"I'm sorry, Joe," she sighed while driving to work, "but this is how it's got to be – at least till I get it out of my system."

But was it possible ever to get over the need for satisfactory sex? After her experiences with Rossi and Frank, she knew Joe hadn't been doing his job in bed, and she felt she could never settle for second-rate again. Yet she hated the idea of being unfaithful to the man she loved. There had to be a solution somewhere, but until she found it, she was damned well going to enjoy herself.

When she walked onto the floor, Rossi was there and gave her a brief smile of encouragement. Frank really must have bragged her up. Judy went about her duties, and several hours later Rossi approached her. Her heart pounded. Would he have another "assignment" for her?

"Got a customer I want you to treat special," he said. "I guess you know what I mean this time."

"Yes, Mr. Rossi," Judy said smilingly, "I understand perfectly. Which one is he?"

"The shy-looking guy with glasses, over there," Rossi said. "Don't let him fool you, he's a real tiger – and he's loaded with money. Just do like you did last night, take him a drink, talk, and she what he wants."

"Yes," Judy said.

"Oh, and listen, kid," Rossi added, "whatever he wants, no matter how wild – do it. You got that?"

Judy nodded. She took a drink over to the customer's table. He seemed young, perhaps in his mid-twenties, and he looked so average that Judy was disappointed. Short hair, horn-rimmed glasses, perfectly average face and build – there was nothing exciting or unusual about him. In fact he looked like a bore.

"Good evening, sir," Judy said. "Here's a drink on the house. My name is Judy. May I sit with you?"