(Content warning: This is a work of fiction containing explicit sexual references and mature themes.)

Of all the things Marc thought a journalism degree would prepare him for, studying naughty classifieds was chiefly not among them. Prostitutes were listed under “escorts” there, in case you didn’t know (not that you’d look), and for some reason he found that funny. Wasn’t an escort a bigger person protecting a smaller, more vulnerable, more valuable person?

No, of course he’d never looked at those sections that carefully before, not even for himself. Especially not for himself. He was young and good-looking. He didn’t need help finding partners. And who but a loser would pay for sex?

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