Jadi Gigolo Novels & Stories

I ignored that question. Once I settled in the room I had booked, I swung my laptop open. The gigolo website I found was called something vulgar that I will not be repeating out loud. The profiles were surprisingly organized. I scrolled with a determined, slightly crazy energy, looking for the right man. I didn't bother to check their pictures, because I didn't want to be too choosy. I just needed a good fuck for the night. "Good." I murmured as I sent the request, paid the deposit, and then sat back and waited.

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.

Evelyn teased back. "Ridiculous! My husband is far more handsome than any of them. Why would I fall for them?" Mara defended, feeling a hint of embarrassment. "Feeling oppressed because you're now married?" Evelyn teased further. "Get yourself married first. Let's focus on business. The woman said she'd pay hundred dollars so let's get to work" Mara redirected the conversations. They ordered the said guy that they came for, and asked him to take them to his room, he declined at first, Because ladies that come to gigolo houses are mainly older women.

’ I thought, crazily in my head, as I screamed for more. “Slut! I'm a slut! ” He spanked me so hard. “Can I show you more? ” he asked, climaxing on my pussy again. Staining my thighs. “Show me more, and I will double your pay. What do you say?” I asked; seeing his eyes beam with a smile made me smirk evilly. I found a perfect gigolo. I planned to keep him even after marrying Darius. I can't afford to lose a gift like him. “We have all night!”

But then, when Shiloh was already in high school, it happened. Gil's just got back from work. He got home a bit earlier than he thought he would. His job now wasn't just being an accountant, he was also involved in money laundering and managing other dodgy deals. He liked having links with gangsters and the mafia, and his work became much more stable. He had clients from all kinds of different fields. For him, it was perfect. He went into the house, but couldn't smell Graciella's pheromones. Usually, when he walked in, the scent of her pheromones hit him.

With all the confidence she had, Gigi walked through the crowd with her head held high. She was used to these kinds of gatherings. Being an escort, she had been exposed to different social events. Gigi could feel eyes following her every move. She smirked inside as she made her way to where Mr. Ivanov stood. He was happily chatting with a businessman. If you looked at him carefully, you'd never know what a devil this old man really was. He had an island where he raped kidnapped teenagers, boys and girls—he didn't care, as long as they were young.

Romano called out to the girl. I watched as the lady staggered out, looking disheveled and unbalanced. She was the organizer of the party happening tonight, a woman in her thirties with pretty features. From how sweaty she looked, I knew I hadn’t imagined anything. My husband had stooped so low as to sleep with the organizer at a business gala we were invited to, not caring whether reporters would get a whiff of it. And if you’re wondering why I wasn’t walking away from this piece of shit, it was because I wasn’t in a position to. And that was all thanks to my greedy father.

The impact was brutal, the crack of bone against bone reverberating through the room. "Who the fuck are you?" the gigolo yelled, clutching his jaw, his eyes wide with fear and fury. Tristan glared at him, his gaze like ice. "Rose is my stepsister, and I'll make sure you rot in jail." Feeling trapped, the gigolo began to confess, his words tumbling out in a panicked rush. "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?"

Yes, I once worked as a gigolo just so I could put food on the table, and all those time, I never ceased feeling guilty and sad, especially when I thought of the pain my mom would go through if she found out that I was selling my body to feed us, but still, I had to continue the work because I didn’t have any option. One day, he had told me that there was a deal that would bring me huge money, and as at that time, my mom was down with illness, with the doctor requesting huge money to get her treated. She was the only one I have on earth, so I couldn’t let her die like that, right? I had no idea who had sent him to do that, but he was the reason why I started dating Alicia in the first place.

Arianna frowned, her palm fisted. "Don't worry, one day you will meet him and when you do, take me along for a good punching" Genesis declared. "Why should we even waste our time on a gigolo?" Arianna discouraged. "But you said you don't know him. How did you know he's a gigolo?" Genesis asked, holding Arianna into a hug. "Who else will be at a club at night to meet the needs of women if not a gigolo" Arianna declared, holding Genesis and both women hugged each other.