“I guess you’d call it an escort-type thing? But it’s not really like that… You basically get paid to party.”
And now I’m downrightsalivatingfor more details.
That sounds… crazy. But kind of awesome?
“Butwhy?” I ask. “Are there a bunch of old rich dudes there or something?”
Her grin goes full devious sparkle. “That’s just it. The guys there… aresuperhot.”
“Hang on… I’m confused,” I laugh while she chuckles. “How is that ajob??It sounds like what I do for free every weekend, minus the weird island.”
Jessa shakes her head. “I know, it sounds crazy as shit. I didn’t believe it either until I went for the first time. But because it’s secretive as fuck, they have to do an extensive background check. Once you get selected, they drive you out to the Hamptons, then put you on a ferry to the island. You stay in this huge, creepy mansion for usually a day or two. Rage your fucking face off… I’m talking endless booze, drugs and sex with a group of diesel dudes who fuck like it’s their job. Then they send you on your way with three grand in cash.”
“Threethousanddollars?!” I gasp.
She shushes me. “Chill, damn! I’m not supposed to be talking about this. I’m pretty sure they’d murder my entire family. It’s that kinda vibe.”
A chill rushes up my spine. Like a reflex of intuition.
Something about this sounds… oddly familiar.
Shady as hell.Like the business dealings of someone I know…
“Sorry.” I clear my throat. “But that’s just like…wow. A lot of money to do drugs and have hot sex.”
“Andkeep your mouth shut,” she adds pointedly. “They pay you to be fun, hot, and casual, with no strings attached, andnoquestions asked. It’s exactly like when rich old dudes pay to have a bunch of hot people around for entertainment. Only the dudes aren’t old or gross. I mean, some are hotter than others, but they’re all just… guys. Aggressive guys who don’t get to see girls likeever. Except the one girl who works there, but she’s like one of the guys. Actually, she’s cooler and tougher than most of them. And she can fuck like the rest of them too.”
She smirks, then bites her lip.
“Why are they there?” I mumble, mind swirling with a zillion questions that all need answers right away. “Are they trapped there or something?”
“See, you already got denied.” She waggles her finger at me. “No. Questions. Asked.”
I’m squirming and I can’t help it. I want answers.
I want to know more about this mysterious mansion on an island full of hulking men, and one woman. I want to know what it is, and why…
Andwho.
“Right.” I nod. “Man, that sounds…awesome. I could use that kind of money. Especially getting paid to do drugs and fuck, I mean… sign me the hell up.”
She chuckles. “Well, if you’re serious, I could put in a word for you.”
“Do they take… guys?”
“Please,” she scoffs. “They take everything. No discrimination, they just love to fuck. Doesn’t matter who. But yea, they’d goferalfor you.” Her lips twist wickedly as shepinches my cheek. “I’m leaving for Paris soon anyway, so they’ll probably be looking to recruit someone new. I’ll give them your name.”
“That’d be fucking amazing!” I squeal, throwing myself at her while she giggles.
Still, my brain is running like a hamster on a wheel.
Background check… I’d have to find a way to pass that.
Do my own research. See what I’m dealing with here…
If it has anything to do withhim… then obviously I can’t go.
A sudden flutter hits my belly, rising gradually up to my chest. I haven’t felt this in nearly four years… This zeal fizzing in my veins like my blood is carbonated.
