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sound of gravel under the wheels, as if the give of the driveway had welcomed them, the noise heralding the final moment when the journey ended.
    Maybe deciding to bring her pleasure companions here had been a mistake. After all, how could she possibly hope to lose all her inhibitions in her childhood bedroom? But the thought of doing this anywhere else seemed wrong.
    Irrational anger bubbled up as she exited the car and hunched against the wind. Why was she already getting herself worked up over her inability to orgasm? Sex was a biological need, an instinctual drive every adult animal obeyed. While love ... Well outside of her grandparents, Gen had yet to witness one true-to-life example of romantic attachment. Nana and Gramps are just freaks of nature, that’s all.
    Case in point, she had to dig out an actual key to enter the house, as Gramps refused to upgrade to a thumbprint reader. The air smelled musty inside, since the cabin had been closed up for quite a while. Braving the cold, she threw open the windows to air the place out.
    The cabin had six bedrooms and a spacious main living area. As testament to a technology-free life, the building didn’t have any modern appliances. The windows were made of actual glass instead of insulated energy screens. The door sat on hinges and creaked when opened. Heat came from a woodstove and the large river-stone fireplace. Food was stored in an actual refrigerator and prepared on a gas stove. They didn’t even have a microwave, for pity’s sake, technology so old it outdated Nana!
    Despite its rustic nature, this cabin, with its view of the lake and the foothills of the Adirondacks beyond, was Gen’s favorite spot in the world. Resting her palm and forehead against the glass, she watched night roll in. A small measure of peace filled her, the first since she’d been fired. The world slowed down here, let her catch her breath, focus on the important stuff. If I could just figure out what the important stuff is.
    A shiver of anticipation flowed through her. What would this session be like? Would these professionals ease her in, or would they expect to perform the moment they walked through the door? The cold air from the open window made her nipples tighten into rigid peaks that jolted awareness through her. I am really going to do this!
    Her comm unit chirped, relaying a message. With an automated prompt, she asked for vocal replay only and busied her hands with lighting a fire in the grate.
    “Hi, Gen, it’s Alison. We’ve got four pleasure companions lined up, but one, Marshal, can’t make it until tomorrow due to a prior commitment. Javier, Steven, and Franco will be there by seven o’clock. They’re all good guys, no history of violence or criminal records. But make sure you ask for ID before you let them in, okay? Remember, you are the one holding the reins. They’re there for you.” Silence reigned, and Gen could imagine Alison sucking in a breath. “I really appreciate this. Call me when you have a little downtime and update me on your progress.”
    The message ended as Gen struck a match. Javier, Steven, and Franco with a Marshal kicker. She didn’t feel brave—more like psychotic for having agreed to this madness. Four men were coming here to fuck her senseless. A slow grin stole across her face. Secret shopper, my lily-white ass. I’m a slut in training.
    Her heart rate kicked into overdrive as she thought about the logistics of it. If they were all as hot as Franco, maybe she’d be able to come after all.
    Glancing at her comm timepiece, she saw she had an hour to get ready for their arrival. Hauling all her stuff out of the car, Gen set up for her stay, planning where she’d do what with whomever had been selected. She’d just hopped out of the shower when a knock sounded on the outer door.
    Taking a moment to survey herself in the mirror, Gen studied her violet eyes, apple cheeks, and long, dark wet hair that was only just starting to thread through