I was raised in a 'good family', whatever that means. My mother still gives me shit if I swear. I had a few one-night stands in uni but fell in love with a cunt who broke up with me soon after we graduated.
Turned 21, sales job. Job was a pile of shit but paid stupidly well - all men, culture of drinking, poker nights, and strip clubs.
One of the managers in another dept. was only 20, we went out together in Canary Wharf one night. Ended up back at his after a lot to drink and other intoxicants.
He had the bright idea to call a few 'girls', I had no idea that people actually did this shit, it was always just hear say. He called a number which looked like it was saved on his phone. Told them his real name (guess he did it often enough), then started asking me what I wanted like I was ordering a fucking pizza.
I distinctly remember him asking me:
"what you reckon? couple of english birds right?"
They arrived, I remember fucking the WG well - I'm not even sure he was able to get it up.
They left and the next morning (this was a weekday) he was fucking fresh and clean as a daisy, like Jordan Belfort (I'm sure pills were used). I was a wreck - he dragged me in to work & got me through the morning. We had lunch and he was asking me if I was ok with what had happened the night before. Given that he was a manager and should have conducted himself in a more professional manner (I think he was trying to figure out if I would say anything). No chance, MD of the company was a bigger cunt than Piers Morgan.
Whilst at that company, we often punted and would brag to each other about our escapades. It was one of the few good things about the company.