I went to a Gentleman's evening with my older brother and his mates in the late 90's at the Airport Hotel next to the world famous Barton Aerodrome.
The comedian was alright, one stripper came out and dragged me up. She sat me down, unzipped my kecks and sneaked a pink, partially inflated balloon into my jeans. She proceeded to pretend she was sucking me off but it was in fact the balloon she was sucking. She had a bit of a dance and showed me her Humber Bridge at really close quarters. She then whispered in my ear that when she was finished with me, I should walk back to the group I was with wanking the balloon towards them. It must've been filled with whipped cream and when she went back down on it, she pierced it with her teeth. As I made my way back, I was wanking the balloon as it sprayed white cream all over my brother and his cronies.
She then got it on with another stripper (both decent looking to be fair) with a double ender. After the show, they went behind a curtain to get changed. The pint glass went round for the lad who's birthday it was and I was nominated to go and ask if either of them would sort him out. As I put my head round the curtain, they were both in bra and knickers. They went ballistic that I had invaded their privacy and had a right go.
I thought that pointing out I'd just seen every orifice they had between them wouldn't go down well at that particular moment in time so made a hasty retreat.
