Gigolo Novels & Stories

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 said and he looked at me with so many emotions and I let his collar go with a jerk. "you know what... you wanted me to be a whore and now I am. Yes... you know my virginity was sold in just 10k Rubel... yes. My dignity was worth only that. And my father watched as a fat old man took my virginity while fucking me ruthlessly across a table on his office. I was really hurt that day... but it hurts more today. Congratulations Mr. Arcangelo Romano... you were right, I finally became a whore... and a gold digger as well. See... I have taken all these Jewells with me as well. Now you can finally relax. You proved me a whore and gold digger... because I am telling you that I am.... I ARINA ROMANO

Fanny cheered up, and requested, “I know. Let get the gigolo first.” “You are right,” she said, and dialed his number again. This time, the gigolo picked, and was panting, “Diane, if you know the owner of this phone, ask her to pay me for my services,” he declared without minding the relationship between her and the owner of the phone. “Yes, I know the owner. How can she meet you?” “I'm with my clients. I will be with you shortly.” “Okay. We are waiting.” Diane cut, and looked at Fanny, and screamed, “What! He is a shameless whoreson dog. He is on another woman.”

our female teacher announced. The four arrogant men immediately went to the front and smiled sweetly that made my female classmates almost dripped their saliva, well not me. "Hello, everyone! I'm Zach Bunglar, 18! It's so nice meeting you all," the latter introduced himself. This one is obviously a womanizer, well there's no denying that he's handsome. But that man is more handsome... oh never mind. Next, the cat-eyed man with a very innocent face introduced himself, "Hello, classmates! I'm Khalil Calicto, 17! I hope that you all will be my friends!" Oh, a cheerful one.

I just finished my task and about to go home since I still have classes tomorrow. As I walked in the pavement, refusing to ride the taxi due to the expensive fare, I had decided to just walk a kilometer instead to reach the nearest bus stop that would lead me to the street where I live with my mother and little brother, I gave a thought about my life. Kiara Stones, 22 years old and an architecture student of Himalaya University, a quiet and timid person during day, but a very different person during the night. And yes, I am a stripper at Desire Night Club. Yes I dance and strip but not totally to the point that I am totally naked. I and the other girls wear seductive and revealing dresses an

said Melly, blinking mischievously. Yuriel was surprised to hear Melly’s words that she wanted to hire a gigolo service, then she looked at her in disbelief. “Hey, is this what you mean by having fun, hiring a gigolo service?” Yuriel stuttered as she said that. Seriously, they ordered gigolo service? Such a thing was rare for women, unless they were rich old women who were distraught with their old husbands. “Why? Are you afraid that Aleandro will find out?” Melly looked at Yuriel provokingly.

He explained, stammering while flashing a ridiculous smile at me. 'How seductive? It’s the fifth time of asking me for money in just 2 weeks that we met. It’s crystal clear that this Chris guy is a gigolo, a male gold digger, a kept man. Too bad I fell for his charms, hoping he’d be supportive and a hard worker. Chris was a smooth talker, after all. All I'd been doing since we met was taking care of him financially. The last time, he cried, that his cancerous mother was dying. I had to send him $500,000 for her treatment and hospital bills. The other day was his car’s endless issue, and before then was, he said he got involved in an accident. It’s as if I’m be

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.

"Look, I'm Rrruby, this here is Desirrê and this is Gigi Caçapa." "Gigi Caçapa?" I looked without understanding what kind of name that was. "Imagine the hole, colleague, the hole!" She answered and started laughing. "I know, you'll be Tata Blowjob! Done! You're baptized. Look, here everyone charges thirty an hour, you can't charge less or the competition won't be fair. And the guys don't pay more. Now, stick out your ass and push your tits up, like this." She stuck her hand inside my dress, giving me the biggest scare, what kind of intimacy was this? She pulled my breasts up, leaving them almost out of the dress, and turned me around. "If the guy pays for the room, you go to the hotel, if no

Arielle said. “Arielle, the clothes are $350. Does that mean there is no fake? And I think the man is a male model or should I say a gigolo? The first lady that visited him does she not look okay? They are all bird of the same feather. In fact, the two ladies are prostitutes. But wait—he can’t afford to pay them, which means he is a gigolo,” Jasmine said. “Gigolo, prostitute or not doesn’t concern us. And we are not the ones sacked, am I right?” Arielle said, but the manager interrupted.