Jadi Gigolo Novels & Stories

Maybe she is right, that's why I have stopped looking for any man and decided that hiring a gigolo for a night should suffice. After all, I only need the satisfaction. Today is Monday night and I can't drag my ass to my usual club yet after such a long day of work, I long for a release. Walking to my office desk, I log in to my favourite p**n website. After scrolling through the videos for a while, I click on a random video. The video starts and a hot blond woman appears. She is dressed in a black evening dress and high heels. The man walks into the frame and his blue eyes make my core clench with anticipation.

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.

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 simply let him hold her. After a long time, he seemed to be coming to grips with the brutal truth. Leaning into her ears, he asked softly, “Tell me. Who is he?” “He’s a gigolo! You won’t be able to find him! I gave him five million dollars and told him to go back to his hometown.” …

“What if you pay a gigolo?” Becky’s eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at Diana for several seconds, completely stunned. “I’m serious,” Diana continued. “A gigolo is someone you pay to do his job well.” “His job? You mean sleeping with me?” “Yes. There’s no emotional attachment. Just one night, and it’s done. After that, you can focus on Alessandra and your work without worrying about management. As your friend, I can even recommend a strong gigolo for you.” Diana paused, smiling mischievously.

“Please, Your Highness! Young Master Josh is impulsive and stupid, and he is also rude and beat me and my comrades when he slept with us… but he promised to make us his concubines…” Josh paled at the words of the gigolo next to him, who didn't seem to intend to apologize and beg for his life. He might instead intend to destroy his reputation to dust. “…he promised to give us a villa if we were willing to be beaten…” The gigolo's acting skills were truly great. After all, he was only telling the truth. Among their other customers, Josh was the rudest—though he was also the richest. When Harriet offered so much money to help him destroy Josh's reputation, the gigolo gladly accepted. Moreover,

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.

She has the nerve. "Of course, I know who you are; you are a shameless male prostitute who robbed a woman of her innocence. And do you feel insulted by the term male prostitute? Oh, sorry, let me correct myself; I mean gigolo,” she said with tears dripping down my eyes, and he looked at her incredulously. She was a very good actor; he was almost convinced for a second.

He screamed, I laughed even more. What do you call it? A man of pleasure who is willing to do anything for a payment sheet called money. My employees called him male prostitute, an urban word that was foreign to me. I'm more familiar with the word gigolo, which is what the service provider used to say. "You have the right to be quiet," I whispered behind his ear, biting slightly, then releasing the monster preparing to rage down there, "and try not to make a sound at all." Without feeling the need to lubricate, I wanted to torture someone. To enter her many times full of intimidation.

"Absolutely." The little fellow was curious. "Mama, what's a gigolo?" The two suddenly realized that the kid was listening to them. Nalan Wushuang explained hastily, "That means someone who giggles a lot." "Oh!" The little fellow nodded, as if she had really understood it. She turned around and said to Qin Haodong, "Papa, you're a gigolo!" "Well..." Qin Haodong felt so embarrassed being called a gigolo by his own daughter. He felt so wronged because he had been living on his own capacity.