Jadi Gigolo Novels & Stories

Gregory shouted, "I'm her husband. You… Why are you looking for her?" Rachel replied seriously, "Of course, I'm here to get her to clock in. A client specifically requested her. She claimed she was too exhausted from being with someone yesterday and needed a break. Did she think she would get a free pass?" Gregory's face turned pale. Suddenly, Rachel stared at him and said, "Hey, weren't you the one who recently signed up to join the club as a gigolo? You're not bad-looking yourself. We can offer you three thousand dollars."

Bella laughed nervously, "You're funny Jasper. You're acting like we're strangers and this is our first time going out." "I'm supposed to treat you to dinner." "We're friends. There's no rule to that so let's have dinner together." Jasper agreed later on. She dropped him along the way and he found his way to the job vacancies again. Folding the papers on his hand. He tried a lot of places till afternoon and still didn't get a good response. Everyone is either afraid of his last records or they say things that flare him up. He stopped at a cafe to have lunch before going back to continue the job hunt. He is used to hunting for jobs and eventually getting one after a few days. It has only been

"The name is Jilo Valenciaga." That's unusual. I always go to Jilo when I want to talk to him. He is a busy person too. He came here for the first time. "Ma'am, shall I tell him to wait in your office?" Gigi. "No. Take him up here to my room." "I-Is that all right w-with you, ma'am?" Gigi asked a little hesitantly. "Yes please." I also waited for Jilo while I waited for the food that I had the hotel chef cook. I opened the door for him and immediately let him in when he arrived.

"If hell was a real place, I'd have shoved him into it myself." The hatred in my voice surprised even me. Gigi searched my face for a long second before looking away, chewing the inside of her cheek. "You're gonna hate me for saying this," she muttered with a groan. "But I can't just sit here knowing that asshole is doing this to you." I swallowed. "Just tell me." She drew in a slow breath and leaned closer. "There's a man willing to pay twenty grand for a one-night stand." She lowered her voice until it was barely above a whisper. "I was supposed to be the one meeting him... but I can send you instead."

I'd made good money from being a gigolo. Great money. My penthouse was a gift from a former client, paid up front and in cash. But up until three months ago, I'd never made one good financial decision. I'd burned through money like it was fucking s'mores. Fast cars, designer clothes, and private charters. So when I abruptly retired after a client tried to cop a feel-no, not cop a feel: sexually assaulted me-my cash began dwindling at astonishing rates.

“I knew it. Regality didn’t make a mistake sending those hosts to our house. Mr. Abel was warning you to stop bringing his wife along to fool around with men!” “Hey, I didn’t bring his wife along to fool around with men, okay?! She’s the one who brought me along! That was the first time I went to that kind of place! I never had access to those places before! Honestly, though, the gigolos at Serenity’s club are really good. Their figures and faces are all on par with those of the pretty boys in the entertainment industry.” The more Pearl talked about it, the happier she got. Her eyes even began to shine.

“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!”

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

the female detective instructed. “I work as a gigolo. That's what I do for a living and I have my clients all over the place. This woman here, Diana Shawn, approached me and gave me a job. She said her sister needs my services because her fiance Kabir Jamal is unable to please her. That was a few years ago. She paid and when I was supposed to do my job, I couldn't find the client. The hotel room number was unavailable. And recently, she approached me again and said she wants me to do a clean job for her….”

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?]