The summer after my junior year in college, I worked for a catering company, waitressing and doing occasional prep.

This entailed nights and weekends at some of the most gorgeous and exclusive homes in town, and sometimes in the lush estates outside the city, too. There was no end to the decadence around me: from the gourmet food we served, to the lavishly dressed guests, the regal historic houses and the sexual proclivities of our very rich patrons.

I will not lie; I have changed some of the names and some details of my story because I would not want to jeopardize myself by exposing some of my former city’s most upstanding citizens — even though I no longer live in there. Though I’m back often enough for business. And yes, it’s still as decadent as ever.

Almost 20 years ago,... Read More