Borivali FR - You get what you ask for!
Was in Borivali on an official visit and after wrapping up work, decided to roam around for a while & have some snacks/lunch (whatever you call it at 4 PM) before heading home. The weather and the fact that I had been off drinking for a while made me favor a bar over a "Veg only" restaurant and there I was, settling down with a Budweiser in a normal bar with no plans of mongering, especially in a place like Borivali where one hardly gets any action (as per my earlier visits way back during the start of my mongering career). But our brains, ahh, they work in very surprising ways, triggering desires at the very moment when they sense just a hint of weakness...
As many of you might be aware, our brain stores memories by associating them to a particular feeling or a sensation and the moment those sensations/feelings are repeated, it triggers the response that you had earlier provided which led to creation of those memories... And hence, we face situations where one might end up associating monsoon with one's exes cos of the romantic long drives taken or even just a whiff of perfume brings back memories of you fucking that one lady somewhere, sometime and all you can think of is repeating the same experience just for the sake of it!!
For mongers (especially me) - it is the songs that trigger memories of my recent DB visits and when Saaki Saaki blared on the vintage TV of the bar, I knew the song was going to prove a hell lot costlier than the original Bud and Paneer Tikka! While gobbling up the delicious tikka, weighed my options - it was either travelling all the way to Dahisar Check Naka or compromising on the fun by choosing Borivali bars - the lazy, tired me won over and Borivali it was...
Despite knowing it was too early to get the action started, dragged my feet to the first stop of the day - Green Park - and headed straight to the first floor... The place was brightly lit and filled with 15 to 20 odd ladies, in various sizes, shapes and dresses with only 3 tables occupied by what looked like tourists... One noticeable thing about Borivali and Dahisar bars is that the ladies double up as waiters as well and serve you drinks while they try to seduce you - sitting together is ofcourse a no-no but a Rs. 50 tip allows you to grab/squeeze/spank butts depending on the rapport that you develop with the ladies...
Relics of the golden era gone past were on display as milfs in their late 30s and early 40s made their way in and out of the dressing room, most of them not giving a dime about putting on some make-up to appear appealing and hence the ones who had ut in some efforts easily captured eyeballs and were being tipped in 20s by the "tourists"... played the waiting game for a while, hoping for a miracle but lost patience after 1 beer and began flirting with a tall slim milf in her late 20s (probably the youngest of the lot).. What caught my fancy was her choice of clothing - I am sure she would have been complimented a thousand times on the massive rack that she balanced on such a slim waist - and she proudly showed it off, adjusting her one-piece a little lower every time I tipped her a 50....
The DJ, a diehard Kumar Sanu fan, continued to torture us with hideous lip syncing and attempts at dancing before an old gentleman (70+ if you focused on the years, 25ish if you focused on the fun that he proceeded to have) walked in... From the way, the waiters, managers and the DJ rushed to greet him, i jogged my memory to figure out if he was a celebrity of some kind! And the moment he settled, we were transported from the melodious (but cheesy) 90s to the groovy and happening present!
And as if taunting me for calling this place a museum a thousand times over in my head while struggling to finish my beer, in walked a gorgeously stunning and insanely mesmerising beauty in a radiant red ghaghra choli - striking me like a bolt of lightening striking a stranded ship right in the middle of no-fucking-where! Without even caring to glance at the "peasants" occupying the other tables, she headed straight to the "king"s throne, my eyes following her and her golden (ofcourse dyed) smooth curls that extended long enough to cover her ass as well... To my surprise, she bowed down in reverence to the gentleman(or was it to simply provide a sneak peak of those perfectly shaped cutiepies - only the gentleman knows) before moving away and teasing him, moving her hair away to give a glimpse of her hourglass figure ending in a curvy waist adorned by the tattoo of an angel and her wings (well, this seems like the most popular choice of tattoo for these girls)...
For the next hour or so, nothing else existed in my universe as I shamelessly ogled at her dance for the gentleman, gyrating to Taki Taki followed by some insane hair slapping moves to Manali Trance, moving on to some booty shaking to Bom Diggy, almost breaking the floor to Aisa jadoo Dala Re (fuck, she was bewitching) and upping the show with a sensuous performance on Humara Haal hum Kya Bataye!
I was awakened from my dream by the manager reminding me that I was almost done with my 2nd beer and if I would like to order more to which I gladly replied in affirmative before letting her grab my attention once again by both my balls as she switched gears to Arabic music and began dancing to Jamil jamil, ohh ohh and to my pleasure, Ya habibi!! I could not convince myself to let my eyes wander off her and get my milf to dance so I continued to watch her, like the younger kids who wait for their turn on Playstation while their elder siblings are having a time of their life - desperately hoping that parents would force the elder ones to study...
With the mood set for the evening, I waited for 15 odd minutes, finishing my beer as the seductress continued to milk the gentleman who probably mistook 20s for rose petals as he continued to shower her - the climax ( at least for me before I headed out) being her teasing the lucky guy with her feet while she perched herself on the table, her legs roaming over the guy's white kurta in sync to "Raat Ka Nasha abhi" while he watched her without a single expression on his face!
Realizing I would have to wait for a lifetime to get my turn at the playstation, settled the bill and headed to Club69 to find myself another playstation with a lesson well learnt - no matter where you are, you always get what you ask for!
Eager to implement the lesson learnt, entered Club69 (after proving my worth to the doorkeepers with tips and references of a dozen more bars on the western line)!
More on Club69 to follow!
Ps - this was almost a week back.