I looked at us in the full-length mirror on the wall. I had never seen two hotter bodies. It was amazing what a little bit of air—or whatever the pump used—in the right place could do. “Not bad at all.”

Janie glanced at me. “So…what do we do now?”

“We go to the party, and make a lot of cash.”

Janie looked shocked. “But—but I’m not a prostitute.”

I just smiled at her. “You are now.”

“But I—but—” She blinked, then her eyes widened. “You’re…right. I am, now.” She looked down. “You…really do own me. I’m…whatever you say I am.”

That was interesting. I decided to see just how far I could push it. “In fact, you’re a damned good prostitute, and you enjoy it.”

Her entire posture changed. “Omigod, you’re right! I am! I do!” She licked her lips. “In fact…now that you mention it, I’m really looking forward to this.”

I glanced down at the pump with new respect. Whatever it was, it was clearly pretty damned powerful.

I tucked it into my clothes-change shoulder bag. “Come on. We’ve got a party to hit.”