I used to stay with a couple of male friends there in preference to a hotel. Charlie and Nick, (nickname “horse” for obvious reasons), were divorc...d and perpetually horny. They frequented a local strip joint and were not averse to using the services of prostitutes to take care of their needs. Like me, they were in their early fifties. Good bastards.One evening I told them about the movie and the fact nobody other than Steve, Chrissy and I had ever watched it. How I had always fantasized about. "Mac looked a little uncomfortable. He saw where this was leading. "Youdon't think there is any thirty million dollars." What did they offer, Mac? A ten percent finders fee?"Mac squirmed in his chair. "Eight percent," he murmured softly."You should have held out for ten," I told him. "Even at that, I hopethere's a minimum fee if no money is recovered, because I think that'sall we're going to get." There is," Mac told me, "but why are you so sure there's no money here?" Because the only way. As I sit there stunned you get out of your chair and walk around behind me and ask if you still want to proceed with the interview knowing what might be required of me. I think about it for a minute and then say yes I want to go forward knowing that this position has a better pay and benefits the sexual aspects are just a bonus. After I say yes you tell me to stand up and face you, when I do you start to unbutton my blouse and tell me that the last part of the interview is to see if I’ll be. My previous posts talked about how I got involved. With this post I'll try to talk about why.When I look back, getting involved was simply a matter of meeting a guy who exposed me to it. At first it was following his lead. Over time though it turned into something I enjoyed. For the most part, it was more about curiousity and naughtiness. It was scary and exciting. At first, I felt more like it was happening around me. Something that others were doing, not me. I just happened to be around it. I.