We got to the beer store in about five minutes, just before closing. It was dark outside and tons of cars in the front parking lot. I guess several people were trying to get there beer before closing time, so I was forced to park in the back alley which was the closest spot available. There were a few East Indian guys sitting on the grass of an attached green space, obviously intoxicated and probably homeless, wearing their turbans and tattered clothes and holding styro-foam cups.
As soon as the car stopped Raj sat still for a moment, looked over at me and asked, "Do you have five dollars, kind sir?" in his thick East Indian accent.
I was shocked after all I had given this disgusting vagrant and he was still bumming cash off of me, to obviously buy more alcohol. Did he not realize everything I had already given him? Wow, this guy was just unbelievable.
I didn't have any more cash on me, just plastic and definitely needed more beer after what I had experienced, so I responded by saying, "I tell you what Raj, you can come in the beer store with me, pick out whatever you want and I will pay for it."
You could see the excitement in Raj's eyes, like he had won the lottery. I think he was happier about this offer than when I let him fuck my hot wife. I went directly to the import beer section to grab a six pack of my favorite ale. When I looked, Raj was walking to the cash register pushing a twenty-eight pack of high percent alcohol beer in a cart, typical drunk trying to get as much alcohol he could. I didn't say anything to him, just paid for the beer and began to walk out of the beer store.
I walked to the back alley where my car was parked like a typical suburban upper middle class white guy, wearing my preppy clothes and holding my six pack of premium import beer, probably not a good thing to do in that neighborhood at that time of night.
As soon as I hit the unlock button to my one year old 5 series BMW I heard someone shout out, "Yo white boy! What you got for me? Yea, I'm fucking talking to you backstreet boy!"
I looked behind me and saw four young black guys, all wearing gang colors and one with his hand in his waste band, looking from side to side.
I responded by saying, "I don't want any trouble guys. I don't have any money on me, but you can have my wallet. Here, take it."
As I reached my hand to my pants to slowly to pull out my wallet, one of the young gang bangers batted it out of my hand and then punched me in the nose causing me to drop my six pack of beer which smashed on the ground.
The same gang banger yelled, "You stupid cracker! Do you think we want your fucking identification? You stupid white boy! I want the keys to your ride!"
As a trail of blood was falling from my nose I quickly complied, handed the keys over to one of them and they all quickly got in the car and drove off. There was nothing I could do only call 911, which I did. The police showed up and refused to take a statement because the car was in my wife's name, which I did for tax purposes. The last thing I wanted to do was get my wife down here, especially since I hadn't spoken to her since our little threesome experience with Raj, but I couldn't wait until we returned home from our trip to put the report in, that would be over a week.
I picked up my cell and dialed the hotel room. Elle picked up the phone in a surprisingly very cheerful voice. I explained what had happened and the need for her to file a police report and she quickly agreed saying she would take a cab and be there in fifteen minutes. Elle didn't mention a thing and she acted like nothing had happened, if anything, she was in a better mood than her usual self, which was a relief.
Elle showed up in a cab as she said, about fifteen minutes later. When she got out she looked as great as she usually does, wearing a grey short sleeve knit dress which hung about knee length and a pair of black tights underneath, that came down to about mid calf and a pair of flip flops. The dress was form fitting with a low cut in the neck, giving a perfect view of the cleavage of her perfect c-cup breasts. Her blond hair was tied back in a pony tail and flowed behind her back and gave contrast to the dark complexion of her skin from the constant tanning she had done to prepare for our vacation.
Elle ran up to me, kissing me on the lips and wiping the blood from by nose saying, "Are you OK baby?"
You could see the police officer who was taking the report checking Elle's ass out as she was checking me over to see if I was OK, but the officer quickly wasted no time, telling us he had to get all the appropriate information and get going because he had already been on the call far too long from having to wait for Elle to attend the scene. It only took about twenty minutes max before the officer had everything he needed, he directed us to a nearby taxi stand and then was on his way.
Just as we were walking to the taxi stand, Raj came from around the corner of the beer store smelling of cheap beer. He looked at us and said, "I am very, very sorry sir. I saw those young men make you drop your beer. I would be more than happy to share one of mine with you."
I just had my seventy thousand dollar car stolen from me and Raj thinks I am worried about my fifteen dollar six pack of beer? This guy is unreal.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Don't worry about us, Raj, everything is under control. Enjoy your beer. Goodnight."
To my surprise, Elle spoke up saying, "Honey, Raj is just trying to be nice. Why don't you have a beer with the old guy and make the best of it? After all, we have technically started our vacation."
I didn't want to disagree with anything Elle had to say at this point in time and after all I did really need a beer and mine were smashed on the pavement. It was just shocking how she almost acted as if nothing had happened with Raj earlier in the night, but I wasn't complaining at this point. I kind of wanted to forget about it.
Raj led us over to the five East Indian men who we first saw when I had parked my car. They were all sitting on the grass, speaking their native tongue and drinking. The twenty-eight pack of beer, which I paid for earlier, was sitting behind a tree just over from them and already mostly gone.
Raj went over to the case of beer, pulled out a beer and handed it to me. He offered me a cup, but I thought I would take my chances. Elle and I both sat with the men in almost a circle as I began to drink the cheap beer. Raj continued to talk to the other men in East Indian and most of the men continued to stare at Elle with a look of lust in their eyes.
Including Raj, there were six East Indian men in total, three of them were younger, about 18-20 years old, wearing a kind of mini turban and the other two and Raj were much older, in their 60's or even 70's. The older guys all had full white beards and wore tattered clothes, the younger guys wore more modern clothing and looked much cleaner.
I was curious and asked Raj who the guys were and why there was such an age gap. He told me they all belong to the same temple and they younger guys come here every few days to make sure they are OK and bring them food or clothes, or help them get around to where they need to go. He also said the young guys can all speak English too, but the other two older guys couldn't so they help them translate if need be.
Suddenly the oldest looking guy of the group spoke up and muttered something in East Indian. He looked to be about 75 years old, short, very skinny, patent white beard and long moustache with a purple faded turban. He also had a cane lying beside where he was hunched over.
Raj replied back to him in East Indian and then looked at Elle saying, "Kulbir says you should not be here as a woman, unless you are here to do a woman's role, but don't worry. I have already told him how you already pleased me today, so you have done your duties."
Elle looked at me, smiled, then looked at her watch noticing it was now 12:20 a.m. and said, "Tell Kulbir that was yesterday, so I guess I haven't done my role as a woman yet today."
Wow, what have I done? Before last night, I would have loved to see Elle so slutty and eager to please these pathetic slobs, but I was starting to reconsider. I guess you have to be careful what you wish for.
Raj quickly translated her comments back to Kulbir and all of the Indian men began to smile and speak to each other in Indian. Kulbir looked at the three younger men, said something to them in East Indian and they quickly left together. Now it was Me, Elle, and the three old East Indian guys. Luckily Raj was still here to translate anything that needed to be said. The area was now very quiet and dark with no one around and all the stores had closed, just a dim light from the alley which was next to the small park where they had been sitting.
