Back in the 90's I owned an Irish Bar in LA, one of my regulars was a guy from Roscommon Ireland who said he was a flight instructor and also moonlighted as charter pilot in a Beech Baron. He said he had a flight the next day taking 4 young women out to a massive spring break party on the Colorado river and invited me along for the ride. I showed up at Santa Monica airport the next day and was told I would be "right seat" whatever that was , I had never been in a light aircraft before. The 4 college age girls arrived wearing next to nothing with T and A showing everywhere. Upon landing and getting into town there was literally thousands of bikini clad hotties running around. I went to the bar and ordered a beer and in walks one of the girls we flew out with about 20 of her mates who all looked like porn stars, she looked over at me and shouted " hey, there's my pilot" one of her friends came over and asked if I was really a pilot, I looked her up and down standing there in her bikini and responded firmly. " Yes, yes I am"
Started flight lesson the following week.