Closest thing I've experienced: At Swinging Richards, enjoying a very hot lap dance. Then the bartender starts saying the name of my dancer very loudly. "Randy! Randy!" I'm thinking, yea, he's hot alright. 'Cept he's telling Randy to get my hand off his ass because two undercover police persons have just walked in. Scared me to death. But they weren't interested at all in my lap dance, thankfully. Just investigating an incident from the night before.