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of the store, she made her way across the street to the Central Park replica. The chill winter wind at New New York’s obscenely high altitude made the park less than desirable, unless you wanted complete privacy in the middle of the city.
    “Thank you for calling Illustra. This is Staci speaking. How may I direct your pleasure?”
    Here goes everything. “This is Genevieve Luzon. I spoke with Alison earlier about arranging for some company this weekend.”
    “Hold one moment, please, and I will transfer you.”
    A few soft pings indicated Staci was busy pulling up her phony file. Alison had created an entire fictional backstory for her. Her profile would indicate she was recently widowed and looking for a pick-me-up in the form of a few men who desired her company. She was to use them in whatever way she saw fit.
    “This is Alison Cartwright.” Her tone was brisk and no-nonsense.
    “It’s me. Are you sure I need to take them all at once?” Gen couldn’t believe those words had just come out of her mouth.
    In the tiny viewer, Alison nodded definitively. “If they think you are distracted with one of the others, they are more likely to say or do something to give themselves away.”
    Gen paced, bent away from a particularly harsh gust of wind. “What exactly am I looking for?”
    “Satisfaction. I want you to make note of any conduct unbecoming a professional pleasure companion. Not enough attention to your needs or too much focus on their own. You will have them record your sessions, and then play them back for me so I can judge for myself.”
    “Isn’t that entrapment?”
    Alison shook her head. “I’m not going to prosecute them, just fire them if they are taking a walk on the wild side on the corporate dime. Times are tough, and we can’t afford to have any excess baggage sponging off the company.”
    Gen didn’t know how she felt about Alison watching her homemade porn, and she really didn’t like the idea of getting a decent guy like Franco fired just because they were sexually incompatible. But Alison was right; times were tough, and what Illustra was offering her was a lot better than any job she’d ever found on her own.
    “I’ll send GPS coordinates to the cabin upstate to your comm. Reception can be spotty up there, especially if bad weather rolls in, so if I don’t call you back right away, don’t freak out.”
    Alison’s smile was pure cat-in-the-cream. “Believe me, Gen. You won’t regret this.”

4
    A few hours later, weighted down with enough stuff for a week in upstate New York, Gen sat watching the world through the transparent force field of mass transit Hudson line 1. The descent down the airway from New New York to the polluted rubble of the original city flew by as the sonic train built up speed to hit Mach 1.
    Her family’s cabin was located on Lake George, due north of Albany. Mass transit would get her most of the way there at the speed of sound, but she’d need to credit a rental vehicle for the rest of the trip. It was probably for the best that she didn’t have time to think, seeing as how panic lurked just beneath the surface.
    Gen had to settle for a two-seater rental. The hum of the solar-powered engine reminded her of a gnat buzzing in her ear. She glanced at the slate-colored sky, shivering as thick clouds blocked out the weak sunlight. Not exactly a terrific snow car, and if they had enough precipitation, she’d be stranded.
    Well, that’s the idea, isn’t it? To wallow in hedonistic revelry? Why couldn’t she work up more enthusiasm over the prospect of getting shagged silly? Gen pondered the question as she stocked up on food and other staples at the local store. The aisles had been picked clean—another sure sign that winter weather closed in.
    She pulled up the gravel drive, missing the sound of crunching stones under tires. The hover car set down with an easy bump, so different than Nana’s big black truck. There had been something so quaint about the