the girls no longer dressed in bikinis but I still held out some hope.
After checking in, I wandered around a bit. Maybe it’s just me, but the place seems a lot smaller and in particular had lower ceilings than I remember. (No, I didn’t grow over these past 5 years.) I found an alcove in the room where the band played and I sat down.
After some time, Maya, a tall girl with brown hair and green eyes caught my attention. I waved her over to my table and we started talking. After only a couple of minutes she asked for a R$35 glass of champagne (strike one.) She pointed out that I can afford it as it would be deducted from my R$200 entry fee (strike two.) I replied that in a little bit we could have drinks. The smile instantly disappeared from her face and was replaced by a huff you might see on a child whom you tell to wait 5 minutes for ice cream (strike three.) I didn’t need to dismiss her; she left by herself.
I got up and took a stroll around the place. It seemed rather quiet for a Saturday night.
She’s a Sharp One
After finding another table to sit down, I saw Kristao (I hope the spelling is right here, it may have sounded like Gristao as well), 26, brown hair but dyed blonde, skinny, and with brown eyes. She’s usually only in Sao Paulo during the week, but decided to hang around for the weekend as well this time.
Even in a low-cut tube dress open at the sides her outfit covered too much (keep in mind that this comes from a man used to FKKs.) Nonetheless, she looked hot so I opened with a famous Mystery neg: “Your hair is lovely. Is it dyed?”
She broke eye contact, turned away and looked down, stroked the back of her head and neck, and sheepishly admitted that yes, it was dyed. We progressed from there to a rather pleasant conversation in which she revealed herself to be quite open to me stroking her thigh, brushing my hand against hers, and putting my arm around her. We discussed a variety of topics about her life and studies.
The price for an hour was R$500, she said. I countered with R$200 as I understand that this is the best case scenario for locals. She moved down to R$400, and initially would not budge. At one point I was ready to give up and after standing up told her “OK, why don’t we meet later?” (My standard line if we can’t reach an agreement but I don’t want to close the door on her completely.)
Her response wasn’t what I expected and it indicated I was dealing with a sharp mind. (She would eventually show me her student ID to prove that she studies law.) She pointed out all the people that had come in since we started talking and that there would be no “later.” She’d find another guy and hang out with him; I’d find another girl and hang out with her. Oh, and she also agreed to R$300. Now that we’d negotiated the price, we had to negotiate services--specifically DFK and BBBJ. Again, I had to get up and start walking away before she agreed to both. It wasn’t always like this. I miss the old days (sigh)….
Before going to the room, I had to pay the entry fee. Somehow, it mushroomed from R$200 to R$220! I asked what the extra R$20 was for, and the most detailed explanation I could get was that it was a 10% surcharge.
When Kristao was ready to go to the room, she showed up in a long black trench coat and heels. I was turned on by the quixotic hope that there was truly nothing underneath that trench coat. (The girls have them because they must walk outside to get to the hotel. Obviously, it is sometimes too cold for short skirts and even if it weren’t it’s not good neighborhood relations to have half-naked women walking around in public at all hours of the night.) I was SOL; she just had her same dress on under that coat, as I would find out in the hotel room.
We went next door to the hotel, where the rate is R$120 per hour. After we both showered, we moved our naked bodies to the corner of the bed. I sat down, she sat on my lap facing me, and we began kissing. I shifted down to her breasts and began sucking on them, slowing down as I got closer to her nipples, and flicking my tongue back and forth across them. I watched us in the mirror and got turned on even more by the vision of her offering her wonderful and natural C cups to me and me taking them completely in my mouth.
We went back to kissing, and she started to grind her bare pussy against my now hard dick. Occasionally, she would stand up and allow me to do some upward thrusting. My glans began to brush up against her inner labia. With each stroke, I could feel more and more wonderful and inviting warmth and wetness as I thrusted deeper and harder toward her. Would she let me do the ultimate taboo, enter her bareback?
In a word, no. Calmer heads prevailed and she decided that she wanted to blow me. So, she started to put on a condom (in contravention of our earlier agreement!) I again had to get up and start leaving before she relented. “OK, I just want to make you happy,” she offered.
So, I got a blow job (without condom as we had agreed) and then she put a condom on before intercourse. She mounted me and rode me cowgirl, occasionally leaning forward to kiss my neck and let me enjoy the view of her shapely backside displayed on the ceiling mirror. She lay down and I entered her from on top. Thanks to building up a lot of steam, I came rather quickly.
Where Does the Time Go?
Kristao showed no indication of being upset and we resumed some friendly conversation and post-coital cuddling. We got up to shower one more time before leaving and settled the bill with the hotel.
Well, it turns out that we had stayed an extra half hour. I owed Kristao no extra money but I did owe the hotel another R$60.
As I left in a taxi, the doorman obnoxiously asked for a tip.
So, what would I say in summary?
This place has become Sao Paulo’s answer to Termas Centaurus. If either is worth visiting at all (and neither is), they would be worth going to just once to satisfy curiosity or to say that you’ve done it. Both places are overpriced and overrated with greedy and unhelpful staff and ridiculous policies. Oh sure, you’ll find pretty girls there but the smarter thing to do (if possible) is to get numbers and meet outside of work just to avoid going to these awful, awful places.
Against my better judgment and for the sake of completeness only, I will include contact information below. Please do not construe this as an endorsement:
Bomboa American Bar
Open:
M-F: 14h-04h
Sa: 14h-03h
Rua Capote Valente 222- Pinheiros -SP
Tel: +55 (11) 3064-6494
+55 (11) 3063-2944
www.bomboa.com.br
Prices:
Entry, R$200, R$20 surcharge (apparently) for taking a girl to the room.
Sex: R$300/hr. Services beyond intercourse must be negotiated.
Hotel: R$120/hr.