The next week my boss told me that on Fridays I would start staying over in Istanbul as there would now be deliveries arriving on Saturdays and this would greatly enhance the job completion.
The following Friday I packed a small overnight bag for the trip. As we were driving Nagi told me he had setup a room for us in the hotel we had gone to last week.
"There will be many other European boys there tonight and we will go to the disco." he said.
After making our delivery Nagi told me to go in the back of the van and change for the disco. I crawled back in the van and slipped off my trousers reaching into my bag I pulled out a tight fitting pair of jogging shorts and then changed into a red tank top.
Arriving at the hotel we went in and Nagi got our room. Then he led me back into the tea room where his friends awaited us at a table with the Dutch boy sitting with them.
He was sitting between two men eating donner kebab and the men had their hands on his thighs. He was wearing very short daisy duke shorts and a tight tank top. The men smiled as Nagi and I came in. Nagi had his hand possessively on my ass as he guided me over to the table.
We sat at the table the 4 men talking amongst themselves as the Dutch boy and I ate. When we were finished eating we drank some tea until one man said something.
Nagi said to me "We are going to the disco."
They all stood and we walked into the lobby of the hotel and down a short hallway. As we went down the hall way the beat of loud music started pulsing the air. Opening a double door we entered into a dark room with flashing multicolored lights across the ceiling. Loud music filled the room. Along the walls were tables filled with older Turkish men and in the center was a large dance floor with young European guys dancing wildly to the music. The smell of hashish filled the air hanging in blue cloud over the room.
All the guys on the dance floor were dressed in casual clothes, mostly shorts and t-shirts that tightly clung to their bodies. While the Turkish men watching were often wearing sport jackets and more formal wear.
Walking over to a table Nagi and his friends sat down. A bong was on the center of the table as one of them dropped some hash in it and holding the hoses up to us the Dutch boy and I grabbed them as they lit the hash.
We toked on the bong for a few minutes then the men waved us towards the dance floor. We walked out joining the crowd of dancing young men with the hashish swirling our brains.
The dancers were passing hash pipes around and soon everyone was feeling quite care free and uninhibited. At one point a group of about 20 of us formed a line at the edge of the dance floor and started twerking together at the crowd. This raised shouts of approval and cheers from the watching men.
