Ticket Please Guy Novels & Stories

"Tip menu is up, loves. Let's see how fast we can make Kitten purr.” I am halfway through reading out a tip note when my phone buzzes on the desk beside me. I glance down out of habit. The notification is from my GirlGoneWild private messaging app, not the main stream chat. The name at the top makes my stomach twist. kittentamer. This asshole again? I force my smile to stay in place for the camera. "Thank you so much for the hundred roses, baby," I say to the donor on screen, voice still light and sweet.

I paid for the cab but before I left, I said to him with a smile: "Sir, if anyone approaches you and asks if you accepted a customer of my features, here's 50 bucks and say you did not. Thank you!" I stood by the opposite side of the street and observed the people walking out of the building. I looked if they held or stashed tickets. When I saw a young man walk out holding two tickets, I waited for where he would go and followed him. When he turned to an alley, I caught up to him. "Hi!" I smiled politely. "Can I buy your tickets?" He turned to me and frowned. "What? No." I hurriedly fished out $150. I knew how much a ticket costs here, so I gave him the money and took the ticket. "Here, buy

Not barista. VelvetMistress. I dried off, moisturized, and sat at my desk. My laptop blinked awake. My inbox was full, but I didn’t check it. I went straight to the app. Typed. Subscriber Post: You want me tonight? Then prove it. I don’t perform for peasants. I entertain kings. If you can’t tip, don’t click. 10 PM. Bring your wallets and your manners. I hit post. Stood up, pulled on my boots. Grabbed my leather jacket. Slipped on the helmet.

He moved forward and read the instructions. “But, how can I get this? I need 1,000 tickets for this! I don’t have any money and tickets!” He pouted. Then one lady approached him. “Do you need something?” She asked nicely. Mingchan faced her and bowed. “Um, I’m so sorry. I just want to get this.” He pointed at the dog plushie. Then I looked at the lady again. “But, I don’t have any tickets.” The lady smiled. Wow, he's so handsome! She thought because it feels like she is seeing an angel. Mingchan is so handsome.

I have a VIP pass for the concert so you don't need to worry about queueing Kayla : Concert is all about the queueing, it's fun to have a conversations with other fans you know. Andrew : Well if you want that, we can do that beautiful Beautiful? Does he really mean that? He keeps calling me that instead my name Kayla : Nah you'll probably hate it Andrew : Hey I'm fine with that though, so about your phone. Have you got it back? Or maybe take my number? It's really weird to talk to you on here. Kayla : I haven't :( Sorry Andrew : No need to apologize Kayla : Is it really okay if you give me your ticket?

If yes, continue. Sir/Ma I am making a very BIG ANNOUNCEMENT on Monday by 3pm prompt to few people I respect and admire so much, and you are one of them. I am counting on you to be there to hear it in person. Sir would you make out time for me on Monday by 3pm? (Keep quiet and wait for answer). If no you respond... No problem sir. I was really counting on your presence. Bye If yes, That’s awesome sir. I knew I could always count on you. Thank for making out time for me. See you on Monday Bye.

Next to it was a napkin with girly handwriting. "Thanks for taking care of my late-night appetite ... here's something to keep your strength up. P.S. I've written my Gamertag on the back. If you 'take care of me' next time, I'll help you level up and unlock better skins, rookie." I took a bite of the piping hot meal Kiera had made for me, picked up my controller, and opened my account to send her a friend request. I included a single-word message: "Deal."

From every woman with a pulse in America. "Here we go, guys. Lunch is served." I lowered the tray carefully and then started to hand out the plates as my phone buzzed in my back pocket. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" "No, this looks great." The older guy at the end of the table glanced up at me. "Settle a fight for me, please." "Yeah, sure." I ignored the buzzing and turned my attention to the guy. "Are you a model?" He lifted his eyebrow.

I gasped, “I swear thank you, thank you, thank you, I don’t know what to say” “It was nothing” he returned to his work. “No, it wasn’t!” I exclaimed. “It had to have been expensive” I smooth my finger over the shiny tickets. Admiring the graphics. VIPs… VIPs! Ahhh! I wanted to scream. He waved a hand in a careless shrug, “A few thousand” “And to get them now when it’s supposed to be sold out, so close to the show? How?!” Another shrug of his shoulders. “I called in a favor”

I greeted. “Who are you?” one of them asked. “I… I am here for the birthday,” I fumbled. “Do you have an invitation?” the second man asked. “No. Um, honestly, I want to see someone inside. Just five minutes, okay?” I requested. They exchanged puzzled glances. “You can’t go in, Miss. Either you have a ticket or an invitation. Go away from here,” the first security man snapped, making me shudder.