So Saturday night at the club, several of the ladies were chatting about the lifestyle and their spouses.
One of them, a relative newcomer to the scene, was complaining that her husband expected the most beautiful ladies at the club to seek him out and service him-- even though he made no effort to ingratiate himself.
Finally, she blurted: "The only way he'll get a blow job is if he pulls out his American Express card!"
The other ladies looked blank for a moment, and I burst out laughing.
"Well, actually," I replied,"we generally prefer cash!"
Moral of this story: there's no such thing as a free munch.
I love being a provider!