Life Changes

Tony

Mr. Peabody was a very distinguished man whose quiet demeanor can be very intimidating. I sat nervously in front of his desk as he signed a few documents his assistant quickly brought in. As soon as he finished, he directed his full attention towards me. I sat up straight in the chair. 

“Mr. Hamilton, Alex tells me that you have some questions before joining?” He started. 

“Yeah, I do. He told me he goes on dates and gets paid? Is that correct?  How does that work?”

He smiled and laced his fingers. “Alex pretty much gave you the watered down version.” 

“Huh?”

“Let me explain. At Your Service is a professional escort service for women. It is similar to the Elegant Escorts and Illustrious Women business concept,  however we are men.”

“So you cater to women clients?” I asked. 

“Yes. You will be trained to be a professional escort and/or companion to prominent women who may be business women, celebrities, women who hold political positions, and internationally diverse women who need someone to accompany them to various events. You will be able to converse with the likes of others in different fields and languages as well as learn particular skills that will help you reach your full potential.”

“Wow.” He said a mouthful. “Alex said there was training.”

“Yes, you will have classes you are required to attend. You will attend cooking class, yoga and meditation, and etiquette classes as well as learn a different language.”  Mr. Peabody said as he adjusted himself in front of the desk as he opened his laptop began typing. 

My mind was trying to take in all of the required classes I would have to take. It was fascinating that I would be trained in all of these skills and get paid for it.  

“This all sounds amazing, but how do the contracts work?”

“Depending on the individual that starts the contract will depend on how much you will be paid. For a typical contract in which you will accompany someone to either a meeting, conference, dinner meeting, or etcetera you will be paid $500 - $1000 per contract,” Mr. Peabody stated. 

“For a contract!” I interrupted. Mr. Peabody smiled, I’m sure he was familiar with receiving that response.

“Yes. As for contracts that involve intimate matters they will start at $1500 and go up from there.”

“Holy!” I held the last part but I was floored. 

“We have very private individuals who pay for their business to stay private.”

“Completely understandable.”  I sat thinking about all of the money I would be able to save up for the business. “Do I  have to accept intimate contracts?”

“No, they are not required. You choose the contract you would like to fulfill.” He answered. 

“But women will pay to be intimate with me?”

“You’ll be surprised what these women pay for. They are very particular in what they want and how they want it.” He quipped. 

“Interesting.” I said, nodding my head. 

“Do you have any more questions, Mr. Hamilton?”

“Yes, Alex informed me that I would be required to stay on campus while in training. Is this correct?”

“Yes. Classes will be held everyday and you will need to complete them before we can give you a contract therefore we will give you accommodations within the building so you will have access to your classes.”

“Wow.” They had everything covered. 

“Are you ready to join At Your Service?” Mr. Peabody said as he kept typing on his laptop. 

“Yes, I am. I am very interested.” I said. I could make the money we needed with just a few contracts. 

“Great,” he said as he pulled open his side drawer and pulled out a notebook. “Let me get you set up, one moment. He pulled open another drawer and pulled out a case containing a key card and mobile phone, turning it on and setting it aside. 

He pulled out a key card and jotted down the number as well as turned over the mobile phone and took note of the phone number labeled on the back. 

“While you are in the beginning stages, you will have accommodations on a floor designated for our employees within this building. Here is your key for your apartment. Feel free to bring your personal items to make yourself comfortable.” Mr. Peabody said, handing me the key card. 

“Thank you.” 

“Here is your work phone. The number is listed back on the removable label. Please have it with you at all times, especially when you have been assigned to a client. The phones have a tracking app on it should you need assistance.” He slid over the android phone. 

“Thank you again. When do I start?”

“You will start your classes on Monday. You will attend a cooking class with me once a week. And what language would you like to learn?” He asked. 

“I would like to learn Spanish.” I replied. 

“Awesome.”

“Can we learn more than one language?” I asked, I wanted to challenge myself.

“Yes you can. What other language would you like to learn?”

“Korean.”

“Good choice. We have some Korean businesswomen who use our services outside the US as well, just FYI.”

“What? I don’t understand?”

“Some contracts will request you travel out of the country. We will set all accommodations for those contracts and take care of all visas that are needed.” Mr. Peabody answered. 

“Wow!” I didn’t have anything to ask. He had piqued my interest and I was ready to sign. 

Mr. Peabody chuckled, “Are you ready to become an employee of At Your Service?”

“Most definitely! Where do I sign?”  I said leaning towards the desk. 

“I will need your signature on these documents,” he said as he placed a folder containing a stack of documents in front of me. “Please sign where you see all of the yellow flags.”

I signed my life away as I signed my name on each page with a yellow flag.

“Welcome to At Your Service. Should you need anything, please contact me with the cell phone.” He said reaching over his desk to shake my hand. I took hold and shook it gratefully,  as I had an indication that my will change for the better. 

“Thank you, Mr. Peabody. I really appreciate this.”

“You are very welcome. You can go and check out your apartment by taking the elevator to the employee floor. It will be the floor marked with “E” next to the number on the floor panel in the elevator.”

“Awesome,” I said standing up and gathering my stuff. “Thank you again.”

“You are most welcome. Good Luck. See you Monday.”  He said smiling.  I turned and quickly left to check out of the office. 

I opened the door to my apartment and it was magnificent. The apartment was fully furnished with everything I needed. I opened the refrigerator and it was fully stocked with drinks, fruits and vegetables. It was stocked with a selection of meats, cheeses and frozen foods in the bottom freezer. On the counter was a gift card with $200 for Walmart with a note: “Please purchase any extra items you may need.” 

“Well damn!” I said walking around the apartment checking out the bedroom and master bath. I looked around in awe thinking why hadn’t I joined this company long ago!

My phone rang as I stood in the living room, taking in everything that had just fallen into my lap. 

“Hello?”

“So how’s it going? Enjoying your new bachelor pad?” It was Alex, he knew I was going crazy. 

“Dude! Why didn’t I join sooner?”  I said looking around. 

“I told you. But you’re here now. Trust me, the classes help so go to all of them.”

“Dude, this is amazing.”

“I know. Just wait until you get paid.”

“I can’t wait for that to happen for sure.” I said walking around and opening empty cabinet doors. 

“It will, just learn as much as you can so you can increase your base pay.” Alex suggested. 

“So Alex, I have a question.” I was curious and I needed to ask.

“Shoot.”

“Do you take intimate contracts?”

“Yes, of course! Those pay the most. Sometimes I get a repeat contract, but the intimate ones don’t come as often as you might think.” He answered. 

“Understandable. So do you get a request for a contract or do you choose which contract you want to work?”

“You get both. Sometimes, the women will want to look at the staff therefore they want to see the escort ahead of time. Then there are those who just want an escort so the contract is offered and whoever wants it takes it.”

“Does anyone turn down a contract?” I asked.

“Why would they?” he chuckled. “But no, there has never been a contract turned down that I know of.  As far as I’m concerned, all contracts are matched.” 

“Interesting.” I looked around the apartment and smiled thinking I had just landed the job of a lifetime. 

“Well, I’m glad you’ve come aboard. Get ready for your life to change dramatically.”

“I was just thinking that. I don’t know if I’ll tell my Mom just yet.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t tell your mom. She might think you’re a gigolo.”  Alex quipped. 

“Yeah, that’s why.” I laughed. “Well, I’m about to head home and pack up a few things so I can make this place my own since I’ll be here for at least 4 months.” I said, grabbing the key card off of the table. 

“Yeah, you might as well make it comfy. Well, I just made it to my destination for my lunch contract so I will hit you up later. Good Luck, but I don’t think you’ll need it. You’re a natural.”

“Thanks man, I appreciate that. Talk to you later.” And Alex was gone. 

I headed out to grab my things from my apartment. I hoped Matt wasn’t at home. I didn’t want to explain that I was moving out temporarily, but I saw this as the best way for me to get some experience, network and earn the capital that is needed for our business. 

Olivia

I would have never thought I would have gotten to this point of having an affair, yet my husband does it on the regular so I guess it would be a win-win for me. After 25 years of marriage, I would have thought we would be closer than when we started, but with Robert being so business oriented, making money came first and sex thereafter. However, he has been doing both, just not with me. 

“If you’re not going to get a divorce, then get someone on the side. You deserved to be happy too!” My best friend, Sharon, suggested. She was divorced and living life to the fullest. I admire her as she is taking full advantage of her sexual prowess by letting me know each and every time she has been with a younger man.

“But Sharon, what if my husband finds out?” I asked her. 

“Then he would be a hypocrite,” she replied. “He’s fucking his assistant, remember?”

Yes, I remembered. 

The day I found out about his affairs, I was ready to leave. But I loved my house, the area we lived in and all our material possessions, so I decided to stay. We didn’t have any children, which I regretted but then again maybe it was for the best considering  we weren’t even communicating with each other. Besides, Robert wouldn’t have time for children anyway, he was too busy with either work or fucking someone else. 

“If you want to have some fun, you should have an affair with your gardener. He’s young and probably horny as hell. You know, the ones who look at you and lick their lips thinking about how they want to fuck you.”  

"You sound like you've already experienced that very same scenario." I quipped. 

"Well, let's just say I had the pleasure of doing it recently. He's a good lover and a nice guy. Just what I need to make me smile daily.”

Sharon's comment made me wonder what a young man's cock would look like, taste like, and how much he would be able to satisfy me. For the past two weeks, I had been watching my gardener as he worked. I could tell he was trying to hide his bulge but he was doing a poor job of it.

"If you don't want to fuck your gardener, then I know a service that you could use." 

"A service? How do you know this?" I asked, being very curious.

"Let's just say I've used the service before. There are many young men out there that would love to fuck your brains out.”  

I thought of how wonderful it would be to be fucked that well.