'Welcome to the Den!', exclaimed Ritesh fervidly. 'This is where the Kings rejoice.'
Just a few steps march into the gates I saw the so called 'Den' my new friend declared.
The sizable mansion was a bad effigy of a spanish villa. The outdoor patio wasn't used for months it seemed. The buff coloured walls turned golden rod somehow. The clay plaster texture with that colour made it look like a shit pile. I had a name for this place in my head, 'Crappy Den'.
As we made our way into the Crappy Den, monstrous men inspected us to look if we had I don't know what. Ritesh was their commoner I guessed. Most of the girls body was visible and their dress barely covered what it was meant to. Still, a guard had the good fortune to move his hands over their perfecty modelled physique like a potter shapes pots. I came here with almost nothing in my pockets of value and a borrowed jacket.
'What is all this about?', I asked Ritesh after the routine check.
'Outside weapons not allowed.' He said, like a warning outside a movie theater.
'What weapons?' I said furiously.
'Don't worry, everything is available in the den. It's just that we don't want anyone to hurt themselves with naivety. By the way they could not detect the weapons these girls are carrying.' He said with a smirk.
I can understand that since the pumped up beast was was enjoying the curves but then I realised about the bazookas Ritesh was referring to. I too replied with a grin.
As we entered the edifice, the moods suddenly changed. There was a sudden chill in the air, the girls became more cheerful and started socializing right away. I sensed rich, powerful men all around the place, drinking and chatting. More damsels in here than in my ride to this place, keeping the house alive.
A party I came uninvited to, I was only expected of one thing if I'm not killing anyone here. Eat and drink. Also, since I don't know except a couple of people here who are busy it seems, I can concentrate on the task quite well.
Leading towards the bar counter, bisecting the mafia looking crowd I can already feel my balls felling numb from all that liquor. The bartender was juggling bottles and performing his fire tricks as if it was some form of mating dance. I ask for a peg of vodka and turn towards the crowd sipping on it. This went on for some time till I no longer distinguish between water and vodka.
'Hello', says a girl seated on my right.
'Hi', I say turning towards her only to realise I should really think of something clever to say within the next 10 seconds.
'Are you bored?', she asked with a smirk.
'I don't know yet, I'm not into fire bending or Mafia Wars type of stuff though', I said in my composed accent.
'I'm Neela and I share your enthusiasm here'.
I don't know if she was drunk too or I just managed to pull a conversation in that state. Anyways, one thing led to another and I find myself in a dimly lit room on the upper level. Making out on the royal canopy bed was something that wasn't on my To-Do list for today but oppurtunity and Neela don't knock my door everyday.
We jumped on the bed and she started pecking my lips at first. This felt stupid, however it also drove me crazy at the same time. Imagine a man in a desert, dying of thirst, finds some water to drink but can only drink one drop at a time. Yes, only if that man was sloshed, he would've known how I felt.
Neela knew what she was doing while I was still wondering what to do with my hands. It felt like a vestigial organ for the moment but then I started rubbing her back just to keep'em busy. This was followed by a long electrifying kiss and things just went uphill from here.
Just a few steps march into the gates I saw the so called 'Den' my new friend declared.
The sizable mansion was a bad effigy of a spanish villa. The outdoor patio wasn't used for months it seemed. The buff coloured walls turned golden rod somehow. The clay plaster texture with that colour made it look like a shit pile. I had a name for this place in my head, 'Crappy Den'.
As we made our way into the Crappy Den, monstrous men inspected us to look if we had I don't know what. Ritesh was their commoner I guessed. Most of the girls body was visible and their dress barely covered what it was meant to. Still, a guard had the good fortune to move his hands over their perfecty modelled physique like a potter shapes pots. I came here with almost nothing in my pockets of value and a borrowed jacket.
'What is all this about?', I asked Ritesh after the routine check.
'Outside weapons not allowed.' He said, like a warning outside a movie theater.
'What weapons?' I said furiously.
'Don't worry, everything is available in the den. It's just that we don't want anyone to hurt themselves with naivety. By the way they could not detect the weapons these girls are carrying.' He said with a smirk.
I can understand that since the pumped up beast was was enjoying the curves but then I realised about the bazookas Ritesh was referring to. I too replied with a grin.
As we entered the edifice, the moods suddenly changed. There was a sudden chill in the air, the girls became more cheerful and started socializing right away. I sensed rich, powerful men all around the place, drinking and chatting. More damsels in here than in my ride to this place, keeping the house alive.
A party I came uninvited to, I was only expected of one thing if I'm not killing anyone here. Eat and drink. Also, since I don't know except a couple of people here who are busy it seems, I can concentrate on the task quite well.
Leading towards the bar counter, bisecting the mafia looking crowd I can already feel my balls felling numb from all that liquor. The bartender was juggling bottles and performing his fire tricks as if it was some form of mating dance. I ask for a peg of vodka and turn towards the crowd sipping on it. This went on for some time till I no longer distinguish between water and vodka.
'Hello', says a girl seated on my right.
'Hi', I say turning towards her only to realise I should really think of something clever to say within the next 10 seconds.
'Are you bored?', she asked with a smirk.
'I don't know yet, I'm not into fire bending or Mafia Wars type of stuff though', I said in my composed accent.
'I'm Neela and I share your enthusiasm here'.
I don't know if she was drunk too or I just managed to pull a conversation in that state. Anyways, one thing led to another and I find myself in a dimly lit room on the upper level. Making out on the royal canopy bed was something that wasn't on my To-Do list for today but oppurtunity and Neela don't knock my door everyday.
We jumped on the bed and she started pecking my lips at first. This felt stupid, however it also drove me crazy at the same time. Imagine a man in a desert, dying of thirst, finds some water to drink but can only drink one drop at a time. Yes, only if that man was sloshed, he would've known how I felt.
Neela knew what she was doing while I was still wondering what to do with my hands. It felt like a vestigial organ for the moment but then I started rubbing her back just to keep'em busy. This was followed by a long electrifying kiss and things just went uphill from here.
