Moving on, later that night, Novi and I joined the boys, (Naim, Sunny and Jeff) to do the improbable- Visiting the gay club for some hardcore, mind-blowing, breasts-grabbing, butt-slapping fun. And the latter was a definite must I tell ya. Heh.
Novi and I didn’t even have to worry that we were all too crazy and dandy. We couldn’t be bothered with the rules of decorum regarding the display of our slut acts because these English gay boys were not the slightest bit interested in us. Nevertheless, they enjoyed our company albeit. Enlightening to see them ogling at our males counterparts hey. Haha… No fair, for seriously, between you and me, some of them men there were altogether too cute and pretty.
We partied hard, we drank hard too. In all, our male colleagues forked out a total of S$500 just for the five of us. And yea, all Novi and I had to do was be ourselves. How hard could that be right? Hell yeahhhh….
Who’s complaining when I didn’t have to queue to pee and the Ladies had an array of perfumes, hairspray etc to use should there need be. How thoughtful! And the ‘Toilet Lady’ would immediately pass you a paper hand towel after you wash your hands. Apropos but unnecessary. Ho well…..
By the by, we made a lot of friends and I must say tons of secrets were revealed. One of them being:
“My boyfriend’s at home sleeping and he doesn’t know that I’m here…”
Tsk tsk. See? And here I thought only we girls suffer. Who’s to deny the fact that even the guys get cheated on…. by their own species mind you! Taboo taboo. Mother Nature’s children at play.
A boo-boo from heaven.
All in all, my trip to London was memorable and fun was at its best. With gerek kakis, I am a true born sinner.
cinta
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