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By Virginia Vitzthum

Nov. 16, 1999 | Pam had just started working in a small division of a huge firm when she found out that Phil, the division vice president, spent most of his office hours downloading porn from the Internet. Pam teased and encouraged him, and Phil realized the new secretary was a godsend, not one to screech "sexual harassment" over every little dirty joke or picture. Soon the two were talking about "every sex thing imaginable," Pam says, but it became clear that while he haunted chat rooms and strip clubs, Phil remained physically faithful to his wife. Pam wasn't talking with her old boyfriend Dick anymore, and Phil became the new audience for her debauchery.

One morning in Phil's office, Pam recounted the previous night's pickup, then blurted, "I bet I could have sex for money." Delighted, Phil said, "I bet you could." Her silence surprised him, so he escalated: "I could arrange that for you." Pam recalls, "We went back and forth, figuring out if we were joking. And then he said, 'OK, but if I set you up, you have to tell me everything that happens.'"

Phil arranged a date with an accountant named Todd who'd worked at the office a few years earlier. But Phil didn't come out and tell him that Pam was for sale. Instead he dropped hints like, "Pam's a very sexual person. She'll go out to dinner and she'll probably do what you want." At this point, Pam had already broached paying for sex with some of the men she picked up in bars. "I'd see if they wanted a one-night stand, then I'd bring it up very cheekily, sort of sarcastic." None had taken her seriously thus far.

Todd picked her up from the office, and Pam was disappointed: "He was in his late 40s, an anal-retentive bookkeeper coming out to be with someone younger and sexy." They talked about their careers over dinner and Todd mentioned Phil's porn obsession. Pam said, "I know that you like it too, Todd, and I like that fine." She felt like she was stepping into a character, she says, "but unfortunately I feel like I'm playing a role on most dates."

They went back to his house and sat on the porch while Pam thought furiously about how to bring up the money. Todd finally said, "I think you're very good-looking and sexy, it'd be nice to have sex with you," and Pam asked, "Would you pay for it?"

Virginia Vitzthum Virginia Vitzthum's column appears every other Tuesday in the Urge edition of Health & Body + Archives

Todd sputtered, "What did you say?" Pam pressed on, "I think it would be nice too, but usually when I have sex with people, they pay for it." Todd asked, "Really? So you have a lot of guys?" Pam began to embellish her fantasy. "Well, I don't do it religiously," she said, "but it's my family's extra money."

Todd asked, "Will you do what I want you to do?" Pam assented and they moved inside to his leather couch. They began kissing and Pam noticed a pristine white bed through an open door. She understood she would not be invited into the bed when Todd said, "I want you to suck my cock." Pam obliged "how I thought a prostitute would, ripping his pants off and giving him a great blow job -- and swallowing. He'd been fondling me, but he stopped touching me after I started the blow job."

After she finished, Todd said, "That's great, you give great blow jobs." They smoked a cigarette and Pam rose to leave. Todd handed her a $20 bill. Pam's disappointment showed on her face, and Todd stammered, "Is everything OK, is that right?" Though Pam had wanted $75, she couldn't bring herself to say so directly and instead said, "You know, that's not how it usually works for me." Todd, who was probably a money virgin, too, either didn't understand or pretended not to.

The next day, Pam told Phil about the evening, and he shouted with laughter. "Oh my God, you asked him for money? That's great, my CPA stuck his cock down your throat and you asked him for money!" Pam and Phil giggled all day at work. This is her favorite part of the story. "I certainly got a kick out of doing the taboo thing and telling Phil, and I liked knowing the secret about Todd," she laughs.

Of this, her first trick, she exults: "I won because I made him pay for sex, and he kept calling me; he wanted it more." But she didn't return his calls. Why? "I didn't like him because he was willing to pay for sex," she says, seemingly unaware of the inherent contradiction of her position.

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