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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ch...)
“Wow, that was some adventure,” says Monica.
“You’re telling me!” Rachel replies as they both giggle.
“What happened?” Jamie asks, eager for details. Both of you are oblivious to the woman on stage getting the first of three facials, so desperate are you for details.
“Well we got to the toilet,” Rachel says.
“Eventually!” Monica interrupts.
“Yeah, well we had to fight off about six blokes each,” Rachel blushes. “You weren’t fighting that hard though, Monica!”
“At least it was just my ass he grabbed, not like you!” Monica shoots back, laughing.
Rachel looks at you for approval, and seeing you laugh she continues. “I thought he was opening the door to the ladies! When I went inside he followed and got his cock out before I even turned around! I’m so glad Monica was there, she opened the door and pulled me out before he could get his hands on me. Turns out those ‘rooms’ are private spaces you can go to, to… you know. At least I made it out intact!”
Monica laughs. “His poor face as I opened the door, he thought he got two for the price of one.”
Your mind instantly races to imagine your girlfriend in a seedy side room with another man. His cock out, just about to fuck her. What would have happened if Monica hadn’t been there? You are so hard you are afraid you might cum.
“So what happened next?” Jamie says, panting for details. “Did you just leave him standing?”
“Yes!” giggles Monica.
Jamie replies, “That’s so cruel to leave him like that.”
Monica looks Jamie directly in the eyes. “Sorry my love, I will go and sort him out for you if you want me too?”
Jamie looks alarmed and excited, and stammers, “Erm, no, no that’s okay.”
Rachel looks excited. “It’s okay, he probably just went to the gloryhole anyway!”
Rachel and Monica fall about laughing again.
Your sexy girlfriend, drunk, happy and framed by a backdrop of a young fit woman plastered in cum on stage. Life is good.
Rachel looks at you. “There’s a bouncer on the women’s toilets to stop men going in I suppose. There are four cubicles but the fourth one has no door and is nearest the wall. See that woman over there?”
Rachel nods towards a table at the far end. A redhead about thirty, in a short skirt and tight top, is the only woman in a sea of around thirty men. “She was in the last cubicle and she was sucking a huge black cock through a hole in the wall.”
Monica takes over the story, “Rachel couldn’t believe her eyes. The woman stopped sucking and asked if we wanted the next one as she was finished! We watched for a few minutes and saw her gag as he came. After he withdrew his cock he passed through a token. The woman looked at us and, seeing us looking puzzled, said, ‘”It’s a token of appreciation, get it? My husband gets a drink I get to suck a cock.“
At this moment the waitress returns and collects the last token and sets off for the last round of drinks.
“So let’s get this straight,” says Jamie. “You can give blowjobs in the women’s toilets and basically get two drinks?”
Rachel looks at Jamie. “It’s not the money. The token is just a bit of fun. Think about it — you buy the husband a beer, his wife drinks for free and you get a blowjob.”
“I’m sure I have some money if you are interested?” says Jamie winking at your girlfriend.
“Sadly, I only accept tokens and as you have given the last one away, I can’t suck your cock tonight,” replies Rachel.
You look amazed at your girlfriend. Did she just say that to your best friend?
“Good job really,” says Monica, “the size of it would give you jaw ache!” The girls fall into a fit of laughter again.
The music dies down as a huge round of applause goes up, “Gentlemen, please show you appreciation for the boys, Mark, Paul and Geoff and also for our volunteer Vicky!” A huge round of applause goes up. “Vicky, there are twenty tokens of appreciation for you. You and your husband are welcome anytime.”
Monica looks gobsmacked at Rachel. “You mean she’s just normal?”
Rachel gulps. “How could any husband allow that to happen to their girlfriend? I mean imagine if that was me?”
You are all looking at Rachel. You realize you haven’t replied as you have images of Rachel being on the stage instead of Vicky. Your brain screams at you to say something, anything. Your cock feels like it’s made of iron.
“Ha ha, look at his face Rachel,” laughs Monica, “He doesn’t know what to say, but judging by this,” at which point she grabs Jamie’s rock hard cock though his jeans, “I think Jamie wouldn’t mind seeing you do it. What about me Jamie? Or is it just Rachel you want to see fucked by three men?”
Jamie looks at his wife, looks at you, looks at Rachel. “Erm, it’s, it’s great in here. I wonder what’s next?”
The same voice comes on again over the top of the music, just at the right time,
“And now back to the professionals — the Julie twins.” Two girls enter the stage, both in typical schoolgirl outfits. Obviously both are over eighteen but playing with the pigtails and innocent look. They both look similar but you doubt they really are twins. The girls go through a series of undressing each other and look to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Monica leans in and puts an arm around Rachel. “So boys, we are not sisters but we are friends. Would you mind if we showed you why we are best friends?” She reaches round and fondles Rachel’s boob.
Rachel giggles and says, “Oooh, yeah, Ross’s fantasy come true. Me and you together.”
Rachel and Monica repeatedly touch each other playfully, to begin with as a joke, but as time goes on it starts to become a bit more serious. You and your best friend can’t stop ogling both the stage and your partners.
“Damn,” says Rachel, I need to go pee again. As she rises she falls into your lap, “Are we having another drink or are we going home?”
You look at your girlfriend, noting she’s drunk and horny. “We should go home there’s fun things we could be doing.”
Rachel smiles at you and starts rubbing your cock through your trousers while you book the taxi on the App. “Oh man, no taxi for an hour. I’ve booked it but we will have to wait.”
“I want to ask you a serious question,” says Rachel looking sober, “Do you want another drink?”
You reply, “Well, yes but It’s a waste paying thirty for two drinks.”
Rachel repeats herself, “I know that, but do you want one. Do you know what I’m saying?”
Your drink-addled brain doesn’t understand the subtle question.
“Yes or no?”
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