Dubai Part 7 – Last Minute Indian Pakistani Night
I was never attracted to Indian girls, except for a short fling I had when I was young. After that I was never interested again. Fast forward to a week or two before the trip and I realized, there are some Indian working girls to be found in Dubai, not a lot but there are some. I don’t really find Indian girls attractive, but there are few that I find cute. Skinny girls with big round cheek bones and long hair.
Indian girls aren’t the mainstream working girls in Dubai and there are relatively few in the clubs and massage parlors. Even though there is a lot of economic hardship in India, it seems that very few working girls make it outside of India, probably due to numerous visa restrictions.
Time is of the Essence
My time in Dubai started to wind down and finally on the morning on the last day, I thought, I have a chance to pick up an Indian girl. Maybe I’ll find a Bollywood girl? Or one of those cute girls I see every once a while. Who knows, but I think this is my best and possibly my only chance. Since I would be busy most of the day and not return to my hotel until 8 or 9 pm at night, I would have little time to research.
There wasn’t much reliable info about the Indian scene, but after returning from Dubai and writing this, I will distill it for you. There are at least three places in Dubai with “Mirchi” in its name. “It’s Mirchi” in the Ramee Royal Hotel in Al Karama is the one you want. During the day and evening it’s a restaurant. After 10 or 11 pm, it turns into a disco club. The place is an Indian and Pakistani pickup joint. Initially I thought it was an Indian dominated place but after visiting I’m not so sure. The Pakistani influence might be a lot stronger than I thought. Despite that, my biggest concern was whether or not they would be welcoming to a non Indian, non Pakistani like me.
Arriving late at 2:15 am, I could already see talent leaving through the hotel lobby. I followed the noise up to the second floor and found myself at the door of It’s Mirchi. I paid 100 AED ($27 USD) to the Filipina hostess and the doorman let me in.
Inside was really happening. Indian dance music blared and it was quite good. People drank, laughed, smoked and danced all over. At this point I wasn’t sure who was talent and who was not. Some people looked like just regular party goers. Some guys were definitely punters and some girls were definitely working. What was apparent, I and this other Western guy were the only non Indian/Pakistani out of hundreds of people. I did a couple rounds soaking up the scene and seeing if I would get any looks or responses. None. Was there really very few working girls or was it because I’m not the right type?
Settling at the bar, I ordered a drink and eyed two petite spinners directly across. One girl was dark skinned girl in tight jeans, blouse and ponytail. The other a light skinned girl also in jeans and had a particular nose. I liked them both. I eyed them but had no response. I hung for a while to see if they would respond and when they didn’t I did another walk around the club. No responses from anyone. Returning, I parked myself next to the two girls and still no response. I would smile and I only got as far as a small smile in return before turning away. The light skin girl played with her phone and I even tried playing around with her. Her phone wallpaper was a sad pouty picture of herself. I pointed to her phone, “Is that you? Why do you look sad?”. No response, just a few smiles. Next to the girls was a man which I was sure was their pimp. If a customer shows interest in his girls and it’s just money and it’s so near to closing time, wouldn’t he be desperate to sell his goods? The pimp did not respond to my advances on his girls. Am I the wrong color of customer? I’ve never been rejected even in Brazil, Germany, xenophobic Japan and even in Korea where they protect their girls from foreigners.
I did yet *another* walk through the club and I was not getting approached at all. I parked myself back at the bar again. Finally, a chubby girl smiles at me and eyes me. I wander a few steps over and she talks to me, but I was not interested in her. A couple mins later another chubby girl tries to get my attention.
I made a few words with her but I was even less interested in her. With the club about to close in 20 mins this evening on my very last day was starting to look like a bust.
An Indian bro chatted me up at the bar. He was my hero, my guiding light, whatever euphemism you want to use. Turns out he used to live in Hong Kong and knew the Wanchai scene very well. We talked and he showed me the ropes. “All the girls are for hire” but I took that with a grain of salt. They don’t respond because they don’t speak English or they already have a customer. Now it started to make a little more sense. He also advised to just “grab a girl” if you’re interested. Just grab her? Are we talking Grace Jones in Conan the Destroyer grab her? And just like that he went and grabbed a passing girl… but she was already taken.
Indian Bro offered to talk to the girls and translate for me. His first sight was the chubby girl. I explained that I declined her already. I pointed over to a table with a few girls that had beer and hookah were dancing. I said they look like partying girls, but he said, no they are for hire. I was interested in the girl with the yellow dress. Indian Bro walked over and within seconds the yellow dress girl came over to me.
The yellow dress girl was Pakistani and could only muster very simple English so it all made sense and several moments later, Indian Bro returned with her Madam, a thick 30 year old in heels and a silver bluish glittery dress.
I asked if these were all her girls and she said yes. We quickly got down to business. What was I looking for? How long? Where was I staying? The price was 800 AED ($220 USD). To this price I balked and just went about my ways.
The music was still pumping but the lights had come on. A quick glance revealed it was 10 minutes until closing. Another one of her girls came by. She was tall, medium build, long face, light skin… I had a few words with her and I decided she was of no interest to me. By now the people started to pour out. I glanced and saw Madam and yellow dress girl starting to walk out.
I thanked the Indian bro and pursued the duo. While walking out of the club and then down the stairs, I negotiated, but it went nowhere in my favor. They we’re ready to call the night unless she got 800 AED immediately. With that my wallet opened and the money was handed to the Madam in the hotel lobby. A random hotel security guy patted me a congratulations when he saw the transaction. With money exchanged, the yellow dress girl was mines for the next few hours and with that we left for my hotel.
To be continued…
by Mr. Q