I was in love with a husband, but he wasn’t my spouse. The Stetson man belonged to a distinguished woman around his age. I had been forewarned by almost everyone who knew about us: the Stetson man’s wife had a reputation that preceded her for being really mean. She had married the Stetson man when he was young and poor—he wasn’t a self-made man, they were a self-made couple. She had assisted in amassing their fortune, and she wasn’t going to make my life easy once she found out about me.
The Stetson man’s birthday rolled around and he asked me to go to Las Vegas with him to celebrate. This trip would be different from all our other air traveling, because for this one I would fly on his private plane, right out in the open as the Stetson man’s guest. As I’ve mentioned before, I hadn’t done this previously for fear that his wife would see my name on the manifest. I thought this would still be too risky and had to have him reassure me; he insisted it was OK.
I was a nervous wreck before the flight. I didn’t want or need any trouble, especially from his wife. Upon arriving at the airport, his pilots both eyed me up and down before depositing my luggage. They both stayed in the cockpit with the door closed for the duration of the flight.
During the flight, I asked the Stetson man what he would like for his birthday—what do you buy for the man who has everything? After much conversation and much prodding, he finally told me what he wanted, and I could not have been more shocked. The Stetson man wanted to do something he had never done before. He had never been to a strip club, and he wanted me to take him to one and lead the way. I ended up being responsible for many of his “firsts.”
After landing in Las Vegas and dismissing the pilots, the celebrations began. Our favorite limousine driver was waiting for us, the driver we had for each and every trip. The Stetson man would pay for this man to be available for us all weekend; it was quite a luxury. We shopped, we played blackjack, we ate, and we made love. It was a typical weekend with the Stetson man. He bought me many new clothes, and I chose one of my new outfits to wear to the strip club.
Our first stop was the Playboy Club at the top of the Palms Casino. Although there was a line, we were chosen to go in right away. I never waited in any lines when I was on the arm of the Stetson man. We rode the elevator up; I had no idea what to expect. It was dark, but nice. We played blackjack at a fifty-dollar table, and after a few hours, we decided it was time for his birthday present to begin. We asked the pit boss which strip club was the best, and he gave us a name.
Our limo driver dropped us off at the recommended strip club…