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elephant. Only one thing stood out as odd to her. The guitar player. She stopped and listened to the sweet, soulful tune of longing the brown-haired man played on his acoustic guitar. He didn’t fit the atmosphere, yet without him the place would have been lacking.
    “Hey, sweetness, wait up.” Hamish moved swiftly toward her.
    Rett’s heart flip-flopped. Lordy, he’s gorgeous. “Um, I—”
    What do I say to a man I barely know yet I sucked his cock?
    “You’re embarrassed. That’s cute. I want to help you.”
    “Give me the money.” It wouldn’t be as much fun as the alternative on offer. But I would be one less step back from Hell.
    “No. You need to do this, Rett. You can find yourself here.”
    Hamish’s hand touched her arm.
    It was non-sexual yet she shivered. “I know where I am. I’m stranded in a town I’ve never heard of and in a strip club that has a troubadour and naked dancing girls.”
    Hamish smiled. “I meant in the new age, hippy existential kind of way.”
    She cocked her head sideways and surveyed him. “How much does the hippy thing pay?”
    “My help is always free. As for money? Sex sells.”
    “So I’ve heard.”
    “Come on. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy what we just did.”
    There was a soft look in Hamish’s eyes that made Rett swallow hard.
    “I did and it freaked me out. I don’t do stuff like that normally.” Technically, she did but generally it was after an acquaintance of at least a couple of days.
    “But you liked it?”
    “Yes.” There was no way she could lie to those puppy dog eyes. The smile he bestowed on her made her grin. Some men were infectious like that. She wanted to please them.
    “Good, me too. I’m happy to pay you for some services.”
    Of course. This was business. “I’m not a hooker. What I did with you was —”
    “Different and because you wanted to? I know that.”
    “How?” Was it the business he was in? He could tell the working girls from the amateurs?

    “Hookers don’t enjoy sex, and you enjoyed being with me.
    There’s nothing wrong, in my eyes, with a beautiful woman enjoying sex.”
    She blushed. Great. I sucked and fucked a man with barely any hesitation, yet now my face goes red. “So what are you offering?”
    “A sexual journey. Call it an odyssey, if you will. I have clients with certain needs that you could fulfill, and I’ll pay you to not only go home but in style, and you’ll have money left over.”
    Rett could hear her sister’s voice. “You’re so impulsive, always rushing in and doing things without thinking. Do you want to be considered a slut?” “Who are these clients?” Shut up, Sally.
    “Business men who have been carefully screened. They have certain fetishes we try and fulfill,” Hamish explained.
    “What sort?”
    “You’ll be safe, I promise. I believe you’ll enjoy it and, in a couple of days, you’ll have enough money to go home.”

    * * * *
    “There are cameras in all the rooms,” Hamish explained as he led Rett into the room she would be in.
    “Right.” She looked around. The room was empty but for a king-size bed covered with a black velvet bedspread. They had worked out how much she would be paid. It would be an excellent start. It would give her money to pay for the below average accommodation at the trailer park and give her money to get home.
    “We watch for reasons of safety.” He picked up her hand, entwining her fingers with his. “You’ll be fine, sweetness.”
    “I’ll be naked with a stranger.” The realization finally sunk it.
    That she had only just met Hamish didn’t count. He didn’t seem like a stranger to Rett.
    “I’ll watch out for you,” Hamish promised. “Besides, you’re not exactly naked.”
    Rett laughed. “You call black stripper heels and bright pink fishnet stockings clothes?”
    “They look good on you.” His free hand strayed down to her butterfly tattoo, running over the flesh in a light, teasing way.
    She shivered. “So this