the chuckle became a laugh at the words and in his mirth he could offer no snide remarks, happily he got in and directed the driver to find them food

His life as of late seemed to revolve around drag, sex and food. This place while simplifying his life seem to epitomize it. He watched the swirl of cross dressing belly dancers moving across the windows. The place reeked of Indian spice. Galvin was instantly lured by the smell alone. They were lead to a plushly decorated low lit table and served by a waiter/dancer, whom offered them many of Kamasuitras delights and even to teach them a forbidden dance or two.

driver was two-for-two tonight. the skintight flesh-tone unitards almost did not matter for the gyrating efforts of the entertainment and he felt his eyes gravitated to a pair to the side of the room posing against equally erotic statuary

Galvin watched as Ambrosia's eyes drifted from one erotic sight to the other. He flagged down their dancer and began to order for the two since Ambrosia's mouth was not functioning. He felt happy when the man left with their orders, and another person brought them complementary chai tea and Nann. He twisted the bread into little chucks savoring his first taste of food in a while.

there was something beautiful about the two and standing from his seat he crossed the room to talk to the dancers

Many small bowls of food were sat in front of Galvin, and he let himself indulge as he watched the dancers hypnotic movements around him. His eyes were able to follow the movements easy enough and when his dancer returned he abandoned his meal in favor of fully learning how to do it properly.

the boy spoke no language in kind with him but the girl spoke enough backwater french that he was able to get his message across and with a wink and passing of bills left her to finish her shift. he wondered as he walked back to the table with a grin if she minded large notes

He watched from the side of his vision as the man flirted with the young girl. Galvin turned his attention back t mastering the dance. He realized that the man could not give up variety even when he was in France. It also dawned on him that this was how Cirro and Eva must have felt. He would let the man have his cake and eat it too, it seems he was spoiled and used to it. He continued to dance with the other magnificent bodies, forgetting that he was not employed to do so. It had been a long time since he could simply feel the rhythm for himself.

in the time he spent waiting for pyce he managed to eat a little of the meal set aside for him but it was growing cold and not so appealing to begin with. it did give him time however to figure out what to do with pyce

He walked back to the to table and bounced along the pillows. The other calmly leaned forward and tactlessly told him of his plans with the girl and how there was no emotional attachment expected. Galvin was a little shocked to hear the blunt words. A smirk crossed his lips as he laughed,.“Dick, you have my cell phone number.” He did not see the other as he responded. *and if i called from anywhere for no reason at all?" Silently, Galvin slipped his cell phone from his boot. “I will answer.” The man seemed to return "then go the fuck away galvin pyce, i want to get laid tonight" With that blessing Galvin slipped from the table in order to find more dance partners.

she was busy for another twenty minutes but when the lithe body passed by his table he was still ready and leaving his card for pyce to pay for the food he followed her into a back room to show him his own personal page

Gavlin made his way back to the table and when he returned he saw a receipt and Ambrosia's card. He slipped the piece of plastic into his safe spot, disappearing to rejoin the others. They had promised him a good time at one of Brest, best night clubs. Fruity cock tails and booty shaking were two things he could not pass up.

he was pleased as pie but he was certain to be sore come morning. her contortions were more impressive in the quiet back rooms umong the boas and glitter than what was on show but more even than he would credit pyce with being able to manage. not bothering to hide his grin he dug the man's phone out of a pocket and called

He slid out of the sweaty throng of wild erratically gyrating bodies and found himself in the long dark walk way leading to the private rooms. He finished the phone out of his boots surprised that the man actually called. “Adrian has the address when you are ready. He also has your card.” He spoke more breathlessly then he intended, smiling at the man that was offering him a drink.

pyce certainly had a knack for finding holes in the wall and as he entered in through the small door and was enveloped by loud music and strange bodies he looked for the phone again to shorten this game of marcopolo

As Galvin ready himself to answer his phone, his wrist was captured by whom he considered the bread, of his little flesh sandwich. The man leaned forward dipping his ear into Galvins receiver while another one from behind took liberties squishing their bodies together, and letting her hands roam around the front of Galvins slacks. After mere moments the man knocked Galvin away creating a wave among the bodies. He told him to go by the bar, as he squirmed to find another dance partner. He took his leave licking his lips at an excuse to get yet another cocktail.