Perfectly harmless fun ... or so I thought.
The weekend started out fine until someone (no names, remember?) decided to open the complimentary bottle of wine in our suite (how did that get there, anyway?) The next thing I knew, we were sitting in the club, being entertained by shiny, buff, extremely-talented young men. My favorite was the policeman. His handcuffs were the shiniest.
As he slung his billy club, I felt a nudge beside me. "Here, Mia." Jane handed me a twenty. "I can't do it." Did I hesitate? NO! I took that twenty, marched up to the stage and showed the sexy officer just how much I appreciated his civil service. Unfortunately, all that gyrating made me dizzy. Or maybe it was the wine. Anyway, I excused myself and headed for the ladies room. Halfway down the hallway, I ran into Sergeant Heartthrob himself, guns-a-blazing.
"Are you lost?" he asked.
I hiccuped. "No. Are you?"
He smirked. "Where are you going?"
"The ladies room. It was here the last time I checked."
"You are lost," he said. "You're backstage."
Fire burnt my cheeks (or was that hormones?) "Oh, God."
He took me gently by the elbow and nudged me back the way I came, turning left this time instead of right. I think. Whatever direction it was I ended up in front of the ladies room.
"Thank you," I said, desperately wanting to disappear inside.
He turned to leave, shining his fabulous assets at me. "No problem. By the way, thanks for the tip."
The moral of the story: Tipping a policeman could turn out to be an (cardiac) arresting experience.
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