The Freak Show
I was eating my lunch in the car park one day - which I did most days - when all of a sudden, Shae appeared. Naked under a teeny tiny towel. “MARIAH! oh my god, thank god I found you. I have a question” “Shoot” my mouth was half full of my glorious ham and cheese sanga. “Do you need to pee, like right now? Or even very soon?” I managed to swallow my food and clear my throat though I still felt like I may choke.
“Ummmm... not right now.” “Oh Alan* is here”. Alan was a relatively successful businessman who had excessive amounts of money to spend. He liked the finer things in life.... like drinking out of a bucket full of urine and being kicked in the balls by women wearing stilettos. They are just two examples of those “finer” things. Of course, Alan was married and he justified doing all this because “my wife wouldn’t understand”. I managed to peel myself off the ground of the car park after my seedy lunch break. I walked back inside to find Alan naked on all fours just inside the doorway. The collar around his neck was so tight that his face was blue. The lead was being yanked on by about 5 different girls all wanting one thing - his money. Shae walked out of the bathroom with a literal bucket full of urine, giggling uncontrollably. “Do you want this all over you, Alan?” She asked.
I, at this point, was completely repulsed by the smell so I aimed for the office door. “Nah, Mariah, come back.... grab the pool over there”. Shae was referring to the pool that was used in the live sex shows. To give you an idea - picture a blow up pool, two or four naked ladies and lots and lots of bubbles. I hesitated but as I did regularly, I rolled my eyes and just did it. Alan was dragged into the empty pool, in front of half a dozen other customers, and he was promptly saturated in about 20 different women’s urine. You would think this was possibly the most repulsive thing to witness as a customer but no. An Asian man, who at this point looked like a horny stunned mullet, shuffled over to me at the reception desk. “Excuse me.... how much for them to do that to me?” He asked. “Good question. Why don’t you go over and ask them?” This was my way of having zero to do with the situation. He quickly darted over to Shae who let out a roar of laughter. Next thing I knew, Mr Wong was butt naked and dipping his feet into the pool along side ol’ mate Alan. I couldn’t help but laugh. You’d think at this stage, this was about as far as it was going to go. Haha, you are wrong! The girls decided to do an impromptu sex show. I didn’t question them. They’re the hustlers and the hornier men get, the more money the business (and the girls!) make. Generally the girls will get their gear off and dance around like sexy fairies for a while, lez out with each other and then that’ll be it. This turned out to be different. Shae, being our resident “dominatrix”, decided the sex show wouldn’t be amoungst the girls but rather the men. That’s right. I was about to witness some hardcore gay porn. Possibly. In fact, I wasn’t sure what was about to happen. I made an assumption and I was right. Before I could mumble “sweet mother of Jesus”, Ol mate Al and Mr Wong were making out like a pair of school girls. It’s amazing what an erection will make you do. I was mesmerised. Not in a good way either. It’s like when you drive past a car accident but YOU JUST CANT STOP LOOKING. I was totally used to seeing the girls throw a dildo or two into each other but this just on another level. A level that even now I shudder at the thought of.
While almost in a trance, I somehow heard the doorbell ring so I turned around to check the monitors. It was the big boss man, Jimbo.
"Whats going on in here?"
"Jim.... Don't even ask...." I replied, kind of nervously. "This joint is a fucking freak show."
We decided to remain within the depths of the reception office, safely behind the bullet proof glass.