This is a story submitted by Taika Alyosha. I personally don’t know this person and he hasn’t responded to any follow up emails so I couldn’t ascertain if this story was fiction or non-fiction. Either way, it makes for an interesting read. Here is part 4 of 6 that were submitted.

Part IV: The Ex-Girlfriend and the Viking Queen

Finally Full House came on and Shamus and I made our way to the front of the stage to dance where we spotted Shamus’s ex-girlfriend, Martha, and her friend, Bertha, sitting in the grass. We promptly dragged them out to the front to dance with us.

I can’t say for sure, but I think that may have been the first time since Shamus and Martha broke up that they had such a great time together. I know it was the first time in a long time that I’d felt so comfortable in the company of those girls, as there had also been a great deal of tension between them and I after I broke up with my girlfriend, who was also a close friend of theirs.

That night there was a surprising absence of tension. We were all having a great time to start with. But the fact that we were all able to enjoy it together seemed to amplify it. In fact, it was so good that, after Full House finished playing and we became separated from the girls, Shamus and I temporarily abandoned our gonzo mission to search for them.

T: Somehow, this whole evening of drugs and debauchery, which was supposed to be all full of sex, drugs and rock n’ roll, has turned into Taika n’ Shamus high on E, looking for Martha and Bertha, because they have a comfortable homey feeling that we really enjoy being around. I hope we can find them, and enjoy that some more. We’re gonna look…the first place we’re gonna look is on the stage at the Deadly Vibes. Maybe we should run on stage behind them and check there…(tape runs out).

Goddammit, the tape ran out there, and I didn’t change it for well over an hour – not until we were doing drugs off the toilet in some seedy bathroom stall in a hotel in downtown Kenting around midnight, so we’re going to have to rely on my memory for a little while here, which is sketchy at best.

Unable to locate Martha and Bertha, we headed across the hill to a different stage to check out The Deadly Vibes. The Vibes are made up of three guys; one guy that looks a little bit, and acts a lot, like younger and better looking Jack Black. The other two guys are twins from Texas with nearly shaved heads and thick-rimmed black nerd glasses who always dress exactly the same and refuse to tell anybody which is which. They put on a sick stage show, swinging around the stage guitars in the air, dancing with all of the miscreants who rush the stage, and climbing on top of anything in sight all while playing straight ahead old-time rock n’ roll with nothing but two fender strats, three chords and drums.

Recently, though, the Vibes stage show has gotten way better because they were joined by the Lust Sluts, a crew of buxom girls who dress up like…well…whores, and dance on stage with them. The Lust Sluts are incredibly sexy. They all have full North American figures, and really throw themselves into their show. They genuinely enjoy riling up the crowd into a testosterone and whiskey laced frenzy, crawling around the stage in outfits that can be as small as g-strings and nipple tassels. They exert a feminine confidence that drives me ecstatic. Even though I don’t have the recording (cause the damned tape ran out), I distinctly remember that after we danced across the stage behind the Vibes and returned to fray of dancers, I let fly an ode to one of the lust sluts into the recorder.

I’ve only seen her twice, but I’m captivated by her. She’s a dark curly haired Nordic goddess. That night she wore a short skirt, revealing her powerful milky thighs descending into calf-high boots, and a small t-shirt stretched over her plentiful bosom, beneath which her milky midriff gyrated to the music. She’d swing her head as she danced, her raven curls swinging across her beautifully angular and overly made-up face, and brush across an oversized (probably fake) Celtic design tattooed on her right arm.

Both times that I’ve seen her I’ve been enamored. I recall the first time I saw her perform. I asked the guy next to me, who I’d seen come in with their entourage, whether or not my dark Viking queen had a boyfriend. To my dismay, he replied that it was him, and abruptly walked away. But I’ve never gotten over her. I don’t know why. She has an unusual magnetism. She’s strong, maniacal, out of control, confident and powerful. Every time I see her it overwhelms me, as it did again that night in front of the Deadly Vibes, so much that I abruptly stopped dancing and stood, a pillar amongst the throngs of gyrating flesh, recorder in hand, gazing up at her and pouring out odes to her beauty into it.