This time the man in little white pants visits a swingers' club. Will get lucky? Probably not.
Int. In a large dining room in a house. People are gathered around a table in pairs, clad only in their underwear. The man at the head of the dining table stands up to address them all.
Man: OK then (claps hands), I think that’s everybody sorted, now you’re free to go off and..... do your thing.
Everybody vacates the table in male and female pairs, holding hands and looking excited. However, one man is left sitting on his own in his little white pants. He looks slightly disappointed. The man at the head of the table turns to him.
Man: I’m really sorry for this to happen on your first time with us, but we hardly ever get odd numbers, and, quite frankly, no one was particularly keen on sleeping with you tonight. So, no one is that disappointed, well, except for you. It’s quite embarrassing obviously. I mean, you would think coming to a swingers party would be guaranteed sex, wouldn’t you? Or at least a hand job, right? Oh well, these things happen, but don’t let it put you off, eh?
The man looks behind him at a woman who is waiting patiently for him. She smiles and beckons him over.
Man: Right, well, I should be off then. Someone actually chose me, so, erm...see you later.
The man walks away from the table with the woman. The man in his pants sits momentarily before leaving the table. He puts his shoes on and heads for the door.
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