Women hate me,' thought Lauren Slaughter, newly arrived in London to write a thesis on oil revenue. But men were a different matter. Men admired - and wanted - her for her striking good looks and ability to please. She despised most of them, but she needed their money; and London had to offer more to a pretty American than a cold, uncomfortable Brixton flat. So Lauren welcomed the anonymous introduction to Mayfair's Jasmine Escort Agency, oblivious to danger and quite unaware - until it was too late - that money was not all that was involved...