Luke walked into the foreign bar and immediately felt all eyes on him. The only white boy in the whole village was being stared down; some eyes were subtle, some not so much. He looked around awkwardly, maybe waiting to get kicked out, but nothing was said. He slowly made his way to the bar and sat on a stool. The eyes had followed him the whole way, there was no hiding here.
"Can I have a vodka, lime and soda?" Luke barely squeaked out.
The barman smirked, "of course that's your drink, white boy." A few of the men sitting around the bar let out a chuckle. All of them black and all of them with mildly disapproving looks on their faces.
Luke was feeling uncomfortable. The heat of the Congo was not what he was used to; he had heard that it was hot but really wasn't expecting the intensity. The stifling heat and the glares were enough to make him up and leave, but he hadn't flown halfway around the world to leave at the first hurdle.
He finally mustered the courage to talk to the man next to him. A large man, broad shoulders that hunched over his drink. His short sleeves showed off huge arms that glistened with sweat; long, thick legs extended from his shorts. "So, wh-what is there to do around here... for fun?" Luke tried to act casual.
"Just show us your pussy, white boy," the black man growled back. He twisted around on his chair, facing Luke to stare him down. The hulking figure smiled, "we all know what you're here for."
Luke was left speechless, he was taken completely by surprise. His face glowed red as he felt the heat rising in his cheeks. "I, um... I don't know what you mean." Luke lowered his head and dared to look around. All of the men in the bar were staring in their direction, they no doubt heard the black man's proclamation; he had no shame in exposing this little white boy.
"You know what I mean: show me your pussy," the Congolese man replied with a thick accent from his French-speaking mother tongue. He waited for a moment before continuing when Luke made no movement, "all you white boys are the same and you come here for one reason. Now, stand up, turn around, drop your pants and open that pussy for me."
Laughter started to rumble around the room. Luke looked around at all the black faces staring at him. No one of the men was subtle any longer, they wanted to watch. Luke's hands were shaking, he was nervous and scared; he didn't know what would happen if he refused nor did he know if he could leave. On the other hand, he saw the opportunity that had landed in his lap so easily. The man was right: he had come here for one reason and it may have just presented itself. Luke thought it was going to be a lot more difficult than this to find such a man, let alone a bar full of them.