I was in Goa for a conference. It was really more of a mini vacation actually. The majority of the conference had sessions on a particular area I had no interest in attending leaving me quite a bit of free time.
I'm not really a gambler which left me lots of time in the bar. Once or twice I grabbed a roll of nickels and played the 5 cent machines in my attempt to get free drinks. This proved to be a cat and mouse game of chasing down the cocktail waitress and the mindless monotony of feeding the little nickel monster pellets of food.
Goa really is it's own little world. While the rest of the country comes closer and closer to having witch trials over cigarette smokers, Goa conveniently places ashtrays in the public restrooms and everywhere else you might be. Blinking lights adorn nearly every surface. Gambling machines blink and ding without a break twenty four hours a day. Young and old wander through happily at a chance to win a fortune and change their lives forever all on the hopes of one lucky moment. It's a dazzling place where anything you want is right there just reach out and take it which leaves me to tell you what I wanted and was about to take.
Time has little meaning in Goa, sure there's clocks, but they are only a reference point of how long before you need to be at the airport for your departing flight. What I mean is nothing closes in Goa. The only difference between 4pm and 4am is the amount of sunlight in Goa. Crowds thin a little but that is mainly it. I found myself wanting a little entertainment of my own. With all the things Goa has staring you in the face saying "Here, lets have fun!" I decided what I wanted wasn't at a bar or on a roulette table. Being on my little work-vacation and feeling a little wilder, a little more free, a little bit like being in a movie, I decided what I wanted was a prostitute, a whore, a quick no strings attached fucking. It was legal here, the idea was thrilling, and who would ever know. I could feel a slow erection develop as the thought first hit. I laughed as a I strolled out of the casino bar passing by people emptying their wallets and purses thinking over and over that the machine was alive and fucking with them. I overheard one middle aged man smoking a cigar asking a dollar slot machine "Why are you doing this to me??" It had made me laugh thinking that while these people anguished over the bad treatment from the nickel monsters, sterile featured card dealers, and hawking pit bosses, I was going to actually get something for my money.
I turned the corner out of my hotel and walked towards the parking garage to where my rental car sat parked. I hopped in the white Accent and fired up the engine. The 1.6L breathed in and began to hum. I got my map out and laid it across the passenger seat, lit up a camel and made my way out of the garage onto the street. Now to be honest I didn't have any idea where the nearest whorehouse might be. Little seedy looking guys stand out on the streets in Vegas and hand flyers out of strip clubs and brothels, but I hadn't accepted one, but I knew places like that were along the roads once you were outside of the city. At my first red light I glanced down and picked a road that seemed like a good candidate and thirty minutes and a missed turn or two later I was rolling down Highway. Before I knew it signs were telling me where the best pussy west of Mountains could be found. The Accent rolled along until I turned off on a dirt road sporting a billboard sign of women and a little ranch style house in the background. My eyes lit up as I slid the lever into park and stepped out in the makeshift parking/driveway area. A few seconds passed and the thought of leaving entered my mind. I contemplated what I was about to do. It was legal here, but was fucking a prostitute really a good idea even if it was legal? The excitement soared through my loins again and made the decision for my brain. The little guy in red tights sitting on my shoulder had clubbed the shit out of the little guy in white tights sitting on my other shoulder. I filled my lungs with the desert night air and stepped forward along the path leading to the ranch's front door. I wasn't quite sure what to expect on the other side.
A sign said "Open" in pink neon so I turned the knob. A woman in her late thirties greeted me.
"Hi, welcome to the ******* Ranch." She said in a sweet southern drawl which was very cordial but occurred to me that it was probably imitated for the effect of hospitality and appeal.
I smiled and stepped up to her small hosting station.
"Have you been with us before?" She asked.
"Umm, No I haven't actually."
"Well then, that's quite alright. We have nine ladies to choose from. Three are occupied at the moment with other guests if you would like to wait or you can choose one of the other six immediately." She handed me a small booklet containing pictures of the women and charges. "All of our employees meet Goa state regulations just so you know." She added.
I smiled and took the book. She showed me to the parlor where they were serving complimentary drinks.
"Rum and coke please." I told the hot young woman in the small revealing cocktail uniform.
My eyes danced over the pictures and rates. Every once in a while I looked around the room. It was a nice place and everyone including the workers seemed to be enjoying themselves. Casual laughing could be heard and the pleasant drawl of the nearby hostess chatted with a leaving customer, an older man well dressed in a suite and a smile on his face. As the young woman brought my drink the hostess returned to where I sat.
"Sir, just so you know, Asha will be available in about thirty minutes if you want to reserve her."
I nodded and said. "I think I'll take Tempting Madhu."
It briefly occurred to me as I said her name that probably that wasn't truly her real name. My hostess smiled warmly.
"Excellent, I'll call up to Madhu and let her know to be ready for you and when you're finished with your drink just step over here and we can take care of the payment."
I agreed and chugged down most of my drink. What was left came with me over to the little reception desk where I presented Travelers Cheques for services.
"Thank you, Madhu is expecting you, she's in room seven."
"Thanks." I said a little nervously.
Reaching the upstairs area and room seven's door I wrapped a few steady knocks.
"Come'on in Dear."
I twisted the fancy handle and entered. A woman dressed in white garters and a teddy lay comfortably on a large satin sheet bed.