Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The rules of the game are simple. The contestants are divided into two teams. Both teams perform on stage at the same time. Whichever team gets the most audience appreciation wins and gets to play the next round. Appreciation means ‘money’ which the audience throw onto whichever stage they find most entertaining. All the money from the audience goes into the pot. Half the pot is paid out to the winners of each round, the rest rides to the next round. The losers get nothing. This clever scheme means the pots steadily increase while the number of girls sharing them decrease with each round. Winning the first round rarely pays the girls more than thirty Euros each, the third round pays at least a couple of hundred and the winner of the fifth and final round makes several thousand. But what it takes to win increases with the prize. I was there to cheer on my best friend Lisa. And Lisa was there to celebrate her marriage or rather the end of it. Some marriages end because the partners drift apart and some because they find each other so repulsive they can hardly stand to be in the same room. Lisa’s divorce was of the second type. Visiting Amsterdam to cuckold her soon to be ex-husband and take the stage in a sex club in the closing hours of her marriage was Lisa’s way of saying a giant ‘Fuck you!’ to the controlling creep and his stupid mind games. After an early morning flight on the cheapest of cheap economy airlines and an afternoon spent sightseeing, I could have happily remained in the hotel, read a book and gone to sleep early. But Lisa insisted: We had come here on a mission and it was my duty to support her. I reluctantly agreed. Ten years ago I had been the wild one, the ginger haired girl who was always ready for adventure, Lisa my reluctant accomplice. Now those roles were reversed. I was deputy branch manager at a bank hoping to make promotion to work at corporate, Lisa organized tours for rock bands, some of them well known. I still wore my hair long but it was usually curled up in a bun to look professional. A triple shot of espresso and a cab ride later took us to a nondescript warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Only a small sign by the door told us we had come to the right place. I had never been to a sex show before but my husband, John had told kolej escort bayan me what to expect. No rugby club stag night is complete without a trip to an Amsterdam sex show these days. A girl would cavort on stage with their clothes on for one song, then without for a second. In between the strippers there would be a girl/girl sex act, a boy/girl sex act and a novelty act. But as soon as the velvet curtain was pulled back and we stepped into the black lit gloom, I knew John’s advice would be hopelessly irrelevant. Lisa hadn’t taken us to a sex show, this was a sex club. People didn’t come to the sex club to watch, they went to fuck. If the cab hadn’t already gone, I would have turned round and left. * * * * A short while later I was sat at one of the bars surrounding the theatre stage talking to a guy called Ivo while his wife, Elke, took Lisa backstage to sign up for the competition. The couple were regulars at the club and rarely missed a competition night. Elke had never won first prize but she had made it to the last eight often enough for them to buy a car. And their nights invariably ended up hooking up with other couples in the ‘encounter rooms’. I chatted nervously and inconsequentially until our conversation was interrupted by the music for one of the warm up acts. What the club called ‘the theatre’ was actually just a large open area with a raised stage at one end and a narrow runway down the center. A girl pranced down the runway and began to strip with angular bump and grind. John had always tried to explain that his stag night experiences were less erotic than I might imagine. As team captain he had a duty to stay sober and ensure that the bridegroom didn’t get too drunk, too stoned or do anything else he might regret when sober. I had never quite believed John but I was starting to. The girl flipped upside down on a pole and began fucking herself with a large dildo: Just what had Lisa signed up for? At the next interval, Ivo explained the details of the competition that Lisa had left out. It became obvious that if I had hoped to stop Lisa doing something she might regret later, I had utterly failed. As the prizes that increased with each round, so did the what was permitted on stage. Contestants are required to wear a bra and panties Escort sihhiye in the first round which could be taken off in the second. In the third round, girls are allowed to insert and remove toys. In the fourth they can touch, kiss and fondle teammates anywhere. In the final round, ‘anything goes’. “They have sex on stage?” I asked incredulous. “Of course,” Ivo replied, “Why else women come to a sex club?” The next warm up act was a girl-girl sex act between a nordic blonde and a waif like brunette. I watched open mouthed as the waif kissed the blonde on her mouth, her nipples and her sex. “Your friend didn’t tell you?” Ivo said astonished, “I’d probably kill her as well.” I blushed as I suddenly realized I must have been saying rather than just thinking what I would to do to Lisa. Then we both burst into laughter. Ivo assured me that making a trip to the encounter rooms was entirely voluntary, even as a spectator. And he certainly didn’t expect to be taking me there while the competition was taking place as he never went without Elke. It was obvious the performers were lovers off stage as well as on. The blonde girl continued licking her lover’s pussy long after their music stopped as if insisting that an orgasm was more important than a mere competition. At the end I realized I was more than a little turned on myself. Perhaps I really wanted a trip to an encounter room with Ivo after all. After the warm up acts, Lisa’s part in the competition was a bit of an anti-climax. I could barely see Lisa at all in the first round: There were far too many girls for the rather small stage. Lisa stripped for the second round but didn’t join Elke at the front of the stage where the more adventurous girls were exposing themselves for the front row of the audience. The other team won by over five hundred Euro. “The girl did good, didn’t she?” Elke shouted triumphantly as they rejoined us at our table. Neither had put their clothes back on. After, Ivo and I both gave our warm congratulations, Elke turned to them both with an order, “Now go cuckold that worthless shit she’s leaving!” Ivo’s eyes bulged with surprise and I realized that he hadn’t just been saying it to put me at ease when he had said they only went to the encounter rooms together. Elke laughed as sincan escort Lisa led a rather bemused Ivo to the nearest encounter room. “The only reason to make rules is to have extra fun when you break them,” Elka said with a wicked grin. With Lisa safely in Ivo’s hands, or at any rate as safe as I might expect in the circumstances, I began to relax and enjoy the show. Though I was reminded that I was thankful Lisa’s part in the competition had been short when it reached the final round and the girls were having sex on stage with members of the audience. “You do that?” I asked Elke, eyes wide. Elke nodded, “More than once,” then pointed to the winner being awarded the pot of cash at the center of the stage. “But I have never done that,” she said wryly. Screens on each side of the stage proclaimed the winner’s jackpot of 3,342 Euros. “Maybe next time?” I said trying to be encouraging. “That would be nice,” Elke replied, “there is a football match tomorrow, pot should be double at least.” * * * * * Next morning at breakfast, I was pleased to discover I had done my duty by Lisa at least. She had no regrets even if she didn’t want to share any details, though from what I could gather, Ivo had not been her only partner in the encounter room. The only person with regrets was me. I had had the opportunity to let go, to enjoy myself and had failed utterly. I spent the train ride to the airport in sullen meditation, re-imagining the evening with myself playing an active role. Frolicking with Ivo and a half dozen men in the encounter room, strutting my stuff nude on stage and raising a jackpot worth two and a half thousand quid above my head. What I regretted most of all was kissing with Elke and not going further. I had kissed a girl and not just liked it, I knew I wanted more. Then came the two texts on my phone that changed everything. The first was from John, telling me he couldn’t pick me up from the airport because the car had broken down yet again. It would probably need a new engine. The second was from my cheapskate airline telling me that my flight was overbooked, would I take a hundred quid to return tomorrow instead? I hit ‘send’ on my reply before Lisa had pulled her phone from her purse. * * * * * Late that evening Elke squeezed my hand as we waited to go on stage for the second round. I can do this , I told myself, I want to do this. And why not? Nobody in the audience knew me and even if they did, they couldn’t possibly recognize me and I certainly wouldn’t recognize them.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32