It's 1999, and Jim has the CFO job, the Porsche, and the San Francisco townhouse. But his love life is empty, and his coworkers don't know that he's gay.
On a business trip, Jim sees a deliciously beefy straight college jock casually strutting around the airport, as if placed there just to tempt him.
Jim wants to close the deal, but all he has is fifteen minutes, a quiet airport bathroom, and a wad of cash.