By the time Linda came back into the club without Mum I was all but wriggling on my chair. I was aching for some attention and Sandy and I had gone back to spotting good-lookers in the crowd, eliminating them one by one and contemplating the rest. If nothing else happened I knew there was a particularly large dildo with my name on it at home (literally with my name on it, written on the base) but there's nothing like flesh against flesh. Wet flesh, preferably.

"You two enjoy the show?" Linda leered as she sauntered up. Seriously, this woman could leer like a champion. All of the rampant sexuality...