The agent for a beautiful actress discovered one day she had been
selling her body at a hundred dollars a night. The agent, who had
long lusted for her, hadn't dreamed that she had been so easily
obtainable. He approached her, told her how much she turned him
on, and how much he wanted to make it with her.

She agreed to spend the night with him, but said he would have to
pay her the same hundred dollars that the other customers did. He
scratched his head, considered it, and then asked, "Don't I even
get my agent's ten percent as a deduction?"

"No siree," she said. "If you want it, you're going to have to
pay full price for it, just like the other Johns."

The agent didn't like that at all, but he agreed.

That night, she came to his apartment after her performance at a
local night club. The agent did her at midnight, after turning
out all the lights.

At 1 A.M., she was awakened again. Again she was vigorously done.
In a little while, she was awakened again, and again she was made
love to again. The  actress was impressed with her lover's
vitality.

"My goodness," she whispered in the dark, "you are so virile. I
never realized how lucky I was to have you for my agent."

"I'm not your agent, lady," a strange voice answered. "He's at
the darn door selling tickets."