Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... relative safety of ‘The Tower Lounge’. It was another heaving, happening place. We spotted a balcony running around the lounge perimeter, looking down onto the dance floor, and we headed there hoping to find a bar. We were in luck and had more Budweiser in our grasps within minutes. At first, we wondered why it was so much emptier on the balcony but we had the answer five minutes later as the stifling heat started to get to us. Again, we quickly finished our drinks and moved on. We just decided to go next door from there. The place was called ‘Brannigans’ and a sign on the door promised ‘dancing, eating, drinking and cavorting’. It was Ringo’s turn to get the drinks in and he immediately honed in on a busty barmaid with ‘Prickteaser’ emblazoned across her T-shirt. She was a bit of a looker to say the least. I saw Ringo exchange a few words with her and they both seemed to be laughing in tandem. By the time I’d pushed through the crowd to help him with the drinks, he was waving a little piece of paper at me. “That’s five bonus points in the bag Ricky boy!” he said excitedly grabbing at my shoulder. “No messing about. Did you see her? She’s bl**dy gorgeous.” “Who?” I asked, knowing the answer but not believing it. “Prickteaser?” “Yup, that’s her,” he said grinning like a clown. He looked up and caught her eye again and raised his bottle to her, giving her a little nod and wink at the same time. She reciprocated the wink and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Dave came ...

... back from the toilet to witness them holding each other’s gaze. “Whey-hey!” I shouted in Dave’s ear. “Look at this. Ringo’s only gone and got us the first five points on the board hasn’t he!” I waved the piece of paper in his face. “Whose?” demanded Dave. “Not Prickteaser behind the bar?” “The one and only,” interjected Ringo still looking like the cat that got the cream. “What’s her name?” asked Dave. “I dunno man,” answered Ringo. “Let’s just stick to Prickteaser. I like that.” “Maybe she wrote it next to her number,” I suggested. “Well, let’s check it out then,” said Dave grabbing the piece of paper from me. We all moved in close together as Dave unravelled it, eyes wide with anticipation as if the secrets of the world were about to be revealed to us. In big bold letters, were written the words ‘Fuck-off loser’. Dave burst out laughing as Ringo and I looked at each other in astonishment and disappointment. Ringo turned back round to the bar. Prickteaser, cool as you like, raised her glass to him, nodded and winked. “Bitch,” said Ringo. Dave finally stopped laughing and started chanting, “Minus five, minus five, you guys have got minus five!” over and over. “Bollox,” said Ringo. “Shut your big mouth else I’ll do it for you.” “Whoooo,” said Dave in a high-pitched sarcastic tone. “Put your handbag down love. I was only joking.” I had a feeling that Ringo wasn’t going to recover from that little episode. The contest would be between Dave and me. Dave scored first, making it ten ...