Yes, though I'm out of the game now, I am channeling past experiences. In 2012, I had an IFBB Pro who was the love of my life . . . for reasons that do not bear conversation, it didn't eventually last. However, this vignette may address the original post.
We'd made passionate love in the Vegas hotel (Trump's! Who knew where THAT would lead? LOL!). Then we walked a short ways on the strip and ended up in a bar where I had a couple of beers and she had a club soda. All was bliss. As we exited the bar, we encountered a group of about five guys who stopped us and immediately went off marveling at my "friend's" magnificent physique. Turned out, the guy leading the group was a second tier rapper; neither of us knew who he was, but he dropped a complimentary CD on us. The other guys were friends/bodyguards. He kept asking, "What are YOU doing with HIM?" I wasn't insulted because it was all in good humor and we all laughed. "Dat boy must be packin' a python!" Um, no, just standard, sheltered, white boy, suburban equipment. LOL!
After we said our farewells to the rapper, we strolled back to Trump and made as vigorous love as a standard, sheltered, suburban white boy is capable of. LOL!