He took a tentative sip as she offered him one of the flutes. He tried desperately to look anywhere but her gorgeous body. And that's when he realized something odd was happening. She failed to mention her peculiar...expansive reaction to campaign and sexual frustration. Needless to say, Ben would be earning his tip tonight.



It was Ben's first night on the job when he got called up to the penthouse suite--an order of champagne and the code to enter the room. What was the celebration he wondered? He had seen Mr.Stonewall leaving the hotel in a huff this morning, surely they hadn't made up already. No, as he waded into the lion's den he found himself face to face with the long legged Madam of the penthouse.