Have you ever had one of those nights out where it begins so innocently and then somehow digresses into something totally unexpected and you find yourself thinking, ‘what the fuck?’ the next morning. Well that’s the kind of night I had last night.
It began with me and my friend attending another friend’s bbq/leaving party. After a couple of hours we all relocated to a bar across the street for drinks and more socialising. We were only meant to be there an hour or so before making our way to the club but as you’ve probably guessed we never made it to the club. At about 3am one of the guys we were with pulls up in a mini-van and tells us all to get in. Turns out they had organised a little surprise for the guy who was leaving. They dragged him into the van and refused to disclose where we were going. It wasn’t until we were in the van and travelling further away from the city and into the outskirts of Seville that they told us we were on our way to a strip club. It was at that point that I realised the night would be one to remember.
While driving, the boys were screaming, “putas, putas, putas”, (prostitute in Spanish); the atmosphere was so contagious that I found myself joining in. We eventually arrived at the strip club; the bouncer warned me and my friend to stay close to the guys we were with, otherwise the other men inside would think we were ‘working’. Now, I’m no expert on these things, but the fact that we only had to pay 10 euros to enter sent alarm bells ringing in my head. This was not going to be the classy strip club I was expecting.
I was right. Upon entering I walked straight into a pair of breast, quite literally. The room was filled with women, they weren’t beautiful with gorgeous physiques like I’d imagined, most of them were wearing next to nothing, struggling to keep their asses from falling out of their panties. One woman simply had a few patches covering her nipples and vagina. It was like a free-for all; every ‘puta’ for themselves. I’d never felt so overdressed in my life.
As we walked to the bar, the prostitutes stared us down, watching us as if we were vultures coming to nab their pieces of meat. I guess the fact that we were surrounded by the ten guys we’d came with didn’t help. It was entertaining watching the girls at work. The majority pranced up and down approaching the men in the hope of securing one for the night. The ironic thing was that the men were more interested in me and my friend than them. We had to refuse a few prepositions; a lot of those being for a threesome. It just goes to show to that if the women had left a little more to be desired and maybe wore a little more, they probably wouldn’t have had to work so hard to get the attention of the men. That said, a lot of them had caked make up on their faces to try and appear younger/attractive so I don’t blame the men for not approaching them.
The funniest moment of the night would have to be when two of the guys we were with paid 120 euros to have a private session with two hookers, only to return twenty minutes later having not been able to ‘get it up’ – we’ve teased them ever since.
In all I was surprised at the fun I ended up having, it was definitely a unique experience. I would definitely do it again but this time at a more highbrow, legit place rather than a run-down club/brothel. Stay tuned for similar stories as I continue to explore new experiences during my time here in Seville.