Well, one more time to get in the crowded elevator like a silly goose and get peopled, Sally Sue told herself as with a bright smile she approached two young men at the bar. To their right was an older man with the look of a lecher, and she knew he would be a problem, but her life was filled with those. If he got really out of line, she could hit the bleep button while the bouncer did his thing, but Sally Sue was aware she had to put up with some indignities in this type of work. The sponsor would not be at all happy to have the sounds of a customer being heaved out of Jacque's Trap being broadcast live and direct. She could see no others along the bar or at booths who looked good for openers. From her studio Sally Sue had picked this pair because they seemed to be in a happy mood and obviously weren't drunk. If she could spend a few minutes chatting with them and the talk went out on the lounge's amplifiers, it would loosen up others and she'd have a shot at more interviews.

"Hi, how'd you like to be on the Sally Sue Show!" she said, squeezing between them, the mike turned on. "Real live radio! And where are you handsome guys from… if your wives don't know you're out, you can give somebody else's names, you know?"

"I'd like to be on you!" the older man said in a blurred voice from several feet away.

Sally Sue Bennett had heard the line many times before, and instinctively hit the bleep button just before the You, and with a professional smile pulled a chuckle retort from her bank as she said, "Well, hi! You look just like Cesar Romero, but a lot younger. I have another half hour to do this show… and I guess we're both here for the same thing, really. Aren't we?"

"You bet, baby," the older man said eagerly, hardly believing that this tall, raven-haired girl disc jockey would go for him… but he wasn't so old, and in bed with her he could fuck off five pounds a night! And to think he could pull her from two young, handsome studs! Well, there were some who liked older men. "We want the same thing!"