Nge Gigs Novels & Stories

Greg called me just as I was riding out of the driveway. “Come on, here with your boring ass. I’ve got some of my sexy bitches lined up for you.” He offered. The only sexy bitch my mind was set on was her. “You want me to appear as your VVIP show tonight.” “You’re so smart. How do you know that?” Greg asked. Greg was a good friend but he was also a good businessman. “Do you happen to have any fggg available?” Greg paused on the other end before he stammered,

That was awkward… Gigi only had $9,000,000 in total, and that was after she secretly pulled the company money over, thinking to leave it in the casino and collect some interest. Now that she had lent $6,000,000, she only had $3,000,000, which was not enough to ask for a look at the cards. It was then she realized that the guy across from her was no beggar. Compared to Javier, Gigi was the actual beggar instead. Which beggar in this world could throw in $16,500,000 for gambling!?

she said, her voice annoyingly calm. “You know damn well why I’m calling.” I gritted my teeth. “Don’t you dare cancel that deal, Gina.” Silence stretched between us. Then, Gina chuckled. **Chuckled.** I gripped my phone tighter. “You seem to be under the impression that I’m still scared of you,” she mused. “That your threats still hold power over me.” I narrowed my eyes. “They do. Or have you forgotten what’s at stake?” “I haven’t forgotten a thing,” Gina said, her voice laced with something dangerous. “But I’ve realized that I no longer care.”

You there? [I've been waiting a while, is everything okay?] [If you don't come soon, I'm leaving.] [Just so you know, the payment is non-refundable.] I blinked. My brain melted. And then, a curse slipped out. "Holy shit…" My breath hitched. "I hired a gigolo and ended up with a billionaire!" I looked at the messages, then at the video of me and Christian, then back at the messages again. Reality slammed into me like a speeding train.

"Here’s the plan: we go clubbing Saturday night. But first, a little shopping." I panic slightly. "With which money?" Gigi walks to the bed and picks up the black card. "This." She holds it up like it's Excalibur. I shoot up from the bed. "No! Gigs, don’t you dare!" Gigi is completely relaxed. "Why not? Let’s test it. See if it even works. What’s the worst that can happen? Declined?” "You don’t intend for me to wear this laced balloon of a dress to go shopping with you, do you?"

kenzie added and I giggled. "How do I look?" I asked as i twirled in front of them "dashing" kenzie said and gave a thumbs up "gorgeous" Gigi said and I laughed. Kenzie and gigi came over to my house to prepare for the party, kenz was putting on a black short cleavage revealing gown which brings out her curves well and I must say behind those baggy jeans and glasses is an hot sexy kenzie, she looks so sexy in her dress without her nerdy glasses noel is so lucky while Gigi in a red and black poker dot dress, it was a long sleeve fleered dress which reachs above her knees and a vblack sparkling heels "geez quince let down your hair" she said and I rolled my eyes then finally let it down and ju

“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!”

she replied. Geena was an exotic dancer at the high end Gentleman’s Club. The nights she works draws the biggest crowds. With her mocha skin, long chestnut hair and curves in all the right places, she cleans up really well every night she works. She often goes home with rent money easily. She knows it’s not something she wants to forever but for now, it pays the bills and her courses. She’s been taking business courses at the University during the day and dancing four nights a week.

I start. "’Us both’? What about me?!" Georgie asks with a slight pout, crossing her arms across her chest. That makes me laugh, she's so cute. "You'll enjoy yourself either way, Gigi," I remind her, making her delicate neck turn red almost immediately, "My idea is... you guys should... you know, kiss and touch, but without actually having real sex. Just intimacy. And I... should be there." Georgie looks up at me again and now not only her neck is red. Her whole face is.