A madam opened the door to her brothel to see a rather dignified, well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties or early fifties. “Can I help you?” she asked. “I want to see Vanessa.” the man replied. “Sir, Vanessa is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else?” “No. I must see Vanessa.”
Just then Vanessa appeared and announced to the man that she charged $1,000 a visit. Without hesitation, the man pulled out ten 100 dollar bills and gave them to Vanessa, and they went upstairs.
After an hour, the man calmly left. The next night, the same man appeared again, demanding to see Vanessa. Vanessa explained that no one had ever come back rwo nights in a row (too expensive) and she didn’t give discounts. The price was still $1,000. Again the man peeled off ten $100 bills, gave them to Vanessa, and they went upstairs. After an hour, he left.
The following night the man was there again. Everyone was astounded that he had come for a third consecutive night. But he paid Vanessa the $1,000 and they went upstairs. After their session Vanessa said, “No one has ever used me three nights in a row. Where are you from?” The man replied, “South Carolina.” “Really! I have family in South Carolina.” “I know. Your father died. I’m your sister’s attorney and she asked me to give you your $3,000 inheritance.”