Gigolo Clown Novels & Stories

“Well, that’s easy to fix. I could set you up with someone. You could even pick a few toys to try with him. On the house. Consider it a gift for being Bella’s friend.” My eyes widened. “Wait… seriously?” “Seriously,” she said. “I know a guy. Professional. Good looking, knows exactly how to make a woman feel… everything.” Bella’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean a gigolo?” Claire shrugged. “Call him whatever you want. He’s safe, clean, and damn good at what he does.” I hesitated, feeling heat crawl up my neck. “You’d just… set me up like that?” “You seem curious, Aria. And trust me, curiosity is meant to be satisfied.” Claire gave me a knowing look. “Besides, you can take any of the toys we pick f

The thoughts of Clara being with another man drives him crazy. "Listen to me Owen! I want you to go there now and buy her for the night. I will make a reservation for a hotel you'll take her to, I will be there waiting for her". The call came to an end as Owen sighed deeply. He just hopes he won't mess this up. Just as Donovan had instructed and commanded him, he walked into the sex workers club house and met with their madam. "Welcome sir! How can we be of help to you today". Madam Kim questions the young man who looks modest and filthy rich as he smiles at her.

Gloria was not very tall, and when the man drew near, she seemed even shorter. The man leaned close to her ear. "You can call me Derrick. Are there any employees at Fittro Club who don't love money? You don't have to deny it. As long as you are willing to act like Yuna, you can also get my money." Gloria only felt a hot breath in her ear and took a quick step back. Her legs were once injured, so she staggered and was prepared to take a fall. At that moment, Derrick reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist.

" Mr. Big was small, almost emaciated. Claire thought he looked less like a criminal and more like an elderly shopkeeper or a consumptive window cleaner. "Mr. Fiddle. Your reputation proceeds you," he said ominously, keeping his eyes on Claire's deep cleavage. "Ah, I see you've noticed my latest slut, Clarina," Con said. "She's from Romania." Claire was slightly put out that he'd called her a slut but then realised it was all part of the act. She sat down between them, carefully holding her short coat down over her pussy and trying to remain relaxed. However when Con idly lent over and slid a hand into the top of her coat to squeeze one of her breasts, she couldn't help but jump.

Zoe “Who are you?” I ask the good-looking dark man standing before me. Something about the way he gazes at me makes my skin crawl. It feels like he could see deep inside my soul. It’s a wet and dreary night out. I was just walking home from working at the fabric factory when I ran into this man. My best girl, Clara, and I planned on visiting the new speakeasy in town. Apparently, the proprietor is very handsome. The man steps in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts. This is not the first time I’ve seen him, though. I saw him several days ago when I was at the juice joint near Lexington. He was drinking hooch and talking to that Milquetoast Lenny. My friend Clara spotted him right away

Kelvin laughed in mockery, "Is there more shady things for me to find out about you than what I already did? Are you saying I haven't seen anything at all?" "You're still not answering my question." Kelvin stopped laughing and gave him a cold stare. "That you Jasper Smith has a very powerful criminal record in the past. That's why you hardly get a good job or last long in your other jobs." "So? Is that all or is there more?" Jasper asked again. Kelvin's anger rose up. Raina was right when she said Jasper is rude and arrogant. How can he not care about what he just said. He's acting like it's no big deal for an ex-convinct to work with a prestigious organization like this.

I said “Really?” he gave me a pointed look, “Are you sure about that?” he asked me I struggled to remember what had happened as I stood there speechless. I am certain that I paid him; what is he saying? Shaking my head, I glared at him, “You are a gigolo, it's your job to serve me.” she said as he nodded, “Exactly! I'm a gigolo and since you've taken advantage of me, it's only right for you to take responsibility. Henceforth, you will be my exclusive customer.” he stated

I gave him a simple explanation. Dimitri sighed. "So you ever shagged a clown?" "What?" "Have you ever had sex with a clown?" He asked again. "No! Why?" I quirked my brow. "I promised Declan that I will help him get a woman he can lose his innocence to on this trip. I refuse to have my best friend die a virgin." "Oh, I see," I cleared my throat. "So those two there are female clowns?" I looked over to the two manhandling a protesting Declan.

, a buxom woman with extremely painted face and fake blond hair, wearing a bustier top and ridiculous high heels came tottering towards her. "I know, Clarissa. The traffic was a bitch today", Genie replied her. "Well, you're on in five. Go work your magic" "Sure thing. Is Max around? I need to talk to him about a couple of things once I'm done". Max was the co owner of the club. "You know where to find him, sugar. He'll be down Graciela's throat. You know how he is with the new girls", Clarissa replied. "Yeah. Okay"

I didn’t feel much like it, but Gigi isn’t the type that would take a depressive no as an answer. After a few hours spent drinking and dancing, I started to feel better. And I love Gigi for being that friend who would play the clown as long as it takes to make you laugh again. “Oh, babe, let’s get another shot.” Without even waiting for my answer, he turns around and walks to the bar, his arms swaying in the air. I laugh as I follow him and take the seat next to him. We drown the shots, and just as he orders a new round, dancing to the music while seated, my phone chimes with an incoming text.