Verity quickly looks round the room. Most of the men are transfixed by the act on stage but the bouncer is leering at her! Struggling to control a rising sense of panic, she decides it’s time for a breather and heads for the toilets.
As Verity turns to go, someone calls out her name above the pounding music. This only exacerbates the sense of being trapped and she stumbles blindly into the next table before knocking over an empty chair. “Toilet?” she gasps to the wide-eyed young barmaid who takes her by the arm and shows her the girls’ facilities.
Connie meanwhile has realised that she has somehow gone too far and ruined the chances of a successful Orgasm Leap. She rushes off the side stage, brushing off Mr van Outen’s “What the fuck?!!” and teeters after Connie shouting Verity’s name through the pandemonium.
“Well, that’s blown it,” says hologram Rick, reading Zigazig. “Looks like that crack-whore scenario’s up an’ running again!”
“Oh, fuck off! “ screams Connie just as she enters the girl’s toilets. “No, I didn’t mean you, Verity, honest.” Connie looks into Verity’s tearful , hurt eyes.
“Did I ruin your act? I’m sorry.” Verity takes a deep breath and holds out her hands.
“No, my fault. I just needed ...” Connie hesitates, “ I needed to …” She goes silent again for what seems an eternity then suddenly kisses Verity delicately on the lips.
Sat Jul 24 05:16:21 2010