Sean Spicer already has a job offer after his not-so-surprising departure from the White House. The Moonlite Bunny Ranch, subject of HBO’s 2002 series “Cathouse,” has offered him the opportunity to get into a different kind of prostitution, repping for the legal Nevada brothel.
“I have some very knowledgable connections on the Trump team, and they’re telling me that the president was angry over [Spicer’s] missteps in front of the press,” brothel owner Dennis Hof said in a statement that popped up in my inbox this afternoon. “I think Sean will really flourish with a change of scenery, and I’m thinking that a spot on my public relations team may be the perfect place for him.”
Judging from Hof’s demeanor on “Cathouse,” this next statement seems highly plausible:
“I get compared to Trump for a lot of reasons,” he said. “We’ve both had huge media presences for decades now. My public relations guys are the best at maintaining that, and they could be a really good influence on Sean, serving as mentors in a business that’s a lot cleaner than politics…legal prostitution.”
Hof, a Trump-supporting libertarian (I knew I liked him), who unsuccessfully ran for Reno’s state Senate seat last year, said he’s willing to offer Spicer a significantly higher salary than he was used to getting under Trump.
“There’s a reason that everyone graduates from jobs in presidential administrations to the private sector,” Hof laughed. “Once I negotiate an incentive package with Sean, he’s going to be real happy here on Team Bunny Ranch.”
The press release didn’t say how much the Bunny Ranch is willing to offer for the job but revealed that past incentives included free “booty passes” to explore, ahem, the ranch’s attractions.
Sounds like a sweet deal, and not a far stretch from what Spicer was doing in the White House. In journalism school we always (lovingly, of course) called the PR kids prostitutes, so prostituting for prostitutes (whoring for whores?) seems doubly appropriate.
Jessica Chasmar 
He’d be moving up to the world’s oldest profession after a stint in the world’s second oldest one.
I wonder what kind of benefits package do the offer.
Do *they* offer.
That gentleman in the picture has his shirt untucked. Did he just put his pants back on when the photographer rang the doorbell?