It’s really simple. I needed money. A lot of money. One million dollars to become exact. The total amount didn’t matter. Everything mattered is certainly that at the end of that price tag held my father’s lifestyle.

Zero money. No existence.

The time limit was one year. On January 1st I had fashioned to pay out up or my dad was going to be killed.

When you’re confronted with an ultimatum like this, you are doing whatever you should do.

And that’s just what I did.

The job…Beautiful Escorts. My role, serve as expensive arm chocolate to anyone that can afford the $100,000 price for per month of my company. Sex is normally optional (for me personally) and a 20% boost on the price.