One night, I have just finished my work out. Once again, my work out is viewed by several workout groupies who wear outfits that would make a street walking whore blush. Unfortunately, the little girls fall shy of the age of consent and I have plans for the next 20 years of my life, thus I ignore them. When the little vixens try verbal abuse, I'm able to come back with such verbal gems as, "Now, now, children, any more language like that and I'll have to report you to your home room teacher."

One evening, when I shower, dress and get out of the men's dressing room, I'm confronted by my financial planning dream lady and she asks me, "Are you going to report me to my home room teacher?"

I say smoothly, "In your case, I think that one-on-one counseling would be best." To my shock, the lady asks, "Why don't we do it over coffee?"

We then go to a little diner across the street and wind up in a booth at the back. It seems that the lady, Juliette by name, has a problem.

Juliette says, "I work as a Financial Planner. I have noticed you at the after work professional group meetings. I was then somewhat shocked to find that you work out with the Barbarians, at the gym."

I laugh and say, "Actually, the one thing has nothing at all to do with the other."

Juliette says, "Well, I have a problem and both areas of your skill are needed to maybe solve the problem."

"That sounds unlikely, but extremely interesting."

Juliette sighs and says, "I work as a Financial Planner, just as you do. However, I work for another company and I can only say, 'Thank God!' I currently have a number of wealthy, eccentric clients. They provide the possible foundation for my very own business. The clients are women and they want me to attend a Halloween party, before they sign up as my clients. However, there's a problem."

I jump in, "Let me guess, the party will get a little wild, maybe a lot wild, and you need a bodyguard."

Juliette says, "Yes, the potential client women have mostly all just broken up with lovers and they and the lovers will try to use the party to show that they are better off without the former lover and also that they're in a better situation than the former lover. I suspect that there will be some group sex and maybe even some public sex."

I grin, "All of this sexual tension against the background of a drunken brawl?"

Juliette says, "Yes, the situation seems to be destined to get out of hand and I need protection. Big Jim, I'm an adult and I have had a few men. However, I can't cope with the idea of sex with multiple men at the party. Especially I can't cope with public sex with multiple men."

"If I may make a wild guess here, you'll be the best looking lady at the party and the man or men who manage to have sex with you will be able to one up their former lover. If a man or men manage to have public sex with you they may even 'two up' their former lover. Thus, you see yourself headed for a public gang bang at the party."

Juliette sighs and says, "To save time, we'll just imagine that I go through the obligatory, 'little me?' routine, but unfortunately, yes, that's pretty much the situation."

"Okay, I'm big enough and strong enough to beat the crap out of enough of the would be gang bang boys and prevent what you fear. However, along with black and blue bruises, I would then also leave bruised feelings. Leaving possible clients and/or client friends with bruised feelings isn't a good way to start a business."

Juliette says, "True enough, but I can't face a gang bang and especially I can't face a public gang bang. There has to be some way to solve the problem."

I muse, "I imagine that the ladies' costumes at the party will be rather explicit?"

Juliette sighs and says, "I have talked with the other ladies and I can see a lot of costumes that will be just short of total nudity to start with and will probably wind up as total nudity before the evening is done."

"I have an idea that will work. However, I don't know if it's the kind of thing you want to do."

Juliette says, "The alternative seems to be a gang bang and, quite possibly a public gang bang. Thus, I'm prepared to be a bit flexible here."

"All right imagine this, you walk into the party with a topless costume that shows damn near everything. I also wear a costume that shows damn near everything. In your case, the boys want to get what they see. In my case, the boys definitely don't want to get what they see, in a hand-to-hand combat situation with me. You then get to greet the potential client ladies, who notice your extreme costume with envy and may well want what they see in me. The men hang back since they don't want to Halloween bob for a punch in the face. As you do the necessary social interaction with the potential customer ladies, you hang all over me. I do the touchy feely thing and we both get very excited. We then get the sex started for the evening, since you obviously have to have sex at the party, as all the other ladies will be having sex at the party. Once we have sex, I pick you up and carry you off. Because of my appearance, no one will stop me and we're out of the party, having touched all of the bases. You came to the party, you were definitely seen at the party and you conquered, only to be conquered by Hercules. Since Hercules is so large and muscular, your leaving was certainly no fault of yours."

Juliette says, "Oh lord, your plan seems to work, although I could very easily do without the public sex. However, at least most of the other ladies will have public sex, it seems that I must do the same thing. However, exactly what sort of costumes do you envision here?"

"Perhaps surprisingly, the same costume for each of us. We'll each wear a fake buckskin Indian style crotchless loin cloth."

Juliette thinks for a bit and then says, "Well, actually the loin cloths don't have to be ... Oh lord, you mean doggie style in public?"

"Yes, of course. The seemingly revealing loin cloths will pretty much cover most of the action and there's no need for stripping in preparation for sex."