as Carol had called it, I sat in the back of the SUV next to her while she barked arrangements into her phone. “He’s new, but he’s perfect,” she said, glancing over at me. “He’s got the soul of an artist and the body of a fighter. Soon every woman will know his name, and moan it in bed while having sex with her husband. Yes, his client just signed up tonight, she submitted everything and has already been verified…of course I’m letting her start early, she seems legit. The payment came from a fake name and a pretty obscure wire transfer that not even Colleen in security could trace, so God only knows who she really is, but she’s clearly loaded…the boy? Just found him, but, um, yeah, he’s been cleared and tested, he should be with us for a while. His name is Ben, by the way, and he’s a little worried about his future…” I fidgeted in the coat Carol had bought me, which fit like a dream. I still couldn’t even believe this whole shadowy world existed, where powerful single women outsourced their sex lives to some service that delivered beefcake to their doors like pizza.
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