It started out just like the wrong sort of romantic comedy. Faced with rising tuition fees, a female friend at your university decided to explore her entrepreneurial side.
"It's going to be easy, Shinoseki. I do what I usually do. I just need someone to help watch out for me when, like, I go on these dates. Y'know? And you're good with numbers and all so I thought you would, y'know, be perfect!"
She was blonde and blue-eyed, the typical American cheerleader girl. You had no doubt that she would be able to find dates easily, but how was she going to make money from it? It took sometime for her explanation to sink in: the gist of it was that she would have the men pay her for the pleasure of her company, and she would in turn pay you a cut of the profits to escort her and ensure the men paid up. You nodded. You were good with numbers. "S-Sure... I think I could manage that. I could probably also arrange for transportation, draw up a proper schedule, do the books, set the fees so that you can make sure you're not losing out on the time-money-investment axis..."
And with that, it was a deal. The business ran smoothly. Money flowed in - there was a surprising demand for college girls in the compensated dating scene. Your friend's friends, seeing the improvement in her lifestyle, decided they wanted in on some of that, and in within a matter of months, there were perhaps about twelve, maybe thirteen employees (one of them was a free-lancer, and you were never sure if she really counted) under your wing. You began hiring other guys at the university - the more athletically-inclined ones - to help keep an eye on the girls. Just so they were safe, of course.
Life was good... but it wasn't easy.