Gigolo Clown Novels & Stories

I pushed his hand off my way. His smile broadened and I found him staring at my cleavage at close range. “You should learn to stop staring at a woman that way.” “I won't learn that until I have you warm my bed at nights,” “You’re a fucking gigolo!” “It would only end when you say yes to me.” “And I would never!” “And I'm not giving up, either. And when I get to own you, I'd remind you of this day. Just then his doorbell rang. He turned towards the door and asked,

Harman’s Gypsy driver, Pali, was awed when he opened the door for them a little later when they got out of the gate of Alodia’s employers’ residence. Pali had been serving Harman for quite a long time now, he had said. “Would you believe he was a pickpocket before he met me?” Harman informed Alodia in a whisper. “Serios?” She almost couldn’t believe it that her eyes rounded. “Good that he has changed!” she exclaimed softly.

I ignored that question. Once I settled in the room I had booked, I swung my laptop open. The gigolo website I found was called something vulgar that I will not be repeating out loud. The profiles were surprisingly organized. I scrolled with a determined, slightly crazy energy, looking for the right man. I didn't bother to check their pictures, because I didn't want to be too choosy. I just needed a good fuck for the night. "Good." I murmured as I sent the request, paid the deposit, and then sat back and waited.

Myka felt her heart bleed. “Illegal means, of course,” Carol said with a smile. “Forget about how I got the money. Let’s just have fun tonight.” She slapped a wad of cash on the table and pointed at the four gigolos. “Strip. Go on.” Gigolos loved pretty and generous young women. Since Carol gave them tips, they immediately removed their shirts and thanked her with fawning smiles. “Thank you, Miss.”

She frowned and asked, “Who are you? Why did you capture us?” Clown smiled and said, “Because I am your future husband! Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Quincy Zoppins, my alias is Clown.”

‘Reminds me of your Gary. They reminded Clare of Gary too, and, despite herself, she felt a pang of desire. The stripper began to pull the chiffon pantaloons down over his hips, turning his back to the audience and bending over so they were peeled over his very tight buttocks. When he got them to his knees he jumped around to face the audience again. He sat on the floor, jack-knifed his legs out in front of him and pulled the pantaloons off over his ankles.

It seemed to hum beneath her flesh. "Ma'am, would you like a seat?" Clara turned to the male stripper who was dressed in a similar fashion as those on stage, his bare chest right in her face. He smelled really good, like a blend of sex and provocative perfume. He had a dark brown skin with disciplined muscles, and his dark eyes seemed amused. "Oh, my apologies. Yes please." She replied, realising how silly she must look standing by the entrance, her fingers clutched tightly to her purse.

KHLOE POV It was a cold night in Los Angeles. Club Doridego was open for business as always. The interior of the club was decorated with red and blue velvet curtains and dazzling lights to showcase its opulence. Surrounded around the strip club were beckoning tasty rich and wealthy men, both old and young, who came to spend cash in return for the ecstasy and excitement which the seductive naked ladies offered them.

Kia asked enthusiastically. She had never met a gigolo before. And if this man really was one, it would be her lucky day. A gigolo would definitely know how to satisfy her desires. The man caught Kia’s playful fingers that were teasingly zigzagging down his chest, making his blood race. Then, still gazing into Kia’s eyes, he kissed her fingers. "I belong to you alone, miss. I’ll be anything you want me to be," he said, deliberately repeating the words Kia had earlier said to Soft Voice.

I must have drifted through a portal into another dimension and this clown is the ruler of this new land I am in. “Clown?” he says confusedly as he moves his arms around me. “You are a sexy clown, are you not? You have cotton candy hair, and your skin is like a coloring book! Do you have more markers for us to color the rest of you with, Mr. Clown?” “What…the…fuck?” I giggle as I get back up on my feet, making him stumble backward into the grass. I sit on top of him and give him another hug, which makes my entire body vibrate.