“Of course, you do! Try it out yourself if you don’t believe me,” he said. Back home if you combine these elements on a regular night, there is no getting away from rape and murder in usually the same or opposite order. That might have been a great concept theoretically but did that work equally well in practical life? “Do I still have choice to say “no” if I’m inside a sex club, naked and drunk?” I asked intrigued. A week ago we were walking through a park and he had said, “no one can force you to do anything here… Germany is the land of choice!” I flashback to the reason why we decided to visit this place. What happens if Travis decides to swing and leaves me alone here? The girl’s dopey boyfriend touches his own pecs in nervousness. I look fondly at Travis and wonder if I could ever convince an honourable Pakistani husband/boyfriend/lover to take me to a swinger club. I love how boldly she shows her interest fo r a man while sitting in the lap of another. “This is so strange, and cool,” she says eying Travis from top to bottom and admitting that it was her first time here. We make ourselves comfortable on a couch opposite them and hope that they notice us enough to become our interview subjects but not enough to want to “swing” with us. But they’ve definitely been here long enough to look more settled in than us. Her hair’s wet from the shower or the sweaty sex, I can’t say.
We find some action in the main room where the barmaid serves drinks to a young German couple drunkenly making out. It’s too early for swinging it seems because all the rooms here are empty. I whack him with the towel, trying to make him take my project seriously. Travis pretends to do a sexy pole dance for me when the barmaid looks away. The eeriness is broken by porn – lots and lots of porn – playing on every screen in the establishment. Ironic that a sex club here is quieter and cleaner than a public bus in Karachi. Of course, there are also places to be hung or chained while you are whipped, paddled, feathered or licked.Įverything here is eerily quiet and clean. I spot swinging leather beds facing mirrors, gynecology examination chairs, sexy whirlpools, and steaming jacuzzis. “Want a tour of the place?” Travis and I, barefoot, roam around. He’s here to see how a traditional Pakistani girl reacts to one of the many common freedoms in Berlin… I think. Me to see what “swinging” and “sex clubs” entail in Germany. We don’t care for her rules though both of us are here for journalistic purposes. Our lack of complete nudity does not please the barmaid. Is this what body acceptance feels like? It’s a far cry from the black burkini I don in a women’s pool back home. It’s so liberating that I ignore my bloated vacation belly grown on this month-long trip. This is the first time I have ever been this naked in a public setting. I clumsily strip down to the cheap lingerie I bought a few hours ago when I found out I had to be nude for this experiment. In the changing room, he struggles with a tiny towel then gives up midway and stays in his boxers. He laughs as he takes the white towels and locker keys for us. I whisper to Travis, “you sure this is a swinger club? This is pretty much what all spas in Pakistan look like!” Wading through the darkness, I smell the heavy incense and bump up into Buddha statuettes sitting around. She’s probably sees many vanilla tourists like us. She leads us inside the club with boredom, and a dash of disappointment. She’s the barmaid here, a swinger club that apparently has had the longest, most colorful run in Berlin. A woman who sounds like she gargles broken beer bottles opens the door in her negligee. It may be my last – but I try not to think about that.Īs we wait in silence for the door to unlock, I try my best to stifle a high-pitched squiggle (squeal+giggle). I’m an exotic thirty-two year old Pakistani journalist ready for her first sexual adventure. Back home in Karachi, I’m only used to prospective mothers-in-law coming into my drawing room, staring at me as I serve them tea and rejecting me for being too Kaali (dark-skinned) or budhie (old) for their sons.īut standing here outside Zwanglos, I don’t feel expired and unsuitable. I can’t get over how easy and fun it is to have my pick of men here in Europe. Next to me is Travis – a gorgeous German editor I picked up on Tinder a few weeks back. It’s past 11pm and I’m standing in the cold outside one of the most unremarkable buildings in West Berlin: Zwanglos.
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