Club 18-22

It was just before nine when Miguel woke Sandra and Irene. They had managed to fall asleep on the bathroom floor with the double ended dildo still inside themselves after drinking far more delicious complimentary 35% proof Orange juice and Vodka than was wise.

Even the vinegar on the Fish and Chip was 35% proof as was the salad dressing they ate previously.

"Come, is party, have fun!" he said.

The girls struggled into their maids outfits, they seemed rather tight and showed their tits and vaginas but Miguel said not to worry, so they didn't.

Darkness had fallen as he led them downstairs to the function room, "Would you mind serve drinks, keep in character."

"What character?" Sandra asked.

"A sexy maid of course!" Irene observed, "Where's some cock?"

They were surprised that everyone had a Yorkshire accent except Sebastian and Justin who talked 'like that prat Cameron off of the Telly,' as Irene observed. and that boys, or rather men, outnumbered girls about six to one.

Sandra looked round, there was a dining table, with a girl lying on her back, legs spread wide as a man dressed only in a shirt energetically screwed her. There was a pool table with a girl lying on her back, legs spread wide as a man dressed in only a leather jacket screwed her, there was a couch where a girl perched awkwardly knees spread wide as a man dressed in a business suit with his trousers down gently screwed her.

"Fucking hell it's a knocking shop!" Sandra observed.

"Bring it on, they're gorgeous, who's next?" Irene observed through alcohol clouded judgement.

"We are," Thomas and Gerald announced, "We do everything together." Irene looked at the two lads wearing only Tee shirts with 'Grimethorpe Colliery,' in white lettering on black as they ogled her, their cocks already condom clad while Gerald carried a bottle of red lube.

"Including fuck, but not each other, always a girl." they explained.

"Look, I've never done anal," Irene admitted.

"Except with that Butt plug," Sandra teased, "You should have seen her, the things she'd do for a Ten quid bet!"

"All right," Irene agreed don't be so," but Tom and Gerry were surrounding her, bending her back for Tom to enter her vagina and then forward for Gerry to force his well lubed erection into her tight unyielding anus.

"God she tight!" Gerry complained.

"Aggghh!" Irene protested and then suddenly with a blinding pain he was inside her.

Pain melded to pleasure as the full joy of two cocks filing her seeped through her drunken consciousness as she raised her legs and wrapped them around Tom for maximum pleasure as they moved slowly around the room while double fucking her.

Sandra meanwhile was serving drinks, "Get that down thee cock," she suggested to a middle aged greying chap wearing a green cardigan and little else.

"I'd rather cock you," he said diffidently.

"So what you waiting for, me mate's doing two at a time I got catching up to do," Sandra explained, and when he reached for a condom she protested, "We don't have time for that do me!big boy!"

Sandra dragged the man to the floor and tried to spear herself on his slightly soft erection.

Her actions were not unnoticed and a small crowd formed as she struggled to persuade his somewhat limp dick to enter her, not all were impressed as Justin and Sebastian were about to discover.

"For gods sake Sebastian," Algy Basset-Fosdyke his fag from Eton interjected, "No condie, that's not on old chap, not on at all!"

"No, sorry old chap, can't get the staff, I'll warn her." Sebastian agreed.

"Don't warn her sack her old chap, don't want Aids eh what, do we?" Algy insisted.

"No, you're right," he agreed and with Justin's help he lifted a protesting Sandra off her now extremely embarrassed lover.

"Take her to her room!" Justin hissed.

"Not without me mate," Sandra insisted, "Who's up for an all nighter?"

Alan and Tom from Pontefract stepped forward, "You want company?" Al asked.

"I want a stiff cock," Sandra explained.

"Oi, whats your game," Irene protested when Justin tapped her on the shoulder and politely explained she would have to leave, "They're kicking us out," she explained to Tom and Gerald as they changed ends.

"Then we're going too!" they insisted.

The girls room seemed very cramped with four men and two girls, the men took turns with the girls and watched TV between times until at some stage they had Miguel let them out.

Sandra and Irene had long since drifted off into a contented sleep, their pussies throbbing and anus' sore from the days activities.

The girls woke eventually, people were looking at them, flights were being announced, they were lying on a luggage trolley at Manchester Airport and as they told the policeman who woke them and then arrested them for being drunk in a public place they had no idea how they got there.

They could have checked the CCTV and seen Justin and Miguel carry them in but they accepted a Police caution and that was the end of it.

Equally mysterious were the refund checks in their handbags from Club 18-22 and a letter confirming they had been too drunk to fly and were requested not to apply for club 18-22 holidays ever again.

"How are we going to explain to our parents?" Sandra asked as she fumbled with her belongings as the police let her out of the cell as she sobered up.

She found an extra hundred pounds she didn't remember having in her purse and found Irene had the same.

"What are we going to do?" Irene asked as memories came flooding back, "Oh god, we never got to Spain did we?" she asked, "I brought Dads passport by mistake!"

"Best thing," Sandra suggested, "Get a bus to Blackpool and find a couple of fit lads that can give us a bed for the night."

"Genius!" Irene agreed, "Where's the bar I need a drink!"

To be continued?

This is a work of fiction, (honest,) and all firms, corporations and character's are entirely fictitious.