Calla Hart just needs the money. She doesn't want anyone to get hurt. She wants to go to class, party with friends, and pay her bills. But when she agrees to go with a friend to an audition she is quickly pulled into the underground world of escort services, where money talks but secrets cost more.
Once you're in the club, there's no getting out.
“We should do this every shift,” he murmured into my skin.
I could only nod; words were escaping me. I took a deep breath, and pushed my hands underneath his shirt. I pulled the tight shirt off easily, and threw it across the small room. I pushed him against the wall again, and pressed my body onto his. The warmth of his skin made my flesh tingle with excitement.
He ran his hands through my hair as we continued to kiss. But, as he released me, he moved his hands down to my waist, and then gently pulled down my pants. Shane wasn’t one to waste time on foreplay. He pulled them down to my knees, and then removed his own jeans. I stepped out of my shoes, and took my pants and underwear the rest of the way off.
I was completely naked, in the dark of the night. The only two people who may ever know about this were secluded in a small sweaty room on the third floor. It was everything.