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It was almost 2 a.m. when the car service arrived to pick me up. I hesitated for a minute, thinking about the fact that this was probably a fairly dangerous thing to do, actually, and considered backing out. My boyfriend was sound asleep and would have no idea where to find me if I disappeared. But when the driver honked a second time, I scribbled a quick note with the name of the hotel, stuck it to my computer screen and ran out.

I’d been crashing on a stressful work deadline all weekend and all night. And while working, I’d been exchanging text messages with a guy in a hotel in Grammercy Park. Earlier in the week, I’d replied to his sketchy Craigslist ad. Ever since I ended my fun stint as Peter’s “kept boy,” I’ve nursed a growing fantasy about, well, selling my ass. Just for a couple months, ya know, for the adventure of it. So when I saw this guy’s “generous” ad on Craigslist, well, I replied.

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