Gigolo Novels & Stories

Was he a gigolo or maybe, he is a homo. Before I could even conclude what this male was, some bunch of females flocked around me eyeing me with desires and fascination spread across their faces. “if you want a free ride I could give you one,” one of the females said pushing his bosom up almost revealing her tits, “I could give you both, a free ride and money, you are too hot to spend your cash,” another said giggling like a horny bitch. “That is enough, everyone back to work?” he said dismissing them before his gaze move to me and Caldwell, “you see, you are fucking hot and you get my girls excited, so tell me which of the female did you want?”

I asked, curious to know if her case was like mine. She took a deep breath, took steps and sat on the bench I had sat on before she arrived. "I'm Bianca, a college student from Harvard. Mateo and I met a year ago and we started dating. He was nice, loving and lovely and we had so much fun and sexcapades whenever he comes to the states to see me. one day i decided to check his chats and i found out he is a gigolo and that was his job, he approached me for a reason and he never stated the reason on his chats with his friend and by then i had told him i was pregnant and he gave me a drug, to cut the long story short i passed out from the drug and was taken to the

"No, it hasn't gotten to that. I was paid by a man named Cruz to drug her and have her be the one to initiate sex. You can't send me to jail?" "I can," Tristan retorted, his voice cold and unwavering. The gigolo paled, his face draining of all color. His bravado evaporated like mist in the sun. "But I won't," Tristan added, a cruel smile curling his lips, "if you play by my rules." "What are the options?" the gigolo asked, his voice trembling with desperation.

It'd be a wild ride, scoring cash while driving them wild with pleasure—now that sounds like a party worth crashing! Without wasting a second, I dove straight into my computer and scoured sites looking for gigs as a gigolo. I stumbled upon a website that caught my eye: elitesex.com. It promised a wild experience where both the gigolos and the women flaunt sexy masks during their escapades, keeping their identities under wraps. I mean, who wouldn't want to get it on anonymously, right? Apparently, even some high-profile government officials and celebs are in on the action!

Her voice trembled but was firm, her eyes staring directly at this man. "Oh, you're the one who chatted last night?" This macho man remembered last night's chat, which sounded reckless, promising to pay dearly for intimate lessons. Apparently, Windy had been looking for a gigolo who could teach her how to satisfy a man—she found a secret website and chatted with Wilson, who offered "safe and professional sensual lessons," promising to teach her sucking and shaking techniques that would drive men crazy.

With a heavy sigh, he decided to humour Kaden. "Because you're cranky," Kaden offered simply. "And you never get cranky. You're the least cranky person I know. Until you need to get laid, that is." He flashed a cheeky smile, letting his dimples show. His black, sleeked back and overly gelled hair caught the light, making it shine. "Hell, I can hook you up right now." He pulled out his phone. "Just one call." "No," Julian told him firmly. "I don't want a prostitute, and I don't care for one night stands. If I want...relief, I'll just do it the old fashioned way."

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.

And lately, the police have been raiding the bar I work in, my dad bailing me out is nothing new. Yes I am a stripper, I love what I do. I grew up dancing, ballet was my favorite. My dad supported me of course, I graduated from the best prestigious art university. Being a stripper is the best thing to ever happen to me whereas my dad, the wealthiest man in Los Angeles and the US, it is said to bring dishonor to his name and whatnot. My father, the famous multi-billionaire, Charlie Clover just had to have a daughter who is a stripper. It doesn't paint a good picture of his image. So yes, I left everything to be a stripper, and FYI because I am a stripper doesn't make me a prostitute and I don

“Trixie is drop-dead gorgeous. Who wouldn’t want to have a look at her? Unfortunately, my pockets aren’t deep enough...” The two escorts saw his disappointment and exchanged glances. Gigi blew into his ear and said sweetly, “Actually, there’s a way for you to make big bucks. It just depends on your guts!”

"You see, Miss Barns, I want you to be my girlfriend and I'll pay you for your services" One, two, three, did I just hear that statement right, like I paid a ten dollars cab, dressed in the most expensive cloth in my wardrobe to hear this, "What?!!" "Miss Barns, I'm in a situation where you can help me, and then I'll pay you" "You'll pay me for what? to be your personal whore?" His brows furrowed, as he straightened himself on his chair "I didn't say that, I said I want you to be my girlfriend and I'll pay you"