Checking out the chicks

On a recent visit to Delhi, I received an sms from an my old pal, “Interested to meet up for a hen party tomorrow night? You get to see the full works.” I was interested in going as I had only heard stories about 'such' parties but never been to one. But I had no clue what one is supposed to do at such a party, so I googled 'hen party', and got a fair notion of what to expect. Of course, there were different versions of what I could expect at the do in varying degrees of outrageousness.
Anyway, what's the harm in letting your hair down once in a while, I thought and decided to go ahead. I planned to keep my day free, as I wanted to hang around with buddies whom I hadn't met for a long time.
The evening finally arrived. I remember driving through a long winding road to the farmhouse which was situated in the suburbs of the city with a feeling of excitement. The venue was already choc-a- bloc with cackling hens of all ages, decked in the wildest possible outfits one can imagine of. There was this pretty girl in a sombero and red coloured thongs. About the rest of the half dressed audience, the lesser said the better. For some time, I completely went blank but soon found my friends in a corner and made my way towards them.
Clearly, fun was the byword here and the scene was straight from Sex and the City. The oval-shaped stage for the evening was decorated in fluffy pink condom curtains and psychedelic lights. In the hall, myriad fairy lights blinked and changed colours to the beat of the music. Circular pink tables were placed randomly round the room for people to watch the proceedings.
As the night progressed, spirits flowed freely and finger food shaped in the form of edible lingerie was passed around. I was just getting used to the idea of sinking my teeth into a flimsy pair of panties when my eyes were drawn to this huge, weirdly shaped pink cake placed in the centre of the hall. It resembled a dildo, my friend enlightened me. More surprises were in store. I geared up for some fun filled action. By then, I was completely relaxed and was no longer fazed by the happenings around me.
And then, more than 50 of us held our breaths for the piece de resistance of the evening -- six male strippers! It was downright wild.The lights dimmed, the drums rolled and to the cue of Joe Cocker’s, You could leave your hat on - the quintessential strippers' song, the strippers, scantily dressed in blue and white stripped aprons troooped in.There was wild screaming and clapping as the guys gyrated to the music.They twirled, held on to the pole and made sensous moves.The more adventerous of hens climbed on to the stage and joined the guys. The tiny group in the corner stripped down to their thongs, just to feel sensual. The night of fun and general debauchery was on the roll! I recollect leaving for home in the wee hours, with a kinky toy as a return gift!