27th May Non-Virtual Lap Dancing

Last nights proceedings reached their predictable zenith or nadir (depending on your perspective) when the party entered one of these places staffed by mainly younger women wearing surprisingly little in the way of clothing. Making our way (if memory serves) past a convenient in-house Link Cashpoint machine we were each divested firstly of the sum of £5. Arlesch 's round of drinks exposed a pricing structure based around a margin of approx 500 to 600%, then the contribution towards the soon to be remarried Sheeg came in at £10.

Now with time to kill and with normal levels of inhibition safely anaethetised, it's only natural to dispose of any remaining cash still in ones possession. Having more or less OK'd the private "dance" experience with Isabelle prior to the likely possibility, I began to feel nervous at the prospect... Luckily Jamse was on hand to point me in the direction of one young woman in particular. "It'll give me something to write about" I claimed.
"Could I have a private dance please?"
"Yes, of course you can, £10 or £20?"
"Errr.....£20"

I may as well Go Large, I mused beerily. Once led through to another more dimly lit section, I duly parted with the agreed sum, then having had it made clear that one's hands have to be kept to oneself, the proceedings kicked off... along with, in a short time, what little clothing was worn by the young woman. The continuous backing music seemed to fit seamlessly... The tendency was no doubt to stare transfixed with an inane grin, but it's all harmless fun. Mind you, this type of dance may be unsuitable for the very elderly or anyone with a heart condition, at certain points in the routine the dancers full weight bears down on the upper part of the thighs...

Having been returned to the bar I felt the need to compare and contrast and parted with my last £10 to another young woman of a delightful mixed race complexion. Now fully au fait with proceedings, maybe I felt more relaxed, well things seemed a lot more giggly...

Personally, I wouldn't hesitate to recommend private lap dancing as an excellent way for disposing of money in a short time.

Jamse was keen to push on to a well known gay bar, however some members seemed to baulk at this prospect and the effects of the evening had taken their toll. Some of the party became separated, all bars seemed to be closed leaving only the obligatory fish supper, then Jamse did his usual dissapearing act...
Arlesch was still around to organise a taxi.