He turned to George. ‘Ever seen one before?’

He shook his head, amazed.

‘You’ll love it, Georgie boy. Great fun.’

He got up from the table and went to the others. Men were putting in money hand over fist. On his own table a pile of money now stood in the centre so George took out his wallet and put twenty pounds in the kitty. That was the average amount men were contributing.

Within minutes, Peter had arranged it all. George was impressed. The bouncers on the door had fifty each to lock up for the duration and the girls themselves had been paid. There was an air of expectancy in the club now.

George had removed his jacket. He licked a film of perspiration from his lips.

The spotlight was back on and two women were standing semi-naked, chatting together and smoking cigarettes while the floor was being set up. The young bridegroom-to-be and one of the warehousemen had been unanimously chosen to be the star performers and all the other men waited with bated breath for the real show to start.

The female impersonator came out with a microphone and announced that he would be the master of ceremonies. The young bridegroom and the warehouseman were stripped naked, the women put their cigarettes out and, plastering professional smiles on their faces, walked on to the stage area, smiling and waving at the audience.

George was mesmerised. The two women knelt down and took the men in their mouths. There were bets going on as to who would ejaculate first. The warehouseman was gripping the woman’s hair and forcing his penis into her mouth. His cronies were shouting with excitement.

‘Go on, my son!’

‘Choke the fucking bitch!’

The warehouseman was making lewd faces and thrusting his hips around, loving the attention.

The young groom-to-be could not even get an erection. He was laughing and at the same time totally embarrassed. Finally, one of the other men at his table got up and, pulling off his trousers, lunged for the girl.

‘Here you are, get hold of that.’

A loud cheer went up.

George watched, entranced, as the women were used by the men. Finally, the female impersonator called an end to everything and the men returned to their tables like conquering heroes.

The two women left the stage exhausted. Their elaborate hairdos were hanging in lank strands and their body make-up was patchy and running with sweat.

All the men were ragging the warehouseman who was now dressing himself amidst shouting and swearing.

George sat among them. The show had excited him. His eyes were red-rimmed now and feverish. He had shouted himself hoarse along with all the other men.

In his wildest dreams he had never envisaged anything quite like this. For the first time in his life George was sharing his pastime with others. Others who were enjoying themselves with him.