Gigolo Novels & Stories

Nicole replied and Sara looks at her in a confused manner. "Tell me, Nicole, what is it? I will do anything it takes to save Cara, please just tell me," she begged. "I am a stripper Sara," Nicole said and Sara stares at her in shock. "A stripper?" She asked and Nicole nods. "Yes, I am the head of the strippers in a strip club." Nicole retorted and Sara looked around the house once again in disbelief. "You got all this from dancing on the pole?" She questioned once more. "Sara am telling you this because I want to help and this is my only means of helping you.

"I will sue you! I will tell to your boss that you harassed me in order to sign those fucking papers!" "Oh, I can't believe this! The news about you is true! You are a casanova! Nastay musician who loves whore! Put it in your mind that I will never be one of your whores! I am not cheap!" Greg held her hand and pushed her inside the unit. She was shocked when Greg kissed her forehead. "You will never be a gangster when you are with me. Just trust me, we can work together with the song you wrote and the contract you signed to will only last for one year. After that, you are free."

Coincidentally, Yoselin and her friend Zheneria were also there. “Yoselin, you said Elena hooked up with a man—was that true?” Zheneria whispered, pulling Yoselin aside. “Of course it’s true,” Yoselin snorted. “I saw it myself. That pretty boy drove Elena home.” “Her status is already low. She just crawled back from the countryside. How could she afford a good-looking guy?” “That man must be a gigolo,” Yoselin said smugly. “A very expensive one too. One night with him probably costs thousands. He was tall, handsome, built, and apparently great in bed—”

"I have to give this to Jess. Jess!" When one of the hotel's staff saw me staring, they came out to explain the situation. "That man has quite the sob story. He borrowed a lot of money from loan sharks to help his sister pay off her debt. When he couldn't repay the loan sharks, he ended up becoming a gigolo. "Once, he came to this hotel with a patron. It seems the patron did something to him and made him faint. After waking up, he would scream and hide whenever he saw a man. He even borrowed my phone the other day to call someone named Sasha.

My phone. I lunged for my bag, yanked out the charger, and plugged it in. The screen lit up with dozens of flashing notifications. And that's when my stomach dropped straight to the floor. Messages started pouring in, one after the other, all from the number of the actual gigolo I'd hired: [Hey, I'm here. I'm in the lobby.] [They won't let me up without an invitation. Can you come get me?] [Zoey? You there?]

She looked like she walked right off the met gala. Rich, poised, and beautiful beyond imagination. “I think you have served your purpose here, honey. Don’t worry about the payment, he will cash app it to you,” she said with a gnarly smile on her face. Wow, one look and she knows I am a whore. I could feel my eyes getting wet so I ran away before it could get anymore embarrassing. I don't know how to be a camgirl and embrace it. I feel like throwing up whenever someone calls me a whore. I need to be with people who are not judge-y and pessimists.

Lucas questioned, his gaze now fixated on the manager, who had begun to sweat under the chilled air of the VIP section. "N-no, of course not, sir. I am just trying to explain that there are equally stunning strippers in our establishment that can fulfill your desires. I can arrange for any one of them to join you immediately," Manager Tee hastily clarified, trembling from fear. "I have made my decision. Get her!" Lucas commanded, gesturing again to the same bodyguard, who retrieved a bag filled with a substantial sum. The bodyguard handed the bag to the manager, who unzipped it and greedily eyed the pile of cash. His stance changed, unable to resist such a tempting offer.

Neither of her husbands had ever gotten her pregnant, and that was part of why she hadn’t thought about the possibility with Bobby. “I wouldn’t do this with a woman if I didn’t want her to have my child,” he said. “That’s silly!” she said. “You’re a gigolo.” “Maybe,” he said. “I haven’t actually looked that word up in a dictionary yet, but I don’t really do this for the money.” “Why do you do it then?” she asked. He looked at her like she was crazy. “I do it because I like the women I do it with,” he said.

I am Layla Sabella, a wage slave earning 0.3 mills a month, when I somehow transmigrate into another world. I wake up as the kept woman of Brexton's most powerful young heir. Tyler Farrell looks at me, his gaze condescending. "Go on, then. What do you want?" His friends immediately start teasing me. "Come on, let's make a bet. I say she'll ask for a designer handbag. That's every gold digger's favorite." “That’s too basic. I’m betting on a mansion. I had a gold digger try to get one out of me once.” Nadia Lachey, the only woman in their group, smiles. “You're all too shallow," she says. “Knowing gold diggers, she'll be aiming for the biggest prize of all. Obviously, she'll want t

I just needed to escape before I walked down that aisle and became someone’s silent punch bag for the rest of my life. Gigi, my best friend, recommended him. She said he's a fixer. Smuggler. Loanshark. He could handle literally any dirty job, as long as the pay is good. And now, I’m standing in front of a man that looks like women fall on their knees to beg, just to have a taste of him. I step closer to make sure he hears me clearly. “I said I'll pay you a million dollars! I need my wedding ruined.” I yell over the blasting music in the club.