Gay For Pay Stories Novels & Stories

, " Ugh! Don't even ask, is there a day it isn't stressful? Thought being an analyst would be easy" " But it's not", Gael said and chuckled, " no job is easy but I trust you'd do a good job irrespective of the occupation you choose ", " Awwn", she blushes, " But you're such a lazy bone, thanks to your passion ", he teased her, " For real?", she giggled as she hit him in the shoulder, " you're not serious ", " Just kidding, you'd have chosen not to work if you want are actually lazy", " Because I have a rich boyfriend ", she blew him kisses,

Work was going smoothly, and for a few hours, I felt like a normal teenager again. I spent most of the morning chatting with Gav. He’s gay and absolutely unapologetic about it. He spent a good thirty minutes gushing about his new boyfriend while he was supposed to be wiping down the cake display. "Girl, he treats me like such a spoiled princess," Gav said, leaning over the counter with a dreamy sigh. "The other night, he took me out to this fancy place, and then afterward..." He went into way too much detail about their sex life, and I had to hold up a hand to stop him.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

] A payment link followed the text. Gia's rage skyrocketed, and she was about to scream when Jacob sent another message. [I drove both times we went out, but I won't ask for gas money. Next time, don't make me pick you up. Gas prices are quite high now, and I plan to take the subway.] "Ah!" Gia screamed out all her grievances like a mad woman. She had pursued Jacob, hoping to find a man who would pay for everything. Unexpectedly, not only did she fail to achieve that, but she also encountered problems every day.

“Lauren, you know what happened the last time I gave someone an advance. Gabe took my money and never stepped foot in here again. He ran away! I can’t do that.” “You know me, Bart. You know I would never run away. My parents are still here. I don’t even have anywhere to run to.” I went on my knees and laced my fingers together in a plea. “Please, just this once. I’ve saved up some, and I’ll add the advance to the money I saved—” “There ain’t nothing much I can do for ya, kid. Just take your pay for the day and hope for the best.” He shrugged, grabbing an envelope containing my day’s salary.

I said slowly, “let’s talk money.” Sophia perked up instantly. “My favorite fucking topic.” Gabriel folded his arms, looking all casual. “How do you want to be paid? Daily, weekly, monthly.” I turned to Emma and Sophia. We had a quick silent conversation with our eyes. I could literally see the dollar signs spinning in Sophia’s head. I faced Gabriel again. “Weekly payments,” I said confidently. “And thirty thousand dollars each.” The whole room went silent. Even Emma looked nervous after I dropped that number.

I say, eyebrow arched, “when did this start?” They both freeze like I hit ’em with a spotlight. Wide-eyed. Guilty as hell. “Uh…” Crandon starts. “About six or seven months ago?” “Okay, okay,” I nod slowly. “So what are you gonna pay me not to tell Dad?” Crandon shoots me a flat stare. Carmen looks halfway amused, halfway choking. He says, “The same amount you’re gonna pay me not to tell Dad you’re gay.” Carmen literally starts choking on her own spit, which is wild because she wasn’t even drinking anything.

" What he didn't say was that just an hour ago, a text had popped up on his phone. [Drag Sharon down in public—there's five million in it for you.] For that kind of payday, of course he was going all in. The rest of the gossip reporters jumped on like sharks smelling blood. "Stop dodging the question! Either give us the truth, or admit you faked it!" "Seriously, a woman without even a high school diploma claiming she earned 100 million on her own?" one of them scoffed. "Does anyone here actually believe that?" "If you can't explain it," another snapped, "we're calling the cops. Right here, right now!"

"Watch it, or I'll sue you for defamation." Rebecca clutched her pearls. "Oof. Someone's touchy. Did we hit a nerve?" I didn't waste breath on their cringey duet. Gavin just leaned into his smirk. "Look, for old time's sake, I can't watch you spiral." He soaked in the attention. "My company's about to go pre-IPO. If you apologize, I MIGHT throw you a janitor gig. Beats bottle hunting—and hey, it even comes with a little dignity."

"I'm just doing my job. Why are you so mean, picking on a new guy?" I snatched the application right out of his grip. "What the hell is this? Why don't you apply for it yourself? Did I ever say I wanted a pay cut? How many times have I told you not to assume things? Are you really that dumb, or are you just pretending?" The grown man pouted like a kid. "I'm doing it for the company. The economy is in the tank. We need to cut costs. Your salary's so high anyway. Why can't you make a sacrifice for the team?"