Smokes lingered on my clothes and hair as I reached home on a Wednesday evening. Making this trip an exception was because of my colleague's bday celebration. Not my first time to a nightclub so I knew this was something I will not enjoy. To me, it was strangely packed from e first floor to the second. Women walked into our room and sat next to the guys. Mixing the drinks, smoothing their hands everywhere on their skin, receiving the tip, going out, sit with other guests and then back again. Or even being taken out to a nearby hotel for an hr or 2. Selling the physical intimacy. It was a place where women were used as an entertainment tool. I didn't like it. I left early, not wanting to spoil a married man's nightout.
Breaking the chains that bind me.
No comments:
Post a Comment