Reminds me of my own piercing story from Dubai.
One of our number holidayed in Thailand and shamelessly returned with explicit stories of what could be done with the human anatomy. He had a 20 page photo album of Thai Ladyboys and their beauty made us all question our sexuality. He returned from one trip to Bangkok with gonorrhea of the mouth and Jack exclaimed “They’re supposed to do it to you, not the other way around !”
The fully clothed cowgirl then produced a yellow Marigold, smeared it with KY and proceeded to jerk Jacks joystick. Another $300 was demanded for the “limo” ride and 10 minutes later with still aching balls and $500 lighter, Jack was returned to the airport.
Who was shagging who was the usual topic of conversation and somehow we found out the reason for Tattoo guys absence. He’d adorned his scrotum with rings and after showering, a vigorous and hurried towelling had caught his rings and he’d ripped his ball bag causing massive blood loss. There wasn’t a man in the building whose scrotum didn’t shrink after hearing that tale. Sprayed coffee and choking guffaws were common symptoms for those who hadn’t heard the story.
“Get Out” said the captain. “What?“ says me, somewhat surprised. “Get out and send her up here !”.
Disappointed, I returned to my seat and did as commanded. The now vacant seat next to me was taken by the beautiful flight attendant who handed me a bit of paper with her name and layover hotel in Singapore. I’m pretty sure the skipper of that flight got his oats in Singapore(or before?), so happiness all round, particularly as it wasn’t me who wrapped his pubes around a clitoral ring.