Gentleman Guide Oc Novels & Stories

" how?-" "is it like this ?" the man said " well we made a deal with a certain angel at the time and we got this place people can't easily enter without a guide so it's safe " " I see " he said as he looked around in awe at his surroundings . as he followed the man he went into a stadium like structure,as the went in deeper through its long hall he saw a lot of doors but decided not to ask as they walked on one of the doors opened and a girl stepped out ,she was drenched in sweat and she looked tired but when she saw terry and the man she perked up.

The stench of sweaty bodies, sex, and blood hung so heavy it was tough to breathe. When they reached the section for the sexually twisted, Ocilian escorted them in, gave them a brief rundown of how things operated, showed them the supply of sex toys and torture apparatus that was at their disposal, and then left them to their own devices with the promise of returning for them when their time ran out.

They’d just twist my words anyway. The guide—a chipper man with a polished smile and a clipboard—introduces himself as Daniel and claps his hands together, launching into a speech about the hotel’s amenities. His enthusiasm is contagious at first, but it’s hard to focus with the weight of everyone’s stares drilling into me. As Daniel leads us on the tour, pointing out the spa, gym, and various luxuries, I stay near the back of the group, keeping my head down.

“Hermano,seems like your now attached to your girl because i don’t see you in your damn company.But that’s not why I called…I got this text from an unknown number telling me to inform you that there’s gonna be trouble if you don’t hand over the territory—“. “What?Uh wait,I’m with my girlfriend,we’ll talk later.Tiana end it!” I do as he says clearly confused. “What did he mean by that??!” “It’s probably just a wrong number,don’t worry.Uhh—do you want burgers,I can stop by that drive thru and get burgers yeah?” “Okay,sure”. I wash off what I just heard from Jamie but something still felt off. He turns off onto a different street, the neighborhood getting increasingly nice with each passing hou

I slam the door behind me. And lock it. My fingers are shaking as I pull out my phone. It’s time for Plan B. I searched online for some reputable agencies for Omega escort services. I’d looked into it once, a long time ago, for research. They provide legal, safe, consent-based companionship for Alphas in rut. The line picks up on the second ring. “Golden Moon Agency, how may we assist you tonight?” “I need an Omega,” I say, voice clipped. “Now.”

"First up, we have a couple of spa dates. Massages, facials, etc. We deserve some pampering after the stress from the trip and last night's... I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Last night?" I spoke and removed my eyes from his gaze. My cheeks reddened. Nicklaus chuckled lightly. "You know what I mean. and I was... We just need to relax today," he corrected himself. The tour guide arrived. “Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Coleman; my name is Anthony, and I will be your tour guide. Are you ready to explore the island?” He asked excitedly. I smiled. “Hello Anthony, yes, we are,” I spoke, holding hands with Nicklaus.

"Yeah, keep chickening out and Winona really will leave." Leon walked them to the door, voice flat. "Get out." The door shut. Silence. I gripped my phone, heart racing. My brain spiraled—he liked me? Since when? Why never show it? And a side of him I didn't know... I bit my lip and opened his following list. All kinds of accounts—couple advice, intimacy tips, tutorials on pleasing a partner. I went numb. This man—abstinent on the outside—was secretly researching all that?

"Yes… you can. Just call to my office. You can request me as your tour guide later if it's right that I don't bring other guests." "I received a call in a moment, Dhe," Clarinta interrupted when Radit looked like he was about to open his voice. "Oh? Okay Rin," said Dhea welcome. "Well, I think it can be directly personal," said Radit after Clarinta walked away. "I can't, Dit because it's already in the contract. I can't guide guests personally," said Dhea. "Yeah, just say a friend or a boyfriend. Don't say guiding, but let's just go for a walk."

We had been walking around for about fifteen minutes and we were only halfway through the floor, not even the entire building, it lived up to being called the headquarters of the Blackwood franchise. “Are you sure you never worked as a tourist guide before? You talk like some kind of professional that’s been in the field for years” I inquired noting his talents as a guide. He acted like those guides with name tags like Bob or Mark that co-ordinates tours around whole cities. “For the third time, No. And stop asking, you’re making me feel subtly insulted.” He threw back at me as we walked. How rude! And I even thought to compliment him. “Over here we--” He stopped in his tracks suddenly and I