I left to have a piss. Like most London pubs the fucking toilets are underground and it seemed to take an age. when I got back, the barmaid was bent o...er the table with my buddy pumping her from behind. His trousers and pants around his ankles. The barmaid's tights and knickers just down her thighs, her belly and tits squashed against the table she was moaning each time my buddy pushed his cock into her, and her arse rippled as his groin slapped against it.The bitch asked, he said to me, didn't. Then the music would shift into the gutsier, raunchier “American Woman”, when I would start taking clothes off, slowly, teasing them and making them want me. And I’d end with “Wild Thing,” where the point was to get completely naked, show them I had turned into a slut that was waiting to be fucked, and to do so in a way that left them wanting more.Then I’d leave the stage, reluctantly, clearly being forced away from them against my will.But most of all, she told me that I should try to create. We all drank a few more pegs and it was soon time to leave for the party.Since it was a Saturday night and it’s peak time, we weren’t able to get a cab to go to the club. The guest list was closing soon so we decided we’d take as many autos and go. We managed to get two autos but there were 7 of us so my friend and I said we’d take two girls with us and go in one of the autos. Since we had to manage 4 of us in the auto I made Kirti sit on my lap.She acted a bit surprised but then smiled and got. Hard to believe that they had only been acquainted for a few days because already it seemed they had known him for ages and missed him when he wasn't around.There was a story here; she was sure of it, and more than just the few facts that dribbled out. She hoped it would get her noticed by the wire services and lead to a job offer to get her out of this one horse town. She had been out to the scene, but outside of a picture of a patch of bare ground surrounded by piles of snow and thick trees,.