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I responded. “Fancy a gobble?” I grinned. “Fucking Hell! “What’s the right price?”
“Usually £20 for a wank, £30 a bj and £50 a fuck.” He grinned, “I get a tenner a punter for setting it up.”
I considered his request for nearly 10 seconds. The music immediately kicked in and I began dancing and skipping around the stage making sure that my boobs bounced as much as possible…much to the delight of the lads that had cheered. His flabby belly was hanging over his shorts like a muffin but his grey and brown speckled hairy chest and stomach more than compensated. When I got dressed I had a drink with Phil and a couple of his friends who all laughed when I mentioned the fight at the door. Not to be outdone I began stroking his cock through his shorts. I stopped again and turned away from the audience to unzip my short skirt. Her husband Max is a great guy (if a little boring) and has a crush on me. “How’re you this afternoon?”
“Fine thanks.” I replied and brushed some imaginary fluff off my chest.