The Playboy Advisor
April, 1992
When my husband's brother got married recently, one of his friends arranged for a stripper to entertain at the stag party. The young lady who performed started out in a police uniform on a ruse that the guest of honor was being arrested for unpaid parking tickets. Then she produced a boom box, turned on some raucous music and started peeling---and playing imaginative games with her nightstick. The stripper's performance made a big impression on my husband. He has always liked my body, and someti...
