My girlfriend and I work private parties to pick up extra cash from time to time.

One Saturday night we were doing an adult-couples thing. Our duties were to move around the room in various stages of undress, serve drinks, and attend to whatever else the hostess required. The unspoken deal was that Vera and I were to do everything short of having actual sex with the guests.

It was kind of cool, because our job was, I assumed, to loosen them up so they could have a party of their own after Vera and I left. As the night progressed, we were asked to do things like give lap dances both to the men and the women—a request usually made by the other’s spouse. Everyone was having a great time and laughing themselves silly.

You can always tell who the first-timers are at these things; they’re the... Read More