Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... where it is?” “It’s got a map on the back,” I said flipping it over. “Looks like it’s just past the Pleasure Beach.” “It’s miles,” moaned Ringo. “And my stomach’s crying out to be fed.” “Forget your stomach fat boy,” said Dave. “It’s only one mile, which is three or four quid tops, in a cab. Oi Oi Taxi!” he yelled across the street, never pausing for breath. “Plus it’s bl**dy free entry. Here we are.” The taxi pulled up and we were on our way. Ringo carried on moaning about his hunger and how they were all going to be ugly slappers with too much make-up on. We were still arguing and telling him to shut up as we entered the club. We all stopped talking at the same time as two scantily clad, stunning girls came into view. They were dancing and gyrating to loud music, on a stage less than twenty feet from where we were stood. “bl**dy hell,” drooled Ringo. “bl**dy hell indeed,” I added. “Would you gentlemen like a stage or table seat?” asked a waitress in a bunny girl outfit. We all looked round in surprise, not having noticed her approach us. “Stage,” I said quickly. She led us over to three great seats at the edge of the stage and took our drinks order. The stage was set out in the shape of a T and we were sat facing the bottom of the T, with a shiny silver pole no more than a few feet from our faces. “Oh baby,” exclaimed Dave. “This place is ace. Either of you been to one of these before?” “Nah,” I said. “What about you?” “No. Wish I had though. Not sure how you go on,” ...

... replied Dave. “My uncle went to one of these somewhere,” offered Ringo. “I think it was a few years back. He paid for a lap-dance and I think he said it cost him a tenner.” “What exactly happens?” asked Dave. “Well, she took him to a private room and basically sat on his lap and jiggled about and got undressed. You’re not allowed to touch though. He said it was a bit frustrating. In fact, he said one of his mates came in his pants!” “Bollox,” said Dave. “No, I swear. They call him Milky Pants now. He never lived it down.” “Don’t think there’s much chance of that happening with us,” I suggested. “Not after the amount of alcohol we’ve consumed tonight. Probably a bl**dy godsend.” “Yeah,” said Dave. “Where’s that waitress gone anyway.” “There she is,” said Ringo looking round. “Looks like we’re up next.” Two minutes later and she was with us. As we’d sat down, the two girls on stage had tottered back off and we were looking in anticipation at the twitchy curtains on the other side of the stage. “Sorry about the wait boys. Three gin and tonics, there you are.” “How much love?” asked Dave. “Twelve pounds please darling,” she said smiling while bending over so that we got a nice view of her cleavage. Dave took out three five pound notes and coolly slipped them down her front. The cheeky bastard even gave them a little tap, right on the middle of her breasts. “Keep the change,” he grinned. “Thanks baby,” she said winking at him. “Anything else for you boys?” “Well,” said Dave beckoning ...