They call me the Cherry Popper.

Because there’s only one kind of woman I like to screw.

Virgins.

I pay top dollar for the experience. And sometimes women don’t want me to pay at all.

I get off to their tightness, their tears. I get off to the drops of blood on the sheets. All men have fantasies…I just happen to be rich enough to fund mine.

When Monroe comes into my life, she has a hefty student loan that she can never pay back. On top of that, she’s responsible for paying for her mother’s cancer treatment…even though she lost her anyway. Suffocating in debt, she doesn’t have many options.

Except one.

To sell her virtue to the Cherry Popper.