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Once, when I was working at a strip club, I was a fuck-buddy of one of the dancers. We had wake-up sex shortly before noon; it was my day off, but around 9:00 that night, I went in anyway to say 'Hi. One of the other dancers told me 'D' didn't come in that night - and nobody knew where she was (although we all knew what she was up to). She thought I was upset about it (I wasn't) and gave me a BJ in the parking lot to make me feel better (It wasn't strictly altruistic on her part - I kept a full coke spoon down there for her.)
So I left there and ended up playing pool with a female friend at another bar. At closing time, she told me her ex-bf was bothering her with phone calls, and asked if I would follow her home - in case he showed up. Well, one thing led to another and I ended up spending the night (and most of the next few weeks).
It wasn't technically all in the same day, but it was three times with three different women in a 24-hr. period.
This was in the early 80s - and - despite <b>KungFuGuy's</b> statement - sex <b>was</b> a lot more carefree than it was to become in just a few short years. Perhaps we were more lucky than smart, but I don't remember hearing consistent reports about AIDS until '83 or '84 (Yes - a Google search might contradict that - but I'm working from memory).
/not a recommended lifestyle . . . in any decade.
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