Violette Rough A**l

I needed a job, one that paid well. When my friend, Lynette, offered to let me fill in for her at the escort agency, I was thrilled to hear how much money I'd be making. Five hundred dollars an hour sounded too good to be true.

"But there's a catch," Lynette said with a wicked smile.

"What is it?"

"My client likes a**l, and only a**l," she smirked, sure I'd back out.

The thing is, Lynette didn't know me as well as she thought she did....