‘Are we all ready?’ Pippa asked, clapping her hands together. ‘Let’s go find out what Dangler Dan has to offer!’
Following Mim, they filed into a packed, sweaty room that was a sea of pink feather boas and flashing deely boppers, which were bouncing along to the song ‘I Predict a Riot’.
‘If it wasn’t for our pregnant hen, I could cause a riot,’ Pippa giggled.
‘Behave! Actually, have you seen Eleni? She looks rather pale,’ observed Elle.
‘Possibly tired,’ suggested Pippa.
‘I can hear you! Honestly, I’m fine, really. I’m just grateful that you haven’t made me dress up in a stupid outfit or pinned learner plates all over me,’ chipped in Eleni, pointing towards another hen that hadn’t escaped the embarrassing torture.
‘There’s time yet – let’s see what I have in here…’ Felicity pretended to rummage in her bag. ‘Only joking!’
Everyone’s spirits were high and after they’d managed to fight their way to the bar they found a vacant space to stand.
‘I think I need to sit down,’ Eleni said, fanning herself with a beer mat while Mim grabbed a chair from a nearby table. ‘It’s so hot in here. I’m going to overheat.’
‘Here, have this,’ Mim offered.
‘It’s going to get even hotter when Dangler Dan makes an appearance,’ added Pippa, taking a sip from her wine glass.
The music suddenly stopped and the lights dimmed. There was a loud cheer and as the waiting crowd began to chant, an unruly group of women surged towards the stage.
Pippa raised an eyebrow, laughing as she grabbed Elle’s hand and pulled her towards the crowd.
‘What are you doing?’
‘We’re getting the best view.’
Elle snagged a glance over her shoulder. Isla, Jenny, Irene, Eleni and Mim were still standing at the back of the room, while Florrie and Felicity had totally disappeared.
‘Where have those two gone?’ Elle murmured, standing on her tiptoes and trying to spot them over a sea of deely boppers.
‘Forget them. Come on!’ They carried on snaking their way through the crowd until they managed to land a prime spot right at the front of the stage.
‘Why are we waiting, why-y are we waiting?’ the crowd chanted, the whole room vibrating as everyone stamped their feet.
‘So will Dangler Dan be a fireman, a construction worker or a—’
As the music struck up and the curtains lifted, Pippa screamed. ‘Policeman!’
Elle laughed at the helmet tipped over his eyes and the huge truncheon he carried in his hand. He’d packed his muscly upper half into a very tight shirt and his thighs were bulging through his trousers.
‘Now that’s what you call orgasmic,’ stated Pippa.
‘I have to admit he’s rocking that look.’ Elle nodded approvingly.
‘He is undeniably a damn fine-looking man.’ Pippa observed, not taking her eyes off him.
He began to slowly unbutton his shirt and when it finally hit the floor, the girls went wild.
‘The hormones in here are on fire. If he’s not careful, they’ll be carrying his charred body from that stage before this song finishes,’ Elle exclaimed.
He turned to face the crowd. ‘Off, off, off,’ they screamed as he launched his hat into the crowd.
As the hat sailed over them, their eyes followed it and they watched a group of women push and shove each other to claim the prize.
‘Jeez, it’s carnage – they were nearly fighting for real!’ Elle exclaimed.
