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This week, I’m somewhere in the Mediterranean, stretched out on the deck of a mega yacht worth more than most people will earn in a lifetime. Not bad for a girl who still knows how to have fun. The owners hired me to help showcase the yacht for a private demonstration. A handful of wealthy entrepreneurs and investors came aboard for a day of sunshine, crystal-blue water, and complimentary cocktails that I served while wearing a tiny black bikini. The yacht was supposed to be the star of the show. It didn’t exactly work out that way. I was forbidden fruit to these men; the rules were that they could look, but they couldn’t touch. These men get anything they want for a price; it’s not so fun when they’re denied the prize.
