One of the security guards asks if I would make an appearance in one of the private rooms to entertain a group of young gentlemen at a bachelor party. I agree and the guard escorts me there. The college kids are fairly drunk on Tequila by the time I arrive. The friends of the groom ask me to give the Man of Honor a lap dance. I agree and they hoot and holler as I rub myself on the groom’s lap.
“I need some air. Can you come outside with me for a minute?” the man asks in a slightly inebriated voice.
“I’ve got to go back to the main floor and make my rounds,” I say.
“Just for a minute. I promise.”
“Well, OK. Just for a minute.”
We go outside in the cold night air and I shiver. He takes me in his arms, holds me by my breasts and kisses me with tenderness.
“You’re the prettiest woman I
