Brian Luciano double-checked the time on the Melton University interview card. The unpronounceable name of an art professor filled the first line, followed by a scrawl that looked like Studio 3B. When he’d walked into the MU Human Resources office yesterday, he’d hoped for a job with the maintenance crew doing repairs or any kind of manual labor to help pay the bills, now that his boss had skipped town without a trace. But a handwritten note stating Male Model Needed for Nude Studies caught his eye. Getting paid thirty-five bucks an hour to get naked? Brian snatched the ad off the board and grabbed an application.

The lady at the desk had phoned him this afternoon, and when he returned to pick up the appointment card, a dozen women greeted him at the door. The one who’d called devoured him with her eyes while the others giggled and whispered.

“Too bad I’m not hiring,” she said. “I’d take you in a heartbeat. For private lessons.”

He gave her a cocky grin and made a mental note to return for her number after the interview. Until then, he had a job to try for, and headed toward a cluster of outside studios on the edge of the campus. After ten minutes of searching for any sign of numbers or letters marking the studio doors, he quit looking and trudged to the first building on his right. The ancient door opened silently but slammed shut with a bang.