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Mike's plane was very late and the hotel at which he had planned to stay gave his room to someone else. He really didn't blame them because he was over eight hours late and he hadn't guaranteed the room. Instead of arriving at ten pm he showed up at six am. Mike asked the desk clerk where he might get a room that early in the morning and the clerk called a local motel. The motel had no vacancies, but the motel clerk knew that a guest would be leaving would be checking out at seven am. The room would be ready by eight am. Mike reserved the room and got directions to the motel. The motel clerk had told Mike that they had a restaurant and he could wait there until the room was ready.
Arriving at the motel, Mike checked his suitcase with the clerk and went to the restaurant for breakfast. He sat down at a table and ordered then began to work using his laptop. An older man, seated across from Mike took an interest in Mike's computer and inquired about it. They struck up a conversation and the man introduced himself as George Player a fellow computer buff. "Well, Mike, I'm into computers too," said George with a grin. They developed a warm initial friendship because of their love for computers and technology. George owned several businesses including a private club with a bar, called the 'Player's Lounge'. The county that they were in was dry, meaning no liquor, beer or wine except at private clubs. One had to be a member or a guest to enter the clubs. "Look, Mike," George told him, "My club is just a couple of blocks down this street. If you want a beer or a cocktail, just knock on the door and tell the barmaid that you're Mike, and they'll let you in. I'll tell the barmaid to expect you and to give you a Guest Card to cover your stay in town."
Mike thanked him, they shook hands and George left. Mike checked in to the motel, showered and changed to go to work. He had a rough business day, but after several long sales presentations he finally closed the deal he had come to town to do. Returning to his motel, he grabbed a quick bite at the restaurant and went to his room. He planned to watch a college football game, but it was a boring game and badly played so he began to surf the channels. Finding nothing interesting on TV he began to leaf through the pamphlets in the room to see what was playing at the movie theatres. By chance he stumbled on an ad for the Player's Lounge. He looked at his watch and it was eight thirty pm. Mike wondered if George had really told the barmaid to expect him. There was only one way to find out he told himself and decided to go check it out.
It was a cool evening and Mike decided to walk since the Player's Lounge was only a few blocks. Arriving, he read the sign that said the entrance was at the back so he walked to the rear of the building and knocked. He waited an inordinate amount of time and was just about to leave when the door opened. A very pretty and tall lady he judged to be in her late twenties or early thirties smiled at him, "Yes?" she said.
"Hi, I'm Mike, George told me…" she smiled and interrupted him in mid sentence.
"Oh, yes, you must be Mike," she said. Mike nodded as she continued, "Well come on in, Mike, I have a Guest Card for you. I'm Esther, nice to meet you." Mike followed her into the softly lighted lounge and sat down at the bar. There were several members drinking and Esther announced, "Gang, this is Mike, a friend of George's." The members waved and said hello as Esther took Mike's order and placed a V.O. and water on the bar in front of him. "First one's on the house, Mike," she grinned. Mike thanked her, raised his glass to Esther and the other members and drank a swallow of the drink. The whiskey was mellow and it went down smoothly as Mike relished the refreshing drink after a hard day.
"Thank you," Mike said to Esther and the others.
"You're welcome, Mike," Esther said just before she dropped a bombshell. "Folks, George said to try and get Mike laid tonight, so let's start thinking up some names." Mike was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears. Even more incredible was the fact that the members were really coming up with names and discussing the women's availability. "Don't worry, hon, we'll find someone soon," said Esther, "we just want to toss out the sluts and find you a nice lay, I mean lady, for tonight," she laughed. Mike was flabbergasted. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine a group of total strangers would be working so hard to find a woman for him. Esther busied herself calling female friends and acquaintances with little luck until she talked with a woman named Patty. She hung up and turned to Mike, "You're in luck, Patty will be here in about an hour and I told her the drill," Esther said grinning. "You'll like Patty, she's a knockout!"
"Now, Esther, you really didn't tell her to come here so I could…" Mike was interrupted again.
