“Hey! Here’s the man of the hour,” squealed a peroxide blonde who was wearing a sheer tank top, a skintight, aqua leather mini, and clear platform shoes with a goldfish swimming inside. “What luck! And me, all hot and bothered and ready to party.” She flung herself onto his bed. Her braless double-Ds remained pointing skyward, a clear indication that a surgeon was responsible for her bountiful breasts. She struck a pose that would have had any normal red-blooded man’s tool leaping to attention. What she didn’t realize was that type of porn star sexuality always worked as a highly efficient cock-blocker for Mick. The blonde shifted her body, her long legs rubbing against each other like a cat in heat, before she let them spread, as she licked her pouty lower lip.

Ah. The old no-undies maneuver. He glanced away.

Her redheaded companion trailed her hand along the top of Mick’s dresser. “We’re no-limitations kind of gals,” purred the redhead. “If you know what I mean.” She was being flirtatious, but he could see the hard edges and bitterness lurking behind her smile. Her years were well masked but starting to show. He hoped she had saved, had a backup plan. So many working girls squandered whatever they earned, as if investing or saving the cash would affix the memory of the earning into their psyche.

“Thank you, ladies, but I’m going to have to decline your kind offer.”

“Why? What’s the problem?” The blonde sat up, her eyes slightly unfocused from booze or drugs. “I can cure limp dick like nobody’s business.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Seriously. It’s no big deal for pros like us,” the redhead chimed in, sashaying toward him, her hips undulating, sliding her arms around his neck like a noose. “See, we’ve been watching ever since we got here. You haven’t hooked up with anyone yet. Peterson’s worried. And when Peterson’s not pleased, the bonuses are less hefty. So . . .”

Mick disengaged her arms from his neck, holding his breath to avoid breathing in the smell of heavy perfume, lipstick, and sweat. “Again. Thank you for your generous offer.” He stepped back. “However, I’m going to have to ask you ladies to vacate my bedroom. There are plenty of people who would appreciate your talents. I suggest you—”