No

"Tell you what," John said, slapping Bebe's butt. "Why don't you get...twelve strangers to fuck you up the ass, and give five more rimjobs, then come back here. Then we can start fixing your desire to be an anal slut."

"Okay," Bebe said. "Can I at least get dressed first?"

"Of course."

Bebe got dressed and headed out. John had another celebrity client in. Unlike Bebe, she hadn't chosen to hide her identity over the phone.