A few weeks ago my wife, Miranda, announced she’d gotten a part-time job.

Not being a very inquisitive guy, I congratulated her and moved on. The extra money was nice, and I didn’t feel a need to ask questions.

Then one night a bunch of guys from work invited me to join their buddy’s bachelor party. Since they had been excitedly jabbering about a live sex show all day, I didn’t need much convincing. Miranda was working that night anyway, so there was no real reason I needed to be home.

After work, we hit the lounge the guys had rented for the night. The space was small with plenty of leather armchairs all circled around a single center platform. The stage was covered in a thick bed of comforters. A bunch of pillows lay scattered across the top. Above the platform hung a massive... Read More