A REAL TREAT
The men were having a few beers in the pub. One of them suddenly said:
“You know guys, next week I am going on a business trip to
“Really?” - reacted one of his drinking companions. “Be sure to visit the brothel in
A couple of weeks passed and one night our traveler appeared again at his regular table at the pub. All his buddies asked excitedly:
“Did you visit the whorehouse in
“Of course I did,” - answered the man.
“And how was it?” - yelled the men. “Tell us, tell us!”
“When I rang the bell, a small window opened and I was asked by a beautiful lady in an evening dress, if I have sufficient funds. Only when I showed her my Letter of Credit from the bank, was I admitted.”
“So you were inside,” - shouted his companions. “What happened next?”
“Two beauty queens took my hat and coat and showed me to a marble bathroom, with taps made of gold and told me to undress. They bathed me in French champagne, gave me a wonderfully relaxing massage and took me into one of their luxuriously appointed bedrooms, with overhead mirrors, closed-circuit television, water-bed and all.”
“All right, so you are primed for action,” clamored the crowd. “Were there any luscious girls?”
“Several. They had me lie on those satin sheets,” - continued our man in a leisurely manner. “Then they shaved off all my body-hair, covered me with whipped cream, decorated it with Maraschino cherries and for good measure, added some Triple Sec liquor.”
His audience seemed to have lost its patience:
“Get to the point!” - they demanded. “What happened next?”
“To tell you the truth, it all looked so delicious, I licked it off myself.”
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