At first, it was great. It was me and three beautiful guys, lying around in the steamy room. Maurice knew what I liked and never steered me wrong. I didn't have a type in the typical sense. Tall guys were just as good as short ones, dark hair was to my liking and so was blond. My type was hot men. And Maurice picked three scorchers.

There was one guy with skin so dark, it was almost reflective, and a head shaved completely bald. He had a serious stare, but a friendly smile. I could tell he worked hard so he could play hard. His muscles were toned, likely by a strict daily gym regimen, and I just wanted to rub my tongue all over his skin.

The second was adorable, chubby cheeked and short, with a slight paunch that worked for him. I wanted to drag him into bed and cuddle up close to him.

The third man was older, with tanned, leathery skin. He had a determined look on his face, like he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't going to mince words.

"I've never been in the presence of royalty," Chubby Cheeks said. "I've heard stories. I had a friend of a friend whose cousin…"

"We've all heard stories," Baldie said. "My question is, which are true, and which aren't?"

Old Leather sat there, in the corner, not saying much, just observing, hand resting on his towel, as if he was in some rush to leave.

I had the other two in the bag. It was this third one I might need to win over.

"Gentlemen," I said, "I won’t pretend I don't like hearing the stories about me. I do. I just wonder if, instead of sitting around here, stroking my ego, how about we stroke something else and maybe come up with a few new stories to tell?"

The bald guy smiled. "Now you're talking."

"However, I'm not doing anything unless everybody here is on board. Are we all on board?" I looked over to Old Leather, who was watching us, nodding his head.

He turned his face toward the ceiling and let out a sigh. It looked like he was about to say something when Kurt walked in. It was hard not to be drawn to him when he entered a room. He had a thundering presence. It was as if Michelangelo chiseled the perfect human form into a marble statue, which then stood up and walked into our sauna with us. The only difference was that Michelangelo always gave his nudes such small penises.

Without his clothes on, my eyes were drawn to scars on his legs. I imagined he got them in battle, but they could just as easily have come from a childhood accident. They were mysterious and made him look tough. While Baldie's perfect skin made him look like he sculpted his body in the gym, Kurt's scars made him look like he'd earned his body in the field.

And I loved tough guys.

"Yeah," Chubby Cheeks said. "I want to make sure all of us are on board if we're going to do this."

Kurt sat down beside me, covering himself with his hands. "Don't mind me," he said. "I'm just here to keep an eye on this guy and make sure he's safe."

"Do you mind if we keep an eye on you?" Baldie asked.

Kurt blushed a little bit. "I'd appreciate it if you just pretend I'm not here."

Baldie gave Kurt a thumbs up.