Last week, a 60 plus year old woman checked into the Four Seasons in Palm Beach and was a bit lonely.
She thought, “I’ll call one of those men you see advertised in phone books for escorts and sensual massages.”
She looked through the phone book, found a full page ad for a guy calling himself Damon – a very handsome man with assorted physical skills flexing in the photo.
He had all the right muscles in all the right places, thick wavy hair, long powerful legs, dazzling smile, six pack abs and, she felt, a well oiled butt…. You get the picture.
She figured, what the heck, she’ll give him a call. “Hello, ma’am, how may I help you?” . . .
Oh my, she thought, he sounded sooo sexy! Afraid she would lose her nerve if she hesitated, she said,
“Hi, I hear you give a great massage. I’d like you to come to my room number 420 at the Four Seasons Hotel and give me one.
No, wait, I should be straight with you. I’m in town all alone and what I really want is sex. I want it hard, I want it hot and I want it now. Bring implements, toys, rubber, leather, whips, everything you’ve got in your bag of tricks.
We’ll go hot and heavy all night – tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream, anything and everything baby. Now how does that sound?”
He says, “Oh my God … That sounds absolutely fantastic. But, Mrs. Taylor, you need to press 9 for an outside line.”