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It was Friday evening and my husband, Roger and I had arranged to go out for a meal in a restaurant and then meet some friends in the Crown Bar in Belfast afterwards. However, Roger came home from work late and he had been in the local pub with his workmates for hours. In short, he was drunk and our evening out had to be cancelled. I had really been looking forward to the evening, as I hadn't been out for weeks. Roger lay down on the sofa and fell asleep and I went into the kitchen to make coffee, just so that I didn't have to look at him.

I decided that Roger's drunken antics weren't going to spoil my weekend, so I phoned my friend Karen and asked her if she fancied going into town for a few drinks. Karen was glad of my offer and I arranged to pick her up at eight O'clock. I picked Karen up at her house later, drove into Belfast .and parked outside the Crown Bar on Great Victoria Street. Inside the bar, I spotted Rab and Tony who were two of my husband's friends and we joined them at the bar.

I told them about Roger coming home drunk and spoiling our evening out and Tony said, "Nothing new there."

Tony then asked me if Karen and I were looking for tricks, because we looked like a pair of cheap hookers. I laughed and told Tony that he wouldn't be able to afford either of us.

The craic was good and we all chatted and joked for a while. I thought about what Tony had said and I had to agree. Karen and I were both wearing very short leather skirts and my lacy blouse ...

... was practically see-through. If I'd taken off my jacket, my boobs would have been very visible. After a while, Tony and Robert said their goodbyes and left to go home. Suddenly, the Crown bar felt very boring, so we decided to cross the road for a drink in the Europa Hotel.

The bar in the Europa Hotel was huge, but it was almost empty. There were probably only twenty people in the whole bar. We took our seats at a table, overlooking the street and ordered our drinks from a young waiter. The prices turned out to be extortionate, so we decided to just drink up and then move on.

As we sat at the table, I became aware of the barman, who was casting looks in our direction, while talking to, two men who were sitting on stools at the bar. After a while, the barman approached us and said,

"Excuse me, ladies, I'm Marty, are you just here for a drink or have you anything else in mind?"

"Like what?" asked Karen, bluntly.

Marty asked us not to be offended but said that if we were working girls, there were two gents at the bar who would be willing to pay for time with us. I said, "Well Karen, that confirms what Tony said, earlier. We do look like a couple of whores." Karen laughed and sipped her drink; she looked interested.

I told Marty that I wasn't offended and asked him just how much these two gents would be willing to pay for our dubious company. Marty told us that we could expect to be paid £120 per hour each, but he would need fifty pounds to help set the deal up ...