"Twirl for me, darlin'..."

Jensen drawls, letting out a low whistle as he leans back against the headboard, sipping his whiskey.

You do as you're told, feeling more than a little flattered.

When your friend had told you about this you'd been skeptical, to put it mildly. I mean, looking pretty for old, sleazy, rich men for money? Who does that sorta thing?

Well, you, apparently.

But hey, who could really blame you? Getting your Master's was well and truly kicking your ass, hurting your wallet... And Jensen is neither particulairly old, nor sleazy. Not to mention gorgeous. And all he wants is you to wear what he buys and join him for fancy shit?

If you'd known it'd be like this, you'd have done it years ago.