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was with two girls, having sex, they were kissing each other too, and then the other three girls with Bras all came onto the deck, all changing positions like a big orgy.
    In the humid Balinese night air, fuelled with coke and ecstasy, combined with sexual exertion, they were all overheating, feeling hot and clammy, prompting one of the girls to stand up and suggest moving into an air-conditioned bedroom. On their way, the girls grabbed cold drinks from the fridge.
    Rafael fished the coke out of his jeans and spooned generous lines on the bedside table. He loved to share his coke with hot girls, magnanimously declaring, ‘This is on me tonight.’
    The models quickly enmeshed into a tangle of beautiful bodies, kissing each other, kissing Rafael, every so often breaking away to snort a line of cocaine off the bedside table, then rejoining the writhing orgy. The room was filled with moans of sexual pleasure, sporadically changing to orgasmic screams. The mix of blow and pills was the perfect prescription for hot, uninhibited sex.
    Cocaine makes people real horny, if it’s good coke. For men it’s like an aphrodisiac; men get a hard-on and don’t come, can fuck for hours. For me, the best combination was coke and ecstasy; you get sensitivity on the skin and horny and you can fuck for hours; but it’s very addictive.
    â€“ Alberto, Bali drug dealer
    Rafael hadn’t stopped for two hours and was now with one girl against the wall, while the other two girls were entwined on the other side of the bed. Suddenly, he needed a break.
    I was, ‘Whooof . . . I gotta go in the pool.’ I am sweating, high from the ecstasy, and haven’t stopped. I jump in the pool and feel better. Bras is still outside talking to one girl. I say, ‘Hey, Bras, come inside, man, let’s do some lines.’ He comes in, we make some more lines while the two girls are still sucking one another on the bed, ignoring us.
    Two of the models were wrapped in towels, sitting on the edge of the bed taking turns to do lines. Bras politely waited for his turn, then leant over to snort a generous line – a move that would soon dramatically end the night.
    I say, ‘Fuck, my friend is not well, he is starting to OD.’ I see his lips are the same colour as his skin. I say, ‘Bras, let’s drink a beer man, beer is good.’ And then he says, ‘Please, Rafael, let’s go from here. I don’t feel good. Take me to get some fresh air on the bike, man.’
    I say, ‘Come on, man, I don’t want to go. I want to stay here, have a good time. Are you crazy? Take beer, take water, breathe. Come on, man.’
    Then he starts to throw up and I say, ‘Fuck, let’s go to the toilet,’ and the girls were afraid, I was afraid, and then I say, ‘Guys, I go. I’m going to take him out to get fresh air on the back of the bike. I’m sorry. Ciao, ciao, bye-bye.’ . . . Escape.
    After several minutes on the bike, with the night air rushing into his face, Bras started improving, but Rafael wasn’t thrilled about leaving the night unfinished.
    â€˜Fuck, you bencong, you pussy. Why are you like this, man? Why did you take too much?’
    â€˜Oh sorry, sorry, but please take me home.’
    Rafael had no choice. As they sped along Kuta beachfront, the sun was starting to rise across the water. There was a stillness on the streets, the witching moments of shift change between the ghosts of the night – hookers and clubbers – going to sleep and others waking up. By the time Rafael reached Bras’s room at Bali Village Resort, it was daybreak.
    Weariness was now starting to hit Rafael too. He slumped onto Bras’s lounge and fell asleep, confident there’d be plenty more orgies with random sexy girls to fuck.
    When you’re really fucked up on drugs, really high, you lose all inhibitions. You just feel really horny, you meet someone at a club,