"Fuck, what I'd give to be under those right now," Jack said wistfully. "Oh yeah, bouncy," Jack chuckled, nudging Russell with his elbow. Eve Satana reached out and languidly hooked a finger over the elastic of Jack's boxers and pulled him forwards until his thighs rested against the side of the bed.
"Fuck that, I'm worried about being flattened," Russell Even though her breasts were gigantic, the rest of the blonde stripper's body was surprisingly trim. "Some of these clubs are a bit more, if you know what I mean," Jack said. She pulled them down until his cock bounced back up like a fleshy jack-in-the-box.
He sat there and stared at the blonde stripper, his mouth agape. Dark pink nipples wobbled at the centre of each enormous breast. Equally lurid slogans were lit up on the fascia of the club. "A town where the people got up to so much wickedness God burnt it to the ground." "Wickedness, eh," Jack said, "I reckon it's the time o'night where I might be up for a bit o'that." He nudged Russell with his elbow.
"Fuck, who'd have thought that drug-addled muppet was actually telling the truth for a change." ***** "Hey, isn't this that place Stuey was talking about? "Don't tell me you believe that story," Jack Meyer snorted disdainfully. Faded pictures of girls of varying degrees of attractiveness and in varying degrees of undress were displayed in glass cabinets on either side of the entrance. "It's always that time o'night for you," Russell said.
They paid the entrance fee to some nasty streak of krautness on the door and headed down into the dark, sweaty interior of the club.
The stairs were tacky and stuck to the soles of Russell's shoes. A naked girl gyrated around a pole and while she wasn't exactly bad looking, her eyes gleamed with a hunger he found a little unsettling.
She bounced and stared suggestively in their direction, a pink tongue running over her full pink lips. Even the brassiest of balls still shrank at the prospect of dropping their keks and fucking some tart right in front of everyone.Every movement exuded eroticism and she wasn't afraid to meet and challenge the stares of the men watching her. "Always," the announcer smiled, her eyes twinkling. The announcer looked back to the curtained off area behind the stage. Sardonic applause came from the shadows at the back of the room.Her directness unnerved Russell a little, scared him even. He couldn't look away as she lay on the stage and moved her hips up and down as she humped the floor. It's bad enough I've got to worry about one of you twonks letting slip with what we've already got up to this week." "You let her boss you around too much," Jack guffawed. "So will our brave English explorer be able to scale Eve Satana's mountainous peaks." Jack clambered up on stage and mugged for the audience."Prepare yourself for the peaks of pleasure, the boobs of bliss, the mammaries of majesty. "No, I mean they can't be unreal real," Russell said. They had to be heavy, yet she showed no sign of it. "The whole city is excited about the match," the girl continued. They complain about business being bad while robbing the few that still come. It makes it harder for the real businesses left." "Real? "So you weren't going to get us to buy you a ludicrously over-costed glass of shit champagne? Eve Satana lay on it, her breasts resting on the smooth black surface. "You can't tell me you'd turn down an opportunity to grope those." "Maybe," Russell said, "if it wasn't for the GBH Betty would inflict on me once I got back home." "Pussy," Jack laughed.Please give a warm welcome to the incomparable Madam Eve Satana." "Evens she's over forty with tits hanging down to her knees," Jack chuckled. "Fuck me, those are the biggest tits in the world," he repeated. Neither they nor she sagged in any discernible way. Her willowy body was hidden behind a purple, crushed velvet dress, probably to distinguish herself from the other girls in the club. "I hope our boys put up a good fight, but I fear they are a little outmatched." "Hamburger SV are a good side," Jack said, "they don't have the money of Liverpool though." The announcer leaned forward. "Don't mind me luv," Jack said, holding out his hands. " "Oh no," the announcer said, her eyes glittering again. "Right now, for your very own viewing pleasure, the exceptionally endowed Mistress Eve Satana is going to have sex with one of you lucky guys in the audience." "Now this will be a story for the fuckers back home," Jack said. "That's right, you heard me correctly," the announcer continued.