Sex was not enough for Melody. She craved something more and she thought she knew what she needed, but she had no idea where to find it.
Where was a man who could bind her tightly and securely, who could satisfy her needs, however kinky and unusual? Surely there was at least one out there, somewhere, but who would know where to find one?
At last, Melody had an idea: Cheyenne, the girl voted, jokingly perhaps, as being "the most likely to run a brothel" in their high school yearbook. Where was she now? And was that prophecy likely to have come true? In fact, Cheyenne was running a brothel, a very high class brothel with many very kinky clients demanding very kinky services. To Cheyenne, the solution to Melody's problem was obvious, but Melody was not quite so sure that she wanted to work as one of the kinkier girls in Cheyenne's bizarre establishment...
