I have fond memories of a nightclub in Stoke-on-Trent, England, called 'Valentinos'.
It was a real skank-hole, but at least served me when I was under aged. The place was an an absolute meat-market, and us lads used to go there to try and get laid every Thursday night.
After drinking a bottle of cheap Martini before hand, we used to enter and hang around the perimeter of the dance floor, what a great pulling technique. I remember the first time I went there I actually wore a bloody tie, I looked like a complete prat!
My friend, aptly named Roger, actually lost his cherry in this place, on a sofa near to the fragrant men's toilets. I remember the moment well, being stood at the bar and glancing over towards him, he was there snogging this Welsh girl, the next time I glanced over he was still sat there, except somehow his erect manhood had emerged from his trousers...
He actually managed to lose his virginity before about 13 bouncers circled him in full action. They were both ejected, and he telephoned me the next morning asking for a lift from Wales.
Nice, real nice!
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