My boyfriend Chad and I were spending another weekend in the French Quarter.

After barhopping up and down Bourbon Street until well after midnight, we headed back to our hotel. As we passed one of the upscale clubs, we decided to get a nightcap there.

We had just received our drinks when a tall, attractive woman named Tina asked if we wanted a lap dance. We said sure, so she explained the cardinal house rule: We were not allowed to touch her. She pulled back our little table, but instead of dancing for Chad, she stepped in front of me. She spread my legs apart with her own legs, and began her slow, seductive dance quite close to my face. Her little G-string and top covered only enough to keep her out of jail. Hard as I tried to just keep eye contact, I was eating up her body with my eyes.

She was so... Read More