India diary, day 2: GB ROAD
DAY TWO.
I slept till midday which was an impressive achievement given the constant beeping of horns outside. I've been in some noisy cities in Asia (Manila and Hanoi spring to mind) but nothing comes close to Delhi.
I had a few chores I needed to take care of today. Firstly I needed to exchange some currency in to rupees. I'm staying in the Arya Nagar area, so I wandered around the busy streets, tall hotels towering above, looking for a bank. Young boys played cricket in alleys and colourful washing hung overhead. On three separate occasions an Indian man walked alongside me and said "Hello, my friend". All three tried to point me in the direction of an "official tourist information office" but it had scam written all over it so I declined. I have very white skin so always have that fresh-off-the-plane look that scamsters are drawn to. I gave up walking around and took a rickshaw to Connaught Place instead. It's a very colonial slice of Indian life, where I soon found the bank I was looking for, to give me the rupees I needed.
I ate lunch at Q'Ba and afterwards found an internet caf where I booked a train ticket to Agra for the day after tomorrow. I also booked myself a hotel on Agoda. These simple tasks took nearly four hours.
I got back to my hotel and as I cooled down under the ceiling fan in my room, I opened WhatsApp and sent a message to Rose, the pretty half Indian, half Russian Muslim freelancer. A few minutes later I got a voice message reply. "Where you stay?" a sexy Russian voice asked. Freelancers are always keen to know where you are staying to help them gauge how lucrative a client you might be. I was staying in a shoddy mid-range hotel in a shoddy part of town, hardly likely to impress. The conversation to-ed and fro-ed and I established that one hour with her would cost 6000 rupees, a hefty price for pay-for-play in Asia. She was an attractive girl but it was more than I was prepared to pay. Maybe when I return to Delhi later in my trip, I could book a nicer hotel and treat myself to an hour or two with her.
Tonight I would go to GB Road instead (Garstin Baston Road). As much as I love gogo bars and massage parlors, sometimes you can't beat some bargain basement banging! On previous trips I've found the sleazy brothels of Jakarta and Cebu some of my most memorable experiences. I love rubbing shoulders with the locals and often gems can be found.
As ever when going local, I took precautions. I dressed modestly in combat pants and a T-shirt, as opposed to the usual long sleeved shirt and smart jeans I would wear to a gogo bar. I took just 500 rupees in my wallet but secretly hid another 1000 in a zipped pocket. I didn't take my phone or camera. I'd heard reports of GB Road being unsafe for foreigners so I wanted to be prepared.
One of the reasons I chose to stay in the Arya Nagar area is that it is walking distance from GB Road. Slightly north of New Delhi train station is a bridge that crosses over the tracks. This is DB Gupta Road. I crossed it and arrived at a busy junction surrounded by stalls. I turned first left on to GB Road and walked past Ajmeri Gate (a good landmark if you choose to take a rickshaw here).
The time was 7. 30 pm and I was ready to fuck my first girl of the trip.
On the right hand side of the road are the brothels, housed in five storey blocks. Just one minute walk up the road, amidst the electrical shops and men cooking chapatti on the pavement, were small groups of middle-aged women in saris, standing next to the doors. One grabbed my arm as I walked past but I smiled and politely shrugged away from her. As I walked along I peered through open doors, up the stairs, to see women waving down from the top. I'd heard that this stretch of road would be busy with pimps but only one young man asked "you want girl? ".
About five minutes later I arrived in front of 64 GB Road, apparently the best brothel on the street. There is a big sign above the entrance which says 'Mascot Machines' and opposite the entrance was a stall selling snacks. It was clearly popular as there was a stream of young Indian men walking in and out. I entered and joined the flow of customers.
At the bottom of the stairs were two rooms, which I had been instructed to ignore and go upstairs instead. I peered in as I walked past and saw half a dozen well-worn older women in each. A heavily made-up old dear in a colourful sari was standing in one of the doorways and said "Hello, baby". She was probably over 50 years old. I wondered how long she had been working on GB Road.
The stairs were crowded with young Indian men and at the top there were two doorways. I chose the one on the right. It was busier than I expected. Girls sat around the perimeter of the room, many chatting with customers, while a crowd of men lingered in the middle, weighing up the talent. There were probably 30 girls in total, most of whom were over 30 years old but there were some younger girls too. The talent levels were decent. Lots of average girls but a few pretty ones too. I was impressed. The girls wore long dresses or saris, making it a colourful scene. There wasn't much flesh on show like some brothels I have been to.
I was the only white person in there, so got lots of smiles. I saw one girl elbow the girl sat next to her and when they both looked over to me they giggled. Some of those standing up pinched my bum or grabbed my arm as I walked past. I don't think they are used to seeing foreigners.
I entered the other door on the first floor. The room was smaller but there was a doorway leading through to another room. Again there were probably about 30 girls. A pretty girl in a green sari smiled at me. She had long curly hair and I'd guess was early twenties. Another hottie was stood in the opposite corner. She was wearing a blue dress that clung to her curvy figure. The idea in these places is that if you see a girl you like, you sit down with her for a chat and then if you hit it off, you take her through to a short-time room. Although I would happily fuck both of these girls, I wanted to explore the whole building first.
I climbed the stairs to the floor above. There was a bottleneck at the top of the stairs, leading to a squash as people tried to jostle their way in and out of the rooms. I saw a sign which said 'Beware of pickpockets'. This place definitely isn't for anyone who is claustrophobic. Just like the first floor, the second floor had two rooms with about 30 girls in each. I saw a very pretty young girl standing in a doorway. I tried to make eye contact with her but she looked bored. Maybe she was tired after a busy night. I imagine pretty girls get through a lot of customers.
There were lots of young Indian men, most of whom smiled and said "Hello," to me. A white British man was clearly a novelty. I was warned that these brothels are unsafe for foreigners but everyone was friendly and I was made to feel very welcome. I remember a similar thing when I visited the Dolly brothels in Surabaya, Indonesia. People warned me beforehand that they were unsafe for foreigners but I didn't feel threatened at all and went with some fabulous girls. Don't flash the cash and respect the locals and these places are perfectly safe.
There was another floor above, again with two rooms. The crowds were thinner and the girls generally older. I saw a few with nice bodies, the kind of girl I'd happily fuck every week if they lived near me in England.
On each floor corridors led off to the cell-like rows of doors of the short-time rooms. Punters and girls lined up patiently waiting for their turn. Occasionally a door would open and a flustered looking girl would walk out with an Indian man behind her, mopping his brow. Ten minutes seemed to be the length of time for a short-time liaison. That's what you call 'short-time'!
There were stalls to buy fruit and snacks but I was hot and couldn't see anywhere to buy a drink. I descended both flights of stairs, left the building and bought a mango drink from a small stall on the street. I was loving my first experience of GB Road. It was cheap, sleazy and there were lots of girls. The quality was decent too. I'd seen about 150 girls and five or six were the kind of young, pretty girl I go for. These girls could easily tread the boards of one of the top gogo bars in Thailand.
I finished my drink and headed back inside. It was time to take a girl.
My first choice was the cute girl in the green sari that I'd seen on the 1st floor. She was still standing in the same place and smiled to me as I entered. I found a spare seat and beckoned for her to sit next to me. She was prettier up close with a jewel on her forehead and a nose ring. She had long curly hair and was probably early twenties. She was popular too. Three Indian men sat down the other side of her and she slapped them on the arm to make them go away! She hardly spoke English but that doesn't usually put me off in places like this. I got the impression that she wasn't looking for a customer though. There was no touching or flirting and she kept gesturing towards her friend, suggesting I should take her instead. Perhaps she'd already fucked five or six customers already and wanted a rest? I decided to find a different girl.
I climbed up to the 2nd floor which was the most crowded and seemed to have the prettiest girls. I scanned around and saw a small girl in the far corner, probably early twenties and smiling cutely in my direction. She had a pale-skinned ethnic look, possibly north Indian or with Chinese blood. She wore a pretty black dress and bright red lipstick. I walked over. We said "Hello," and she invited me to sit down next to her. She told me her name was Easy which was an easy name to remember. She was 25 years old which surprised me as she looked younger. She didn't speak much English but she seemed very keen and hugged up to my side. She was a definite contender.
Despite the fact I was clearly interested in Easy, an older girl stood in front of me. She was dressed in a conventional Western way with a low-cut T-shirt showing off an impressive pair of tits. She pushed my knees together, straddled me and then grinded on my lap, before pulling my face in to her tits. All this while another girl sat next to me, holding my hand! Some of these girls definitely aren't shy.
I decided to go with Easy. She was cute and flirty, which suggested good service. I squeezed her hand and said "we go to room?" and nodded towards the short-time rooms. She asked her big-boobed friend to act as translator in negotations. I believe the local price here is 300/400 rupees but as expected she aimed higher, asking for 1000 rupees. I never begrudge working girls trying to make as much money as they can and quite rightly she saw a foreigner as a good chance to make some extra cash. Good on her. We agreed on a price of 800 rupees (about 8 quid). I paid her and she said "wait here" and disappeared.
As I sat waiting, I spotted an absolutely stunning girl. It's amazing how often this happens in gogo bars, massage parlors or brothels, once you are committed to taking one girl, you spot the girl of your dreams! She had stereotypical Indian beauty with dark skin, long cury hair and big lips. She wore an elegant dress and had a slender figure with big tits. She was clearly popular and was surrounded by lots of drooling guys, trying to get her attention. These brothels definitely have some pretty girls hidden away. Maybe I could fuck her another time?
Easy came back and patted my pockets. "Phone? Camera?" she asked. Fortunately I hadn't bought them. I suspect in places like this they are more worried about government inspectors than the girls faces appearing online.
She took my hand and led me to a narrow corridor with four doors lined up like prison cells. We walked in to the last door on the right. The room contained little more than a single bed covered in a thin blanket. The walls were painted red. There was a narrow space at the side of the bed to pile clothes but I was put off by all of the condom wrappers and rubbish that lay discarded on the floor. This room must have a high turnaround of customers I thought, maybe 30 or 40 a night. It smelled sweaty. I love a bit of luxury like anyone else but sometimes you can't beat a bit of sleaze. I began to undress.
The only other item in the room was a electric ceiling fan, which lazily whirred above. The room was hot, almost like a sauna. She pulled her top over her head and knelt on the bed, wearing only a black bra and knickers. She caressed my dick and I fondled her small but perfectly formed tits. I lifted her bra and she had bullet-like nipples that got harder as I sucked them. I leaned in to kiss her but she angled her head away. Often girls in places like this won't kiss, they see it as one form of intimacy too much. Easy had so much lipstick on, perhaps she didn't want to reapply!
Suddenly she stopped caressing me and said "tip". I've never had a girl demand a tip before sex before. I told her that I would give her a tip later "if you make me smile" but she didn't understand. "Tip!" she demanded, this time caressing my dick and staring at me with big dark eyes. I said "later". If you tip a girl before you have sex, she won't have the incentive to perform.
I'd brought my own condom as those supplied in places like this can be small. She tore the wrapper, rolled the condom on to me and then lay back on the mattress and spread her legs. These are the moment I savour, kneeling over a pretty young thing I'd met less than ten minutes earlier, about to fuck her.
I slid in to her pussy and slowly grinded my hips in to hers. She lay back like a starfish, arms and legs spread, and stared vacantly at the ceiling as I pounded away. I wasn't expecting a girlfriend experience and I wasn't getting one! After a few minutes I leaned up and banged her harder (literally, the bed banged against the wall with each thrust). It was a nice sight, a pretty Indian girl on her back, long hair cascaded across the matress, bra pulled up and small tits trying their best to wobble. She groaned theatrically, like an experienced pro trying to coax an early finish. I like to savour every moment so slowed the tempo down again but she ordered "fast! Ten minutes!" Like a naughty schoolboy I did as I was told. Despite the ceiling fan, the room was very hot and my heart was nearly pounding out of my ribcage as I came to a shuddering climax.
Afterwards I sat under the ceiling fan to cool down and strangely she wasn't in a rush any more. She hugged up to me and looked pretty as a picture. I joked "we marry tomorrow?" and she laughed. I got changed before taking my wallet out. "Tip" I said and she looked at me expectantly. Although she had been a starfish and a clockwatcher, it's a tough life for these girls and I like to tip generously when I can. She was cute and affectionate and I appreciated her cuddling up to me at the end. Jokingly I passed her a 5 rupee coin and she punched me on the arm playfully. I gave her 200 rupees which she was delighted with. We left the short-time room and walked back in to the busy main room where there were lots of girls and lots of customers. She made a big thing of hugging me in front of everyone. I suspect she was showing off to the other girls she'd fucked her first foreigner.
I left the building and began to walk back to my hotel. Next block, I noticed lots of young Indian men walking in to 56 GB Road. I had just fucked a girl so wasn't looking for any more action (plus I hadn't bought enough money for a second fuck) but I decided to check it out for research purposes.
It had the same narrow corridors and steep steps as 64 GB Road, but this time there were no rooms on the ground floor. I climbed the steps, the walls tiled red and white which I approved of as a Manchester United fan. There were about 40 older hookers on the first floor, heavily made up and smiling. On the floor above I saw the usual mix of dusky dark girls with long curly hair and paler ethnic girls with sharper features. There were some pretty ones. The girls were more pushy than 64. One grabbed my arm with a vice-like grip and a curvy girl with an orange mark painted on her forehead, hugged me and wouldn't let me go.
Even better was the floor above. There were some real honeys but as I was admiring a gorgeous specimen standing near the doorway, all of the girls suddenly began rushing towards a door in the corner of the room. There was a sense of panic and customers ran quickly down the stairs. I followed them. I thought maybe there might be a fire which could be catastrophic in such a condensed space with so many people. I descended the three flights of stairs and was relieved to reach the pavement outside.
As I was walking away, three young Indian men told me that the everyone had left in such a rush because of "police raid". I didn't see any police inside the building or on the street outside, so I just assumed word had got out that police were in the neighbourhood. Perhaps they'd come to collect a bribe, like most corrupt police forces around Asia, or perhaps a few officers fancied a freebie? Either way, it soon cleared the building.
Despite the rushed exit, I was impressed by 56 GB Road. It was a similar size as 64 GB Road but there were more pretty girls. I would certainly pay it another visit.
I loved my first GB Road experience. It was cheap, seedy and exciting. I'd seen some fantastic girls and had my first fuck of the trip. Even though it was possibly the quickest 'quickie' I have ever had with no kissing and just one position, I loved the sleaziness.
A few things surprised me. Firstly, the size of the operations. In both 56 and 64 GB Road there were hundreds of girls. As a result there were plenty of pretty girls to be found. But mostly I was surprised at the atmosphere. I'd read negative reports online and most people warned me to be careful but I didn't have any problems at all. I was made to feel very welcome, both by the girls and the customers. I lost count of the number of smiles and handshakes I got from the Indian customers. I was treated like a long lost brother! GB Road isn't a dangerous place for foreigners at all.
It took ten minutes to walk back to my hotel, past Ajmeri Gate and over the bridge which spans the train tracks. It had been an enjoyable and exciting night. I told myself that I would definitely return to GB Road again.
Spoiled for choice? Maybe?
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Any pointers on what spa to visit in CC mall near metro station Rohini. Some of the spas are spa King, velvet, cloud, pearl.
Guidance would be much appreciated.
Regards,
Ealle
