Thursday night is Animals' Night Out. The boys and I usually hang out at our favourite little pub, a quiet place where drinks are cheap, customers are few and we get the pool table and karaoke mikes pretty much to ourselves all night long.
Last Thursday the place was different. "We've got a show on tonight," our waitress tells us as she gestured towards two nubile young women mingling in a crowd of dirty old men and horny young lads.
Halfway through our beer, the lights went down and music up. Then, the lights at the bar flashed on revealing the two young ladies sprawled across the bar counter wearing matching bikinis, high heels and elbow length gloves. Yes, it was that kind of show. And so, the girls proceeded to gyrate their pelvises, and sway their taut, young bodies in moves that would make Christina Aguilera blush. Heh! Suddenly, some revellers came up to the bar and splashed water on the girls. And all hell broke loose.
The girls, armed with large Coca-Cola bottles, filled with water went round the pub splashing water on the patrons. And the patrons retaliated amidst squeals of laughter and giggles. And it's never a pretty sight when grown men giggle. And then things got even more interesting. A strapping young lad at the next table, gestured to one of the girls. And when she got there, they began what looked like a fertility ritual - gyrating, almost grinding at each other, their groins almost touching. And then his friend came, unbuttoned his pants and signaled the girl to continue the act. She obliged.
Laughing, she had pulled his jeans down to his ankles. I noticed the young man was wearing brand new Renoma briefs. Apparently, the silly arse had come prepared for such an eventuality. He had decided he might get lucky. And tonight he would. So there he was, his face convoluted in ecstacy, his shirt off and his pants at his ankles, swaying in his best sexy-man... erm... sway. Perhaps hoping that his sexy moves would lead him somewhere with the girl. Instead the girl upped and went on to other ventures. And Dumbass continued to revel in the moment, his eyes shut, his mouth open looking every bit the Dumbass that he was.
2 bikini girls. 5 minutes of dancing. A whole lot of horsing around and a whole lot of water. Nobody got naked, save for a few dirty old men and one horny young punk. And nobody got lucky. At one point, men were throwing water at each other and feeling really entertained about it. And yet, I suspect the pub did its best business that night.
Men are easy. Hehhheh!
Disclaimer: Neither I nor my friends were caught in any splashing. Nor were any of our clothing or apparel removed from our bodies, either by ourselves or anyone, at anytime. And no, we did not engage/touch/drool at/grope andbody, male or female. Hehh!