As one of the finest mercenaries in the world, somewhere in my brutal training my wires were crossed causing pain and pleasure to kind of merge. I have everything I could ever need, except none of my partners can ever quite scratch an itch . . . now I'm behind enemy lines, looking for a little fun.

I work six days a week at a fine dining restaurant on a beautiful tropical resort. None of the kitchen staff have any time for dating, but one night, after a rough service, chef finds me in the walk-in and grabs me . . .

I am but a vessel for my brilliant master's pleasure, created to serve her whenever she needs. I wait in my case for her: Sometimes it's days, sometimes weeks and weeks. Tonight she decided to torture me with my favorite electrocution devices.