Chapter 6: The Bar

I enter the room with her. Immediately I realize this is a rave probably in an illegal bar.

The room is massive. There are multiple strobe lights, and lasers lighting the whole room. Remixed Bollywood music is playing at a very loud volume. People are dancing like the world is ending. There are three poles spread across the room. Two of them are being used by two women in bikinis to produce the most vulgar dance imaginable. A lot of men are standing around their small circular tables, and all of them are touching and groping the dancers. Their legs, in between their legs, their ass and some are trying to reach their breasts. The dancers don’t seem to mind. A man inhaling something from a table. I quickly guess cocaine. I find others doing the same. I look at people dancing again. Most of them have a joint in their mouth. And they are not dancing, they are groping each other. I can see a girl giving a handjob to a guy as another guy is rubbing his dick from behind. I see another girl kneeling down sucking one penis and jerking another with her hands.

Enough! I look at my wife beside me. She is also trying to absorb everything. “Hey,” I say to grab her attention. She doesn’t hear me with all the loud noises, so I yell, “Hey”

She looks at me startled.

“This is so exciting!” She says loudly. I look at her in horror. I thought like me, she would immediately want to leave the place.

“I am thirsty ... let’s order some mojitos first”, she says, holds my hand, and starts moving towards the drink area, pulling me with her. Men start noticing her. A lot of them have started ogling at her, murmuring among themselves.

She orders two virgin Pina Coladas for both of us and the bartender prepares her drink first even though people are standing much before us.

We start drinking.

“Everyone is looking at you”, I say with concern as I see men scanning my wife and undressing her in their minds in any direction I look.

But I can hardly blame them.

“Yeah, I know. I am looking really hot!” She exclaims cheerfully, her blue eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Are you crazy? You really shouldn’t have worn this dress!” I say.

She looks at me angrily, “you promised” she says.