The agent for a beautiful actress discovered one day
she had been selling her body at a hundred dollars
a night. The agent, who had long lusted for her,
hadn't dreamed that she had been so easily obtainable.
He approached her, told her how much she turned him
on, and how much he wanted to make it with her.
She agreed to spend the night with him, but said he
would have to pay her the same hundred dollars that
the other customers did. He scratched his head,
considered it, and then asked, "Don't I even get my
agent's ten percent as a deduction?"
"No siree," she said. "If you want it, you're going to
have to pay full price for it, just like the other Johns."
The agent didn't like that at all, but he agreed.
That night, she came to his apartment after her
performance at a local night club. The agent did
her at midnight, after turning out all the lights.
At 1 A.M., she was awakened again. Again she was
vigorously done. In a little while, she was awakened
again, and again she was made love to again. The
actress was impressed with her lover's vitality.
"My goodness," she whispered in the dark, "you are
so virile. I never realized how lucky I was to have
you for my agent."
"I'm not your agent, lady," a strange voice answered.
"He's at the darn door selling tickets."