After this logging season, I'm never having sex again. Because: reasons.
But first, I have a gig earning room and board and ten thousand dollars by 'entertaining' 8 lumberjacks. Eight strong and strapping Paul Bunyan types, big enough to break me in two.
There's Lincoln, the leader, the stern, silent type...
Jagger, the Kurt Cobain look-alike, with a soul full of music and rockstar moves...
Elon & Oren, ginger twins who share everything...
Roy and Tommy, who just want to watch...
Saint, the quiet genius with a monster in his pants...
And Mason, who hates me and won't say why, but on his night tries to break me with pleasure
They own me: body, mind and orgasms.
But when they discover my secret—the reason I'm hiding from the world—everything changes.