I must have missed the sign on the side of the road telling me I was 15 miles from the love shack. It really must have been faded.
And I had brought my jukebox money.
Utopia, in its day the premier swingers club in the Midlands. Alas I turned up after it had suffered its 2nd fire in 4 years. ( I shall leave my gimp mask in the car then)
Bang, bang, bang on the door baby
A proper DERP, the acrid stench of fire damage still in the air, the surfaces dirty to the touch.
Judging by the number of lockers the word “clusterfuck” comes to mind as well as “clothes optional”
Not the sort of “doll” I was expecting to come across
I trust he used copious amounts of lube, people don’t try this at home!
Crappy art work to appear upmarket
Lampshades chintzy
The headless bunny and the China teacup, in a fucking sex club?
The Dr.will see you now Miss Jones.....
........do you mind if I just sit here and watch?
And of course if Billy no mates turns up he can always “amuse”himself. But ffs, if ya can’t cop off in a sex club!!!
Can’t believe Fisherprice made butt plugs. You learn something new every day
Sauna looks a bit small....
..... the water closet looks large
So it’s ok to bugger a complete stranger, but don’t you go smoking where you shouldn’t
Looks like Hannah and Robert travelled at least a 200 mile round trip to enjoy themselves.
The sort of place where everyone is hugging and kissing, practically naked as it’s as hot as an oven, the whole place shimmies with people moving round, and getting into the groove, hell they are even queuing up just to get down in this funky little shack
Me? It’s time for me to search for glitter on the highway, with big thanks to one of the greatest pop ensembles ever. 😉
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