Tamara Lounge

Tamara Lounge

(noun)

No one just gets into the VIP booth at Tamara Lounge in Hayes on Uxbridge Road — you need a connection. And that connection is Tej, Choda’s massive bald cousin who bounces the door. Tej doesn’t do bribes, only jap’s eye tickles. Tej doesn’t take bribes, doesn’t take guest lists — he only accepts one form of currency: a cheeky tickle to his jap’s eye before the night starts. Once Choda pays the toll out back, Tej grins, adjusts his belt, and waves him straight through

Inside, Choda’s still in his hi-viz and steel toes, but he doesn’t care. The mandem are spraying Cîroc like it’s holy water, sparklers burning holes in the faux-leather sofa, and in the centre of it all sits a shisha pipe bubbling white grape flavour thick enough to fog the booth.

Choda grabs the hose like it’s Excalibur, takes the deepest pull known to man, then coughs so violently he projectile-whips his cock clean out of his jeans. Instead of panicking, he doubles down — launches into a helicopter in perfect sync with the shisha bubbles, blowing smoke rings through the spin like a travelling circus act. Aunty on the next table catches it all on Snapchat with the caption “Hayes madness 💨🍇🍆”.

By the end, there’s Red Bull mixed with ash on the floor, naan crumbs in the ice bucket, and Tej’s outside revving the VR6 so loud it shakes the glass.
Example in a sentence:
“Fam, Tamara Lounge VIP was peak — Choda coughed mid-shisha, cock flew out, started helicoptering it through white grape clouds while aunty filmed on Snapchat, and Tej’s outside revving the VR6 like it’s part of the set.”
by BikBoiCoq August 27, 2025
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