"Did you read the small print on the room service menu?"
Carl paused and looked back at the cardboard menu resting on the bedside table. "No, I don't think so," he said, and leant over to pick it up. "Am I going to get billed or something?"
Alex giggled. "Silly rabbit, did you think this would be free?"
Carl swallowed hard as he read the small print. "ALL GIRLS MUST BE PAID FOR BY MANUAL WORK," it read. "Manual work? What does that mean?"
Alex giggled again as she climbed out of bed, straightening out her fur. "You have to do work to pay for everything on here, that's how it works!"
"What kind of work?" Carl asked.
"You choose," she replied, pulling on her underwear. "Go back down to the receptionist, she'll tell you what you can do."
Carl moaned internally. Work? On holiday? He supposed it was worth it, that was the best sex of his life. And given the nature of this place, whatever 'work' he would have to do had got to be interesting.
Alex and Carl left the room and got the elevator down to the reception. Before the doors opened at ground level, Alex leant across and kissed Carl on the cheek. "I had a nice time today," she whispered. "If you ever want to see me again, you know where I am."
***
Carl approached reception. "I've been told I've got some work to do," he said.
The receptionist smiled, obviously aware of what he'd been doing, and handed him a list of job vacancies. Carl checked out his options.