So anyway, I'm on my knees, surrounded by naked and semi-naked men, preparing to sink the tube down a guy's throat. My partner is on the other side, pumping away. The only light is coming from a giant TV off in the distance, porn, I think, from the sound of things, but I don't hear any feminine moans, just grunts and the like.
The fire crew arrives, to the delight of the assembled audience, who find the firemen and EMT's doing CPR on one of their own more fascinating than whatever goes on in the private rooms at the bathouse, or the porn for that matter.
"Put on some clothes for Christ sake," shouts the Captain as we run the code.