Gigolo Clown Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 28: Drunk Sex No one’s POV: Georgia was at another table. She saw and heard Cullen the moment she chose to book Chloe Washington, an American stripper. She is white and very sexy. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. Cullen who was so drunk was wobbly while walking towards the side of the stage, going to the payment counter. Chloe got off of the stage and she was being assisted by the staff for her bag and they put a robe on her. Cullen showed his black credit card and made his payment. Chloe saw it and she was amazed. Cullen’s hoodie was still intact even though he was so drunk.

It was her turn to appear scandalized. She was not looking for me to be willing. Negotiating shoving my dick in Klaus Mikasa wasn't on my year's bingo card, either. But it was all theoretical anyway.No hurting me." She had stood up a finger for every rule, counting them out on her hand and starting with her thumb. "No audience, you always wear a condom—I am never getting pregnant again—and we'll have to be exclusive.".I nodded. That's not a problem. I'd been a huge pussy lover in my old gigolo job, and I just wasn't up for variety. If anything had been true about that job, it was that a pussy was a pussy.I enjoyed the hypocrisy of the situation. I'd been paid to pretend to date all manner of

He was the kind of man who treated his woman as his possession; he expected complete submission. Now she was even more certain he wasn’t the man for her. "What are you looking for?" he asked, his piercing gaze making her uncomfortable. "Lots of money," Gigi answered. "I am quite expensive, can't do basic shit." She smiled to herself as his brows faintly drew together. He must now think of her as a gold digger. Just then, a waitress came, asking for their order. Gigi was quick to get into her observation mode, keen to catch one slip. The ones preaching unwavering loyalty are often perverts in disguise.

Glory's sudden outburst took Clara by surprise, she looked so dumbfounded that her face turned pale but all of a sudden she started laughing. "What's so funny?." Glory asks with a frown. " I was right all this time, I know you will get tired of pretending and one day voice out, but I never imagined it to be like this, but I'm happy, you are just the right person for him, I don't care how you fuck him, whether he emptied his cum bag inside you,or you sucked it all with your dirty mouth, neither I'm I concerned about the number of style you showed him the truth still remains that you are a Shameless slut, a whore who fucks anything inside a trouser no matter how dirty it was. Now back to our d

"What a face and a contradicting personality to match." "Maverick! Man! Where are you going this early? The fun is just starting! Do you want to miss the final show?" I stopped on my tracks on the door out when I heard the drunk voice of my pal, Cholo. He is seated on a couch on the side of the club in the middle of two club girls both wearing a dominatrix outfit. His arms were splayed on either side of the waists of the girls while a bottle of liquor was lying on his lap. I remembered Femella's clothes earlier. Thank goodness she wrapped herself carefully. I might have lost all my control over my sanity had I saw her in these same clothes.

I dragged him by his shirt into the dark room as the door shut behind us, I pushed him to the bed, climb on him and ventured my lips on his, His lips was so soft, he smells so nice and expensive, the gigolos here must be really paid a lot for him to afford such expensive fragrance. It took a while before he responded and as he did at once, I felt his huge hand grabbed my small waist, before my drunk head could think straight I was under him, naked, stark naked. And my breast was in his mouth, as he suckled hard on my nipples, it was like I was sent to the ninth cloud, and his fingers trailed in-between my legs to my vagina domain as he slowly caressed my clitoris, I was slippery wet at once.

They both walked to the center of the dance floor and danced to a slow song. When they finished, the DJ changed the song into a fast one. Everyone started crowding the dance floor. Dalon jumped from his seat, took my hand and pulled me towards the dancefloor. We both started dancing real fast and laughing at the same time.. I of course didn’t pay attention to my footing and tripped on my dress. “Shit!” I close my eyes, ready for an impact when I was stopped by hands wrapped around my waist. “I guess Ms. Clumsy is still there with us” he grins sheepishly.. “Oh yeah.. she’ll be here forever.”

Her face turned into an experienced smile: "Mr. Milan, the clown is here." Ashley visibly raised her head... Why is Milan here? She thought they were just guys from the capital. Milano is still here. He did it on purpose. Deliberately wanted to see her humiliated, see her discriminated against, see her suffer. “Clown, come here, laugh.” On a recliner encrusted with black diamonds, sat a large child, wearing a black and white striped shirt, tight jeans, and a silver necklace around his neck, full of hip-hop style.

Meg retorted. “Meg!” Tanya called in a hushed whisper. “Wow,” Ayo said and reached for the croissant that Tanya had intended to reach for earlier. “Let me get this straight,” he bit the croissant as he walked to the other side of the table. “You also think I am a…what did you call it again, babe? Oh, yes, a gigolo,” he answered himself before Tanya could say a thing. “Thought? I thought? You want to deny that fact in front of your legions of clients who are probably marching to the TTT right now to sing like canaries?”

I whispered while sighing softly. His eyes widened, and I saw one hand go down to his crotch. I smile happily. He was so deep in thought that for a few moments; he said nothing. “How? Can you give me the phone numbers of those gigolos?” I whispered while licking my lips. “What if I become your gigolo? Do you want it? For the cost, we can negotiate,” he replied. “Oh okay. But where can we do it? Aren’t you at work?” I asked, smiling happily.