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The Agent
The agent of a beautiful actress discovered one day that the actress
had been selling her body for 100 dollars a night. The agent, who had
long lusted after 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 that he would have to
pay her the same 100 dollars that the other customers did.
He scratched his head, considered it, and then asked, "Don't I even
get my agent's 10% 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
nightclub. The agent did her at midnight, after turning out all the
lights.
At 1 a.m., she was awakened again. And 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
door selling tickets."
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