the show and after

Written by: Ehmel Del Aalto

This my favourite fantasy, based on true though quite tame situation - very much a jazzed up version. Includes masturbation, dirty talk, FF and FFM sex. It’s my first submisssion so I would really like to know what you liked and what you hated about it!

I was out with some work colleagues but as many people were travelling
early the next morning, we finished quite quickly and I was free to go 
home or to enjoy the rest of the night as my husband was out with his 
mates. I was contemplating going to a nearby club for a drink or two 
and a chat with some friends who were bound to be there. It was only 
about 11:30 so I could easily spend two hours there before  going home. 
I walked along the main promenade and lit a cigarette. As I was passing 
a small area, slightly away from the main path, devoted to few small 
peep-shows and sex-shops, something made me turn left and tenatively 
approach one of them. I remembered the time when, for my 25 birthday, a 
friend of mine paid for me watching the show - quite platonically as he 
was gay. I quite enjoyed it then and regretted not asking for "with the 
dildo" version of the dance. I slowly walked into the tiny reception 
area and without actually approaching the counter started to look at 
the photos and magazines displayed in the cabinet on the left. I was 
contemplating actually watching the show and thought I have to make up 
my mind quickly, before any male customers arrive. I almost turned back 
and left when I heard the doors open but I saw it was another woman 
walking in. She was tall, with short dark hair, big breasts in a tight 
tee-shirt and knee-lenght skirt nicely flattering her round, fairly big 
bum. She went straight to the counter and tried to enquired about 
prices in English. The attendant tried to answer her, but she obviously 
wasn't getting anywhere. I turned towards her. 

"Would you like some help?" 

She looked at me and smiled. 

"Yes, I was just trying to see how much it was and what you got for the
money".  She was British, with a clear South-Eastern accent. 

I talked to the attendant for a while and then turned to the woman . 

"It is 50 per show without a vibrator, 60 with one. This is about 10
quid. The show takes about 20 minutes" I explained. 

"Have you seen one before?" she  asked. 

"Yes". 

"Were you on yor own?" she enquired. I thought for a moment. This seemed
to be leading to something but I wasn't sure what. Maybe she was just a 
lost tourist trying to sample seedier delights of our town. 

"Yes, I was on my own. Why?" 

"I was wandering if we maybe could share the expense? And experience?"
she smiled. 

"Well, this would be probably more expensive." 

I asked the attendant and she gave me a smile and said that for two it
would be only 20 extra. The woman said with some eagerness in her 
voice. 

"So? Are you in? With a vibrator" 

I nodded my head. What the hell. She cannot rape me and anyway I was
getting quite excited by the situation. 

"OK, than choose the girl" said the attendant. Two girls in their
twenties appeared from behind the curtain. They were wearing sequinned 
bras, pants and stockings held up by garters. One was very slim, with 
big tits and white skin and long, black hair. The other was also tall, 
but readhaired, with bigger hips and relatively smaller breasts. I 
looked at the English woman. 

"Your choice". She hesitated for a moment and picked the readhead. I was
happy with her choice, as, although the other girl was more attractive 
in some way, this one had some sexiness that the other didn't have. 

"Ok, Irina it is" said the attandant and led us through a darkish
corridor to a small room with a chair and a little stage. She left 
without a word and come back carrying another plastic chair for my 
companion, then left closing the door behind her. We sat, quite far 


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