What's a Pregnant Woman Doing in a Place Like That?
So I went back to the Palmyra and the bellydancers last night. This time I was escorting Farzina and her friend, Amrita, who was especially interested in the seedy establishment and all it had to offer.
If you recall the last time I went, we weren't too impressed with the show. The women seemed generally uninterested in shaking more than what they were getting paid for, while the men failed to cough up the big bucks. Last night was different. Last night involved some serious cash. Last night we witnessed a good bellydancer. Last night...I was being serviced.
The normal procedure for a rich Arab, or any Arab for that matter, at Palmyra is to sit, enjoy the show, and be paid attention to by one of the "hostesses." These are the women that don't bellydance, but just flirt with the guys and get them to empty their wallets. Success is generally imminent, as was seen last night.
I was the only foreign guy there, but I certainly wasn't expecting to get any "attention." We all like attention, but I'm not sure this is the kind I was interested in. My concern began when a woman came over to talk to Farzina and Amrita. It looked as though she wanted to get them up on stage. Needless to say, that didn't go over well. Minutes later, she was giving me a lap dance. Oh, did I mention she was pregnant?
She was also fully covered, except for the head. It was so surreal. After a minute or so, she turned and started demanding that I pay her. I was like, "Later, I don't have any change." This provoked her to start strangling me, albeit in a playful way, and grabbing my hair. She kept coming back every so often to ask for money and yell at me.
On stage, the bellydancer was impressive. This woman had serious cheek control. Both the girls and I were in awe over it. Then I see one of the rich guys sitting buy the stage give 200 LE to the guy singing. A short while later, two stacks of crisp 5 LE notes arrives. So the man takes the stack, calls the woman over, and proceeds to slather her in the money. He dealt the bills like cards onto her chest, while she shook vigorously. It was fascinating.
The next woman that came on wasn't nearly as good, but she also got a stack of money. Instead of having a shower with it, she took it on stage and started throwing it up in the air. For the first time, I can honestly say it was raining money.
Before leaving, I gave the "hostess" 5 LE. She laughed and put on a display to show how cheap I was. I just hope the baby makes it.