Lani hadn’t expected the ad to be real.
"Seeking a discreet arrangement. Monthly stipend: $15,000. Must be open-minded. Interview required. No prior experience is necessary."
She clicked on it as a joke.
She answered it as a dare.
But now she stood outside a towering Manhattan building 21st floor, penthouse suite with her knees trembling and her panties already damp.
Her student loans were a monster. Her checking account was starving. And she hadn’t eaten anything all day except fear and curiosity.
A sleek woman in a black jumpsuit opened the door.
“You’re Lani?”
“Yes.”
“Come in. Strip your jacket. Leave your phone in the basket.”
Lani obeyed.
The suite was silent, dim, scented faintly with bergamot and leather. Marble floors. Black velvet walls. A single camera was set up in th
