"How are you please?" The man asked.
“You want bang-bang?” The graphic gestures he made with his hands left no illusions as to what he meant. Superfly had been walking along the promenade that encircles the Shalimar Gardens and the man had startled him by suddenly jumping out of some bushes where he’d been hiding.
“She very nice. Good bang-bang. Good fucking. You come with me" He said this with the emotion of someone hawking razor blades. "She big” he said drawing imaginary curves and breasts with his fingers.
“Maybe you want little huh? I have little. Thirteen years old. Nice. You want boy?” Superfly continued ignoring him. “Maybe you like Janwar?”
“Janwar?”
“Yes Janwar! Eee-hoo – Eee-hoo- Eee-hoo” the man was now impersonating a donkey “Maybe you like puk-puk-pakaaaah! – puk-puk-pakaaaah!” Superfly had never seen donkeys or chickens before but he knew that animal sex was definitely out of the question. The Guide did have some standards.
The night was not total; the moon was out and the stars were flecking the firmament like a billion fireflies stuck to it with glue, but the glare of the lamps, bulbs and the fluorescent tubes made the night seem darker; especially down the gulley's. One minute the pupils constricted to adjust to the glare and then the next, when you passed into a light less gully, they dilated to let in more light, but not quick enough so you found yourself stumbling – seeing with your feet. The fact that the Superfly was wearing those perennial sunglasses didn't help matters either.
Superfly had decided to start with the Whore Houses. Yes, he was stranded on earth but he had a job to do, and he’d think about escape later once he'd done his work. He always enjoyed this part of the research: the Whore Houses or Houses of Pleasure as you might want to call them. It wasn’t the sex. The sex was secondary. There is always something ancient and primeval about Whore Houses. It was a business transaction and that gave it a sheen of formality; 'Pay and Pleasure', but there was nothing formal about the act itself. Sex, for most sentient beings throughout the Galaxy, is the most inflammable and intimate experience of the life condition. And it's the same everywhere. It is raw primeval unadulterated animal sex – the violence of it; yes it is violent. You are thrusting yourself into another person and it hurts. But with the pain comes the pleasure.
For example on the planet of 'Wambang',as part of the mating ritual, the female is tied up and repeatedly beaten by the male with wooden sticks in a show of domination before consummation begins - all this in public. In affect the male is saying: hands off she's mine. Flesh becomes property.
On the planet of 'Gaggeengforeet' newly married couples abstain from sex for five whole years: the aim being to build up a torrent of desire. Couples that make it this far (if they haven't already separated from bickering) are usually found the next morning in the Accident & Emergency Department of the local hospital; because of injuries sustained from the nights rigorous love making.
On the binary worlds of 'Sodom', due to a cruel act of genetics, the male population outnumbers females 10,000:1. Realistically therefore, the average male has little chance of securing a female, so tends to spend his time writing angst-ridden poetry and beautiful piano ballads titled 'everything i do is the fault of you'. Every week great bloody Gladiatorial fight-to-the-death tournaments are held where two highly strung males, compete in life and death, for the right to spend a night (a night!) with a female. The fight is brutal. The fight is bloody. The fight is merciless. And the victor so badly wounded and knackered that he can do nothing but rest his wounds with his 'prize' that night.
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A child witnessing two beings having sex would certainly begin to cry; and this testifies to its violence. But with the violence is forged a stronger bond. The violence breaks down barriers (you are naked before the person; all visible – wrinkles, spots, blemishes, flab- there’s nothing left to hide). With that then comes trust and eventually emotional dependence and love. You’ve heard of instances where a prisoner falls in love with the imprisoner. The prisoner has been violated. Her freedom has been taken away from her. She has been raped yet through this act; the barriers, the physical barriers that separate us (our bodies – we all have our separate bodies) fade. The boundary lines that separate us as distinct physical entities fade, so you (this might sound like a cliché) become ‘one’. The successes of one partner become the successes of the other. The trials and tribulations of one the trials of the other. But where was I! Yes we were talking about Whore Houses.
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Superfly walked into one of the whore houses following the girl that had snagged him in her claws. She was luring him in; leading him into her chamber. Her chamber of pleasures. Her boudoir of horrors. He was looking forward to this encounter. Her name was 'Rani', no doubt an assumed name, and she was young, 23 she said. "I will dance for you first" she had whispered roguishly into his ear. And this is what had sold him to her.
To be continued...
