Stepping out of the car, I check the address one more time before thanking the lady in the driver’s seat and shutting the door. I instantly regret not bringing flats. The driveway ahead of me is a steep incline leading to an intricate wrought-iron gate. With a sigh, I hike my out-of-shape  ass up the paved road, cursing my lack of boobs or beauty to distract men. Hopefully, this guy’s an ass-man.

I’m still cursing when a small speaker to the side of the gate buzzes just as I’m reaching for the call button. “Ms. White?” Even through the box, the voice is deep enough that it sends shivers down my spine. My stomach is in knots, but this man’s voice is pure silk, and all he’s said is my name.

“Y-yes, Honey White. The Agency sent me.” I readjust the heavy overnight bag on my shoulder, Gemma, my recruiter into ‘The Agency,’ lent me for this gig. The bag is filled  to the brim with way more condoms, lube, and sex toys (half of which I don’t know how to use) than I could ever imagine using in a twenty-four-hour period. She’d told me it was better to be prepared for anything. I cringe at the thought of the UTI I’ll be leaving this place with, but one night here will pay my bills for a  few months.

The ornate gate parts in the middle. Standing on the other side  it is a man dressed in all black. He’s so broad across the chest and shoulders, his button-up shirt is pushed to its absolute limit by the muscles hidden underneath. He’s not much taller than me, but exudes power. His chiseled chin is sharp with a dark, well-groomed beard. His skin is… dark gray?  I don’t know what to make of that. I know my mouth must be agape, but I cannot stop staring.

Is this the man I’m supposed to be with tonight? How am I going to get anything done when he looks this hot? What the hell is with the gray skin? Maybe this is some sort of cosplay? Gemma did say to be ready for anything.

I don’t  know what the protocol is for this. I’ve had really disappointing sex with five men in my entire twenty-eight years on the planet. Do we shake hands? Should I have prepared something sexy to say? Dammit, is my mouth still open? Thankfully, he takes care of that for me.

“Ms. White, it is a pleasure to meet you. I’m Guiscard.” He takes my hand, kissing it lightly before releasing it.

“Mr. Guiscard, it is nice to meet you. You have a lovely home.” The words sound lame in my ears, but he smiles.

“Thank you. Would you mind following me to my office?”

Shit. He doesn’t waste any time. I guess I wouldn’t be either if I was throwing down five thousand dollars for twenty-four hours for some girl’s time. I nod as he offers me his arm. I switch my bag from one shoulder to the other just as he tries to take it from me. The movement catches me off guard and I pull back, only to drop the bag on the ground, its contents spilling over the immaculate drive.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I kneel, trying to do damage control, but there are only so many dildos and cock rings that one can hide quickly.. My face is scorching with embarrassment. Instead of kneeling to help me, Guiscard steps closer and turns my chin up with the tips of his fingers. He wears a wicked smile on his face. “The men will be glad to see you’ve come prepared.”

The men? As in plural? I swallow and take a deep breath. As I place the last box of condoms in the bag, he picks up the straps and offers me his other hand. I take it, grateful I don’t have to lumber my way up, flashing my coochie to the world..

I follow him into an office and to a soft leather couch, instead of the more formal seats in front of a large  oak desk.

“I’m sure you’re aware this contract is only twenty-four hours, but before you begin services, I would like to discuss  another opportunity with you. We’re actually looking to hire someone for–” he pauses and meets my gaze, “ a more long-term situation.”

“Long-term situation?”

“I’ll be blunt, Ms. White—”

“Call me Honey, please.”

“Honey,” he repeats, “I am the leader of sixty-eight men.... mostly miners. They don’t get out much. We’d like to set  a contract up with you. Four hours a night, one man per night for sixty-nine days. Your work hours would be eight to midnight. In exchange, we are prepared to offer you one hundred fifty thousand dollars.”

I’m sure my mouth drops open. I would be totally debt free. No student loans, credit cards—hell, I could probably have enough left over for a down payment on a house. I’m crazy to be considering it.

“One hundred fifty thousand dollars? What’s the catch?”

“Each man must cum inside you at least once during the four-hour period.”

“Do you have proof these men are disease free?”

He hands me a folder. “All of our test results are here.”

“Aside from the uh, cumming inside me, am I required to do anything else? Can I say no to certain things?”

He nods. “Aside from the first stipulation, you may say no to anything else you feel uncomfortable doing.”

“Okay.”

He tilts his head. “Okay?”

“I’d like to meet these men first, but it sounds reasonable.” Maybe reasonable is too strong of a word.

The look he gives me is strange. “You are the first woman in two years to accept. I’m… surprised, pleasantly so.”

I nod. “The economy is a bitch right now. Maybe you should hire more grad school students—I’m not the only one out there spending way too much on a piece of paper.”