The remaining hour burned brightly and passed quickly. But it had the feeling of an appetizer. The girls were on surprisingly good behavior. Apart from some occasional nudity, kissing, and teasing, it didn't get intimate. The result was that, when it came time to pile into a neon-lined, ridiculously large stretch limousine SUV to go to the Marquee, our group was a powder keg ready to explode.

Half the baseball players joined us, obviously feeling the magnetic pull of the girls, who were only forging deeper and deeper into a forest of debauchery that would only get thicker as the night progressed. Kelly disappeared, telling us she was going to...