It's Tough Out There for a Pimp

Back in college, I got one hell of a lot of action, thanks to my buddy Pam.

Not actually from Pam, mind you. But from her friends.

Pam was a drinkin' buddy of mine. Lived down the hall. Nice smile. Great ass. Dating a guy back home in Orange, CT, and faithful to a fault. But when her female pals came up to visit... let's just say Pam was good about hooking her boys up.

"Hey, Jennifer, this is Ken! He's from Boston."

"Toni. Come meet my buddy Ken. He's really cool."

"Mary, Ken. Ken, Mary."

I can't say exactly how many of her friends I banged, but it was a goodly amount. Until one day, perhaps fueled by alcohol, she called me and my buddies on it. "I'm like your fucking pimp, for chrissakes!" and she stormed out of the room, even though we'd swear she started this whole sordid routine. We were just a bunch of testosterone pumping, Heineken guzzling dudes looking for an easy score. And she was more or less bringin' 'em right to our doorstep.

She never brought 'em around after that blowout, though. And no one really had the balls to ask her if she had any other friends from back home we hadn't nailed yet. But it did get me thinking: Are there a lot of women out there who will actually hook up their guy pals in such a fashion? They've been pretty rare in my experience. Once Pam closed up shop, the pimpin' wasn't easy.