Belly Dancer &
The US Marine
A Short Story
by
ADITYA SAWDEKAR
Copyright © 2016 Aditya Sawdekar
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Chap 1: A Distressed Mind
Chap 2: The Meeting
Chap 3: The Great Argument
Chap 4: Two Souls One Body?
Chap 5: The Final Lap
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Chap 1
A Distressed Mind
As he saw the corpses of young US Marines shipped back home on a daily basis, he knew that something was wrong with the war he was fighting against an unknown enemy in a no-man’s land in Iraq. He could see his accomplished dream of becoming a US Marine falling on its head as he saw the futility of continuing the war under the name of reconstruction efforts. He knew he could be next, but that wasn’t he was worried about. All of 30, Chris was torn apart mentally of having to fight a war despite no logic to it.
Coupled with that, he also felt the need to experience the basic instinct of sex on a regular basis to turn his mind away from the mental torture of war. He was done with prostitutes and fellow lady marines with benefits, and could no longer satiate his sex hunger with just a physical body. He wanted to climb a step higher to a level of relationship based on understanding and meeting of minds than just bodies. Even a deep conversation with a member of the opposite sex was enough for him to unload his heavy and pent up mind.
Telling fellow colleagues – Lady Marines -- about the weariness and futility of the war was surely risked with charges of dereliction of duty and being termed as a traitor, thus, he couldn’t confide his deepest feelings with his friends in the army. His spurts of sexual tension coupled with mental incongruence with the war efforts made an otherwise intelligent and calm Chris edgy and whimsical.
He was seriously on the lookout for a beautiful body and mind. His search led him to go in the nearby town of Fallujah and get in touch with the local pimps or arrangers. His search led him to meet one Khalid a short and stout bearded guy in his late 30’s. He and many others like him, were approached daily US Marines and villagers alike to get hooked up for a night.
“Yes Sir. What can I do for you?” asked Khalid to Chris in broken English.
“I want a girl for a night or two who is polished and good natured”, replied Chris.
“Good natured? Do you think a good natured girl will come into this profession?”
“I mean someone who is matured and can understand the world and people”
“Oh, Sir, so you want a girl you can talk to while in bed, isn’t it?
“Yes Yes exactly that’s what I want can you arrange for one for tonight”
“To be very frank with you Sir, I have a girl who is worldly wise but with a caveat”
“What’s the caveat?”
“The caveat is very simple: She won’t have sex”
“What? What am I going to do with such a girl?”
“Sir, she’s just one of the very few girls intelligent enough to calm the distressed minds of war-hardened soldiers. I suggest you spend some time with her”
“But what am I supposed to do with her without sex”
“Sir, if you want only sex, there are many girls I can send across, but this girl I’m talking about is different. You should try spending some time with her.”
“Okay, go ahead”
“Sir, she is a belly dancer who has performed before the great Saddam Hussein”
“Oh really, that’s pretty interesting. But ‘No Sex’ right?”
“Right Sir. She’s a woman with principles”
“A woman with principles willing to spend time with some other guy? Interesting”
“No Sir. It is this stupid war that has caused people to fall on hard times, and specially the creative souls. With scarcely any money, these people are out of business. The only queries I get in these tough times are the ones that cannot be controlled – sex. But for you Sir, I know that you’re looking more than sex.”
“Okay go ahead. Fix the appointment”