Jimmy Darling uses his unique physical trait—his ectrodactyly, or "lobster hands to provide sexual gratification to wealthy women at private parties. These events, often organized by Elsa Mars or other intermediaries, allow these women to pay for the thrill of being touched in a way they perceive as exotic or taboo. “What, baby? You know you can ask me anything.” Jimmy’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, as his lips traced tender kisses along your collarbone. Each touch sent a shiver cascading down your spine. Humming into his skin, you let your fingers tangle in his hair, brushing your lips along the edge of his jaw and up toward his ear. But the nerves were there—tight, twisting, and making your words falter

You hesitated, but then spoke softly. “About the parties. What the girls get from you.” Jimmy’s hands stilled, and he searched your face, guilt flickering in his eyes. “Aw, honey… what you get is better than anything they could.” “I know,” you quickly reassured him, but the question was still there. “I just want to know what it feels like. I want to know what they get.”