Introducing... The Guest Room by Chris Bohjalian

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Richard Chapman presumed there would be a stripper at his brother Philip's bachelor party. Perhaps if he had actually thought about it, he might even have expected two. Sure, in sitcoms the stripper always arrived alone, but he knew that in real life strippers often came in pairs. How else could there be a little pretend (or not pretend) girl-on-girl action on the living room carpet? Besides, he worked in mergers and acquisitions, he understood the exigencies of commerce as well as anyone: two strippers meant you could have two gentlemen squirming at once. You could have two girls hovering just above two sets of thighs-- or if the girls saw the right combination of neediness and dollar signs in the men's eyes, not hovering but in fact descending upon each of the men's laps. Richard wasn't especially wild about the idea of an exotic dancer in his family's living room: there was a place for everything in his mind, even the acrobatically tensed sinews of a stripper. But that place wasn't his home. He didn't want to be a prig, however; he didn't want to be the guy who put a damper on his younger brother's bachelor party. And so he told himself the entertainment would be some girl from Sarah Lawrence or Fordham or NYU with a silly, mellifluous made-up name making a little money for tuition. He didn't completely believe this, but in some backward universe sort of way, he felt a little less reprehensible-- a little less soiled-- if he was getting turned on by a twenty-one-year-old sociology major with a flat stomach and a Brazilian who understood intellectually the cultural politics of stripping and viewed herself as a feminist capitalist.

-- The Guest Room by Chris Bohjalian