Reminds me of a couple of 'gronk' incidents
1) '79, Lympstone - just about to Pass Out. Squad PU included (as usual) a stripper. Que line of soon-to-be Royals at a door marked 'Private' where said stripper was 'dispensing favours'. One, rather drunk, naive and young recruit (about 10th in the line) is exceptionally fast in the little room.
"Well? Did you doo the deed?"
"Err, no! I didn't fancy her so I just got a snog."
"Oh! We've all been getting BJs off her!!"
Recruit promptly gaggs and lays a kit muster
Mid '80s, Plymouth Union Street, horrible, huge bird nicknamed Bertha - used to prey on young Marines and was not adverse to beating the crp out of them if they refused to do the deed (she was truly a monster!!!). I remember having to rescue my mate from her clutches and running up Union Street with her in hot persuit, broken beer bottle in each hand!!
Skip forwards 20 years - working at a bar in Sittingbourne, talking to some of the lads. One mentions that they have just come back from working in Plymouth, then admits he got smacked by some woman. A brief description confirmed - Bertha is alive and well and still patrolling Union Street!!!!