I drive a black S80. It's stylish in a subdued way. I don't like showing off, but I like quality. And I like to be different. See, I travel in rarified air. It's nice up here. I got started when I was eighteen years old. Not in the business of money, but in the business of taking care of women. Not just sex, which is what I thought it was all about when I was young and uninformed. I learned early on that it's not always about what happens between the sheets, though it could be. It's not always about wining and dining them either, though that's often a part of the package. I get paid to give a particular woman what she needs particularly. Sometimes it's nothing more than company and conversation. Not often, but sometimes. The bottom line is that each woman is different. She has her own particular beauty-which has nothing to do with the external-and her particular beauty needs its particular nourishment. This is where many men fall short. I get paid to take up the slack; to fill a void; to nourish her beauty, even if only for one night. My name is Lucas. This is my story.