Typical Stag Party Shenanigans in Slovakia
The three of us were sitting in a curtained-off, well lit area at the back of the club. To be honest, as seedy east European jaunts go this place was actually pretty classy.

Myself, Jim and a bloke who was, because of some unfortunate intials, nicknamed J-Lo were about to see some naked acrobatics performed on a little table with a pole going through it.

"Aye, you picked a little stunner there" said Jim as he nudged me in the ribs.

I was uncomfortable enough already at the blatant objectification taking place without Jim providing his usual commentary on "What he'd like to do to woman X" etc. with her spread-eagled right in front of us. The guy was a good friend and a great laugh but he was also a misogynistic fiveskin who occasionally did or said something to make you cringe and whisper to the nearest stranger, "He's not with me." I was praying now would not turn into such an occasion and hoping to the ever merciful zombie Jesus that he didn't try and slap her arse 'cos he thought "she looked like a bit of a goer".

Half way into the routine and all is going well though. There's a bit of light hearted banter between the three of us and Jim seems to be staying on the right side of The Line.

"Oh baby, baby. How was I supposed to know?"

As Britney sang away in the background Jim took a swig of Corona just as our 5'0" performer twirled around upside down with her humungous rubber boots stretched out and clocked him square on the end of the bottle.

It went everywhere.

Jim ran out to deal with his pressing concern: shirt and trousers covered in lime flavoured beer and a bloody mouth. The bouncers however seeing the mess and blood jumped to an entirely different and less pleasant conclusion - certainly where Jim was concerned anyway.

"Get your hands off me, no it's a misunderstanding, I've done nothing wrong!"

A small check behind the curtain and a word with Chun Li and Jim was thankfully saved a severe beating.

"Not bad" I remarked as my jaw started to drop and all higher thought processes vacated my conscious.

"I know," agreed J-Lo. "We didn't even have to pay her extra."
( djtrialprice, Tue 14 Apr 2009, 16:07, Reply)