He turned around and locked the door. I remember he had shorts and a shirt on which he took off as well as his underwear so he was naked except for hi... shoes and socks. He stood next to the couch and stroked himself while watching the porn with me and I saw he was hard. I was on my back with one leg propped on the money machine in the booth. After a few minutes he kneeled down in front of me and started sucking me. I didn't have a condom this time so I didn't know what would happen if he wanted. It felt welcoming enough and the slight chill of the air conditioning was suitably refreshing. Jack looked to the UV lights and could see that the DJ in his small booth was the epitome of louche. Wearing a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses, stubble and a bright neon purple shirt, the DJ pushed some swoopy Belaric tunes out of the soundsystem. Looking to the words "Public" and 'Bar' in reverse on the Victorian facade glasswork wasn't strictly right either. It wasn't a members club either but admission. They looked very confused."Trixie," I asked, "who's idea was it to get everybody to dress up?" It was mine," he said. "Well, me and Tracy Otley's, really. We had the idea at the same time, sort of. It was our mums who did all the organising, though. There was lots of telephone calls, I can tell you! Our mums arranged all the clothes swaps." Clothes swaps?" I said."Yes," replied Trixie. "I'm wearing Heather Flint's dress and Melanie Scalby's blouse and shoes. Fiona Rawtenstall is wearing my. I really wanted to explore my new-found enthusiasm for pussy, and Holly certainly seemed to be suggesting three more women to sample."I will be certain to be there!" I eagerly said."I'm sure you will. Now you need an orgasm too before I leave, don't you?"A smile adorned my face. I picked myself up off the floor and moved to the sofa."Wait, what are you doing?" Holly asked."Getting on the couch so you could eat me out."Holly rolled her eyes. "Sorry. My fault. I forgot to explain. The other.