How I Sucked My Way Out of Debt Into Debt Book

Lauren, a 30-year-old married white housewife, is on the verge of losing everything. Her small bakery business collapsed two years ago, leaving her buried under $87,000 in crushing debt: an SBA loan default, maxed credit cards, unpaid medical bills from emergency surgery, and a shady $9,000 “benevolence fund” loan from her megachurch that the pastor guilted her into taking.
Her husband Mark has been unemployed for months, job-hunting desperately, and has a small penis that Lauren has always gently downplayed as “not a big deal”—even as their two years of trying to conceive have ended in failure.

When four imposing Black debt collectors—Devon (the calm leader), Carlos, Eric, and Lucas—arrive at her door on a Friday afternoon to repossess the car and begin foreclosure proceedings, Lauren drops to her knees in the living room and begs for mercy.

In a moment of pure desperation, she offers the only thing she has left: her body, for one full weekend (Friday night through Sunday evening), with no limits, no condoms, every hole available.