"The date was really that intense?" Tessa's best friend, Rachel, gasped over the phone, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.

"I know it sounds crazy," Tessa said, her cheeks flushing as she recalled the previous night. "But it was just... amazing. I never knew sex could feel like that. And the guys…" She sighed into the phone, “Just wow.”

Rachel's voice grew more serious. "But Tessa, remember it's just because of an app. You're just... providing a service."

Tessa sighed. "I know, Rachel. But it didn't feel like that. It felt... real."

Rachel remained silent for a beat, processing her friend's words. "Look, I'm not judging you, Tess. It can fuck with your head. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Thank you, but I am, promise." Tessa replied, though her voice betrayed a hint of doubt. "And... I've actually set up another date with them."

"What?" Rachel's voice spiked. "Tessa, are you sure about this? It's one thing to do it once, but getting attached is dangerous."

Tessa's thumb traced the edge of her phone, her heart racing. "I know, but I can't stop thinking about them. And they want me to come to their penthouse this time."

"Tessa, are you sure you're ready for that? Go to their house?" Rachel's concern was palpable through the receiver. "These guys could be anyone. You don’t even know they’re last names. You don't know what their true intentions are."

Tessa took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. "They were so sweet to me, Rach. They made me feel safe. And the money..." she trailed off, knowing her friend would understand the desperation behind her decision. "They're offering double what they paid me last time."

Rachel's concern didn't waver. "Tess,I don’t know. No one usually goes to their clients' personal homes. It’s a meetup at a hotel. What if you get hurt? Or what if you catch feelings?"

Tessa bit her lower lip, contemplating Rachel's words. "I'll be careful, I promise. And it's just for the money. I need to keep my head on straight."

"Okay," Rachel relented, though her tone was still wary. "But promise me you'll have an exit strategy. And if anything feels off, you leave immediately."

Tessa nodded, even though Rachel couldn't see her. "I will. And I'll keep my phone on me the whole time, so you can track me."

"Good," Rachel said firmly. "And keep the conversation light. Remember, you're not their girlfriend. You're a... professional."

"I know, I know," Tessa said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "I'll be fine."

Rachel's sigh was heavy with doubt. "Just be careful, okay?"

"I will," Tessa assured her, though the excitement in her voice was undeniable.

The day of the date arrived, and Tessa had chosen her outfit carefully, pale pink lacy panties with a matching see through bra and a baby doll style dress that looked innocent until you noticed it was so short it barely covered her round ass. She had topped off her look with pigtails and little white bobby socks. Her heart raced in anticipation. The penthouse's address was etched into her memory, a luxurious destination that seemed a world away from her modest apartment.

As the elevator doors opened, revealing the huge space, she took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown. The penthouse was elegant and masculine, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and fresh flowers. Aiden was the first to greet her, a warm smile playing on his lips as he took her hand and led her inside.

Marcus, Richard, and Daniel were waiting in the living room, each looking more handsome than the last. Their eyes lit up when they saw her, and she couldn't help but feel like a prize they'd all won. Aiden led her to a plush couch and offered her a glass of champagne. She accepted it with trembling hands, she let out a small giggle when she felt the cool bubbles tickle her lip as she took a sip.

The atmosphere was electric, charged with desire and anticipation.

"Look at our little baby girl, all dressed up for us," Marcus cooed, his thumb stroking her cheek in a way that sent shivers down her spine. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he spoke in a gentle tone that she found comforting.

"So beautiful," Richard agreed, his hand resting on her thigh as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "We've missed you."

Tessa felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks as she sipped her champagne, the bubbles fizzing in her stomach. They talked to her in gentle, babyish tones, calling her their "little angel" and "sweet girl." It was strange and yet, it made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time - young, innocent, and desired.

Daniel playfully tugged at her pigtails, while Richard's thumb made slow circles on her thigh, moving higher and higher. Marcus and Aiden sat on either side of her, their arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders, creating a cocoon of warmth and protection. The tension grew thicker by the second, and she could feel herself getting wetter.

Marcus took the lead and suggested a tour of the penthouse, his hand sliding down to her hand as he helped her to her feet. They showed her the gleaming kitchen, the home gym that was bigger than her entire apartment, and the media room with a screen that took up an entire wall. Then, they led her down a hallway lined with framed artworks and plush carpets. At the end of the corridor, they stopped in front of a door with a golden plaque that read "Baby Girl's Room."

Her heart pounded as Aiden opened the door, revealing a space that looked like it had been plucked straight out of a fairy tale. The walls were a soft pink, adorned with delicate white lace. A four-poster bed, the frame painted in shimmering white, dominated the center of the room. It was covered in a mountain of fluffy pillows and a comforter that looked like it was made of pure white clouds. The bedside table held a collection of stuffed animals, and there was a vanity with a mirror framed by lights that looked like stars.

Tessa's eyes widened in wonder. "It's so...beautiful," she murmured, stepping into the room tentatively. She couldn't help but think of the stark contrast between this heavenly retreat and the cold, sterile rooms she'd been given in the various foster homes she'd lived in as a child. Those places had never felt like a sanctuary, more like temporary holding cells until she could move on to the next.

Marcus chuckled softly. "It's all yours for the weekend, if you'd like to stay with us." His words hung in the air, and she felt a startled thrill run through her at the thought of spending an entire weekend in this magical space, surrounded by these four powerful men who made her feel so cherished.

But Richard's hand on Marcus's shoulder stopped him short. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," he said, giving Marcus a pointed look. "We don't want to scare or pressure our little angel, do we?"

Marcus nodded, understanding Richard's unspoken message. "You're right," he said, turning to Tessa with an apologetic smile. "We agreed on a few hours like last time. But, just so you know, we're willing to renegotiate the terms."

Tessa's heart fluttered at the thought. She had felt something more than just physical pleasure the last time she was with them. It was a sense of being cared for. Maybe it was all just pretend and for money, but it felt so good. Rachel's words echoed in her mind, but she pushed them aside. She had her phone, and she knew she could leave if she needed to.

Richard's hand squeezed hers gently. "We know you're here to help us fulfill our fantasy," he said, his voice low and soothing. "But tonight, we want to focus on your needs, baby. We'll take care of you."

Tessa looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"We want to cherish you," Richard said, his voice velvety smooth. "We want to take care of you like a daddy does his little girl. Feeding you, bathing you, cuddling you. And, of course, we'll take care of your other needs as well," He grinned.

Tessa's heart skipped a beat at the thought of being pampered by these four dominant men. "Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling.

They guided her to the dining table, which had been set with fine china and crystal glasses. The spread before her was like something out of a magazine, with a variety of dishes that made her mouth water. Richard pulled out a chair for her and she sat down, feeling like a princess at a royal banquet.

"What would you like to eat, baby girl?" Aiden asked, his voice soothing and attentive.

Tessa felt a warmth spread through her chest at the pet name. She glanced at the feast laid out before her, unsure of where to begin. "I don't know," she murmured, feeling overwhelmed.

Marcus leaned in, his breath tickling her ear. "How about I cut you a piece of this juicy steak, baby girl?" His eyes gleamed with playfulness as he held up a knife and fork. "And maybe some of those mashed potatoes?"

Tessa nodded, her cheeks flushing as the men fussed over her like she was their actual baby girl. It was both thrilling and slightly humbling, but she couldn't deny that she enjoyed it. Aiden began to serve her food, carefully cutting each bite into manageable pieces and placing them on her plate. Richard hovered nearby, ready with a napkin to dab at the corners of her mouth if she made a mess.

The steak was tender and perfectly seasoned, melting in her mouth with every bite. Marcus fed her a piece of steak, his eyes never leaving hers as she chewed. She giggled, feeling the weight of his gaze.

"And now," Richard announced, standing up with a wink, "it's time for dessert."

Tessa's eyes followed him as he retreated to the kitchen, his firm, muscular body moving with an easy grace that made her stomach flip. The thought of dessert after such a rich meal was almost too much, but when he returned with a tray of milk and cookies, the sight was so endearing she couldn't resist. She watched as he set it down in front of her, the platter holding four small, perfectly rounded cookies and a mug filled to the brim with milk.

"Milk and cookies, baby girl?" Richard offered her a cookie with a smile that made her knees wobble.

Tessa nodded eagerly, her feet swinging back and forth under the table, the bobby socks a stark contrast to the elegant dining chairs that enveloped her. Her feet barely brushed the floor, the socks leaving little trails in the air as she ate, feeling like a cherished child again. The warmth from the cookies spread through her as she bit into the soft dough, the chocolate chips melting on her tongue. She took a sip of milk, watching the four men watching her with a mix of hunger and affection in their eyes.

Marcus leaned over and took her hand, placing it on his thigh. "Tell us what you liked best, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Tessa felt a thrill run through her as she considered their question. The steak had been divine, but the way they were all watching her, making her feel like the center of their world, was even more delicious. She took another cookie from the tray and took a bite, the sweetness mixing with the rich taste of chocolate. She chewed slowly, savoring the flavor as she swayed her feet in the air, feeling the soft fabric of the socks against her skin. "I liked everything," she murmured, looking up at them with wide eyes.

Aiden's smile grew as he leaned in closer. "But what was your favorite?" His voice was gentle, coaxing.

Tessa looked down at her plate, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "The cookies," she admitted shyly. "They're so warm and sweet."

Marcus leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Just like you, baby girl," he murmured, making her giggle. The room felt hot and intimate, the tension between them growing with each passing moment.

After dessert, Daniel suggested a bath. He led her by the hand to a bathroom that was more like a spa. The sight made Tessa's eyes widen, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The tub was huge, big enough for all of them. It was sunken into the floor, surrounded by marble tiles that reflected the soft glow of the candles that were scattered around the room.

Marcus turned on the faucet, letting the warm water run until the tub was almost full. Then, one by one, the men began to strip down, their clothes falling to the floor in a symphony of fabric and desire. Tessa couldn't help but stare, her eyes lingering on the defined muscles and the trail of hair that led from their chests to their groins. They were all so different, yet all equally attractive. Richard had the body of a Greek god, sculpted and powerful, while Aiden's was more lean, with a hint of ruggedness that made her want to run her fingers over his abs. Marcus was broad-shouldered and strong, his chest covered in a light dusting of hair, and Daniel had a tattoo snaking down his arm that made him look like a bad boy with a heart of gold.