Tonight was a celebration of a major deal that Carl had closed a few weeks before. Carl's company was a small, tight-knit team consisting of him and four of his oldest friends, Mike, Charlie, Richard and Matt. The five of them had been inseparable since high school, and it seemed only natural that they would set up in business together after graduation. Luckily, their skills were complementary, and the business was going pretty well. The deal Carl had just closed was a particularly good one, and should mean that they closed the year with a massive jump in profits.

Being an all male outfit, their celebrations usually consisted of drinking too much before heading to a strip club to blow large amounts of cash on the dancers. This time, Mike, always the one to push the limits, had suggested they change it up a little.

"Look, fellas, I know a guy. If we take the money we would have spent getting horny while girls take their clothes off, he can hire us a girl who'll give us a much better private party. Who's in?"

Mike was understating things a little. Most of their company celebrations had ended up with the girls doing a bit more than just teasing them - the money they were spending in the club, plus an extra few hundred discreetly handed to the bouncers, allowed them to bend quite a few rules. Carl, particularly, was very fond of receiving the attentions of a hot young dancer or two. But still, the guys liked the sound of Mike's plan, and nobody had needed very much persuading.

So, tonight was all arranged. Dinner and drinks, yes, but then a suite in the hotel they were meeting at, followed by, hopefully, some very special entertainment.

The guys had bombarded Mike with requirements, "Early twenties," "Long legs," "No fake tits," .. the list went on, including some pretty detailed specifications of what the girl would have to be willing to do - pretty much everything, in fact, and Carl felt his cock stirring as he contemplated the night ahead.

Back in her room, Stacy opened her laptop to check her emails. In her private account, the one that matched her fake driver's license, she found a message from her agent with the subject, "URGENT: Gig tonight in your area."

The message contained the details - five businessmen in their late thirties were looking for a private party in a hotel suite.

She had told her agent she was staying with friends in this city over the holidays, and asked him to keep an eye out for suitable gigs. Stacy figured that, if she got some paid gigs here over the holidays, she'd have to spend less time earning money back in New York, and be able to focus more on her studies.

This could be exactly what she was looking for. Her agent had contacted her as a favor to someone else, because the girl who had originally been booked to do the gig had pulled out at the last moment.

As she read through the details, Stacy's mouth grew dry. These guys were looking for someone willing to go a lot further than Stacy ever had. She decided to turn down the job, and in her mind was already drafting an angry email asking Rudy what the hell he was thinking - he knew she didn't take jobs like this. Then her eye reached the last line, containing the fee they were offering. Getting someone who matched these requirements, could not have been easy. It was the sort of gig for which friends of Stacy's had been paid huge sums of money, and the bonus she was being offered now, because of the short notice, made the total eye-wateringly large. If they paid her that much, Stacy wouldn't have to do any extra-curricular work for half of the next semester. The thought was tempting, and Stacy started to reconsider. Her mind filling with images of the sorts of things she would be expected to do.

Hell, the detail even specified anal, which she'd never done in her whole life, before. Now, she was thinking about being at the mercy of five strange men who would insist on fucking all her holes in any way they wanted. The thought was scary, but hot at the same time. She was tempted, very tempted, but decided it was just too much.

But, even as she started typing a reply, her own fingers betrayed her. "I've never done anal in my life, and you know I only ever give BJs when I do private parties - never let the guys fuck me. So, if they want me to do all the things on this list with five guys, it's going to cost a lot more than that."

Stacy added a figure which she considered utterly ludicrous - double the original amount, and clicked 'Send'.

"There's no way they'll ever agree to that," she thought, her relief tinged with an undercurrent of regret.