The most action I’ve had in 20 months was with a topless barman at my cousin’s tropical themed hen’s party. Oh sure there were plenty of offers in Bali. All the fuckboys. All the come back to the villa guys. Till I got smarter. And knew.
Amanda & I went early to the hen’s party, ten years older than the rest, we thought we’d skip the entertainment and just be there for the send-off. But no, there were games. This one we had to stick a band aid on this muscular man, the newby, embarrassed. I thought to stick mine on the hair of his upper thigh but instead chose just above his hip bone.
Phase two, we had to take it off with our teeth. One had stuck it on his penis. She didn’t use her teeth. I did. Slowly. The second last. No laughing. Lips to hip. Later when I asked him in the kitchen, he said he’d recently joined up after farming for years. Showed me his Instagram and said he was working at the Voodoo Lounge, later. Stripping. I didn’t think much of it at the time. Now I do.
