Pauline |
These
men are right spunky, aren't they, Rupert? I could quite
misbehave! |
Owner |
Are
you a boy? There's no boys allowed. |
Pauline |
Quickly,
hide, it's the mad-eyed owner, and he operates a strict
"women only" policy! If he finds boys in the club, he
hits them with a bag of marbles. It's a less severe form of the
"pool ball in a sock" classic. It doesn't really hurt. |
Rupert |
Still,
I don't want to make a scene. I'll hide under your dress. |
Pauline |
Promise
you won't nibble anything while you're down there! |
Rupert |
I
ain't promising nothing! |
Owner |
Where
did he go? |
Pauline |
[giggling]
Where did who go, Officer? |
Owner |
There
was a boy in my club, watching the big burly dancing men. It just
doesn't make sense. |
Pauline |
You
must be mistaken, or on drugs that have addled your mind. If you
say one more thing I shall telephone the mayor and have you
arrested. |
|
[A
chomping sound begins to rise from Pauline's dress] |
Owner |
What's
that sound? It sounds like cunnilingus! |
Pauline |
No
it doesn't. Cunnilingus has a less resonant tone, and frequent
slurping. |
Owner |
Yes,
you are right. It sounds more like chucking a sponge down a gulley.
If that were cunnilingus, the woman would have to a fanny bigger
than a row of terraced houses! |
Pauline |
How
dare you, sir! I'll have you know there's enough tension in my
flaps to snap a pencil. And if you take out my lungs there is
enough surface area to cover a tennis court, although that is true
of everyone. |
Owner |
Useful
gifts. I have changed my mind about you, lady. You're all right.
Would you like to touch the dancers on their cocks? |
Pauline |
Why,
yes, I would. Thank you very much. |
|
[They
walk over to the dancers, Pauline walks awkwardly.] |
Owner |
Here,
Phil. This lady wants to touch your cock. Get it out for her. |
Dancer
1 |
OK
boss. Whoops! I've slipped in some baby oil, and my cock's heading
straight for her ear! |
Pauline |
Cripes!
It's stuck fast! I can only hear in mono now. So this is what it
was like in the sixties. |
Owner |
You
two other dancers - offer her your cocks as purchase so that she
can pull herself to her feet! |
Dancers
2 and 3 |
Righty
ho. |
Pauline |
Oh,
dear. This puddle of baby oil is causing me to slip as well, so my
attempt to pull myself up with these two men's cocks is failing.
But I will keep pulling at their cocks in an effort to correct
myself. |
Dancers
2 and 3 |
You'll
manage it in the end, dear. |
Dancer
4 |
Now
she's half-way up, I could try and support her by putting my cock
up her arse. |
Dave |
[entering
with a badminton racket] Wait a minute, this doesn't look like the
leisure centre... Hang on, is that you, Pauline? |
Pauline |
This
isn't what it looks like, Dave! |
|
[her
dress flies off to reveal Rupert, who pauses his activity to give
Dave a thumbs-up as Dancers 2 and 3 ejaculate onto her breasts] |
Pauline |
Wait,
Dave! |
Owner |
[to
Rupert] Are you a boy? |