Living in Sin (The Escort Series) (3 page)

“Yeah. I’m leaving Planet Hollywood now.”

“Cool. Meet us at The Horse. We got a new one,” he replies before hanging up.

Great.

I exit the hotel and hope that I don’t have to wait long before a cab drives by. It’s only a few minutes later when a cab pulls up to drop somebody off. I walk closer, hoping to get in before anybody else does. When the door opens, I see a black high heel hit the ground and as my eyes wander up, I see sheer black pantyhose on the leg that is hanging out of the car. I continue watching as a tall, beautiful woman gets out. Her hair is in a sleek bun on top of her head and she’s wearing a black knee length skirt and white top. I see her struggling to get a suitcase out of the backseat.

“Let me help you with that,” I say as I pull the suitcase free.

She barely looks up because she’s too busy digging in her purse for some money. I take the time to admire her even more since I’m closer. Her lips are full, the bottom one a little more plump than the top. Her eyes are a striking green, gray color, and she has flawless skin which doesn’t require a lot of makeup. She’s wearing light colored lipstick and mascara. I realize that I’m staring at her so I place the luggage on the sidewalk and step back.

“Thank you,” she says as she reaches for the handle of her suitcase, still not looking at me. Obviously she’s in a rush. She turns to walk into the hotel I just left and I can’t help but notice the way her hips sway and how that skirt accentuates her ass. Goddamn!

I slide into the backseat of the cab she just exited. “The Horse, please.”

The cabbie nods his head and takes off. I close my eyes and ready myself for a long night.

“Hey, man. We’re here,” the cabbie says as we pull up in front of the Grecian style club. I open my eyes and grab for my wallet. Pulling some money out, I try to stifle a yawn.

“Long night?” he asks.

“You have no idea.” I hand him the money and get out.

Walking through the entrance, lined with white pillars, I make it inside and see half naked women walking around and dancing on stage. I’m instantly approached.

“Hey there, sexy. Wanna go get a drink?” a redhead with small tits asks. I know that what she really means is do I want to go buy her several drinks so she can have time to convince me to get lap dances and private rooms. I don’t think so.

“Not right now, beautiful. I’m looking for some friends,” I say, hoping to appease her.

“Okay, but I’m going to come looking for you later,” she says, running a finger from my chin down to my chest.

I only smile and walk away. It doesn’t take me long to find the guys since they’re surrounding a dancer, throwing money at her and being loud as fuck. She’s upside down on a pole with her legs spread apart, doing some spinny shit.

“Hey! Look at this pretty mother fucker here,” Troy says as I walk up.

“Damn, I know they want you dressed appropriately, but a suit? You’re making us all look bad,” Nico says with a laugh.

I give my best model pose while stroking my chin. “Hey, don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful,” I say jokingly to Troy. He’s always giving me shit because of my blue eyes and what he calls ‘girly’ eyelashes, just because they’re long. Troy is dark skinned, and even though I’m partially black, I got a lot of traits from my mom. I got her blue eyes, eyelashes, and fair skin. I got my dad’s full lips and height.

“Shit, you know I ain’t hatin’ on you. Girls think I look like Tyson Beckford,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets and looking off to the side, striking his own pose.

We all start laughing.

“Man, whatever. Y’all ain’t got this Ricky Martin look goin’ on, so it don’t matter,” Nico chimes in.

“Yo. Ricky is gay, man. What you tryin’ to say?” Troy says with his eyebrows raised.

“What? I didn’t mean that. Bitches still think he’s fine, and I know I’m fine,” Nico replies, running his hand through his hair.

“Okay, girls. You’re all beautiful. Now come sit down,” Marc says with a laugh from a table nearby. “Now, tell me. What’s up with the suit?”

I take a seat at the small table with Nico, Troy, Marc and a guy I don’t recognize. “It was for a client. Well, three clients.”

“Three clients!” Troy barks. “What the fuck did you do with three clients?”

“Whoever set up the appointment wanted a mysterious businessman who picked her and her friends up for a night of fun. So that’s what I did,” I say with a shrug.

“Wait, you know we gotta have more details than that,” Nico says.

“I was given a description of what they’d be wearing so I knew who to pick up. We did the flirtatious thing before going up to the hotel room. They didn’t want me to know their names so we never mentioned them. For them, it was just about being able to meet someone in a bar, have the best sex of their life, and then go on about normal everyday stuff.” I end it with a sly grin.

“Psh. Best sex of their lives. You cocky mother fucker,” Troy mutters.

“Anyway, that’s why the suit.”

“Sounds better than my night,” Marc says.

“Oh yeah? What did you have going on?” I ask.

The other guys start laughing so I know they must already know the story.

“Well, let’s just say the woman I was with had a…fetish.”

“Ah come on, what kind of fetish? Foot fetish? Latex fetish?”

“Ugh, I wish it was one of those. She has a sploshing fetish.”

“What the fuck is sploshing?” I ask.

“She likes to have food and stuff smeared on her, then eaten off.”

“That’s not too bad, right? I mean, whipped cream and chocolate syrup ain’t bad to lick off a nice, naked body.”

“Too bad she wanted fuckin’ baked beans and ketchup rubbed all over her! That shit is nasty.”

Me and the rest of the guys all start laughing while Marc just shakes his head in disgust.

“Don’t forget the best part, bro. Tell him the rest,” Nico says.

“Alright,” he sighs. “She brought out this chocolate cake and I was just glad it was something sweet. Well, she puts it down on a folding chair that she had already had set up and…” he trails off, not wanting to relive whatever he’s about to say.

Nico doesn’t let him forget because he quickly pipes in. “She fuckin’ sat on it, and grinded all over it!” he howls, banging his hand on the table in a fit of laughter. “She had chocolate all in her ass and shit. It probably looked like shit, huh Marc?” he laughs.

Marc leans over and smacks him in the head. “Fuck off, Nico.”

He rubs the back of his head, still laughing. “Aww. I’m sorry, bro. You still feelin’ all shitty about it?” He howls in laughter again, but gets up and moves away from Marc.

Nico is the youngest one out of all of us at twenty-two, but he acts like he’s eighteen sometimes. He’s like a younger brother to all of us. Marc is the oldest at thirty-four, Troy is thirty, but will lie about his age like a woman would. He likes to say he’s twenty-seven, which is how old I am. There’s more guys at the agency, but we’re the ones who hang out together the most.

“So, who’s this?” I ask, gesturing towards the quiet, new guy at the table.

“Ah, this is Kade. Kade, this is Jace,” Marc says, gesturing between the two of us.

The kid looks nervous. I don’t know how old he is, but he looks really young. I decide to see how nervous I can make him. New guy initiation type stuff.

“How old are you?” I ask.

“Twenty-two.”

“Are you virgin? You look like a virgin.”

The guys laugh while I try to keep a straight face.

“No, I’m not a virgin,” he says, his face getting red.

“So you’re not scared of pussy?” I ask while he takes a sip of his drink.

He spits some of his drink back into his cup, obviously not expecting that question. He looks at Marc for help, but Marc knows I’m only fuckin’ with him, so he just shakes his head and grabs his drink.

“Uh, no. I’m not scared of it.”

“It? What the fuck is it? You can’t say pussy? How you gonna fuck a pussy if you can’t say the word ‘pussy?’” I ask. He’s making this easy.

“Yo, maybe he’s like Ricky,” Troy says. “You know, maybe he’s just doin’ this for the money, but ain’t really feelin’ the females. Maybe we need to take him to a different kind of club. I ain’t seen him look at not one set of boobs in this place.”

The new guy’s face goes bright red and he clearly doesn’t know how to respond. He probably thinks we’re all a bunch of assholes, not realizing this happens to all the new guys.

A waitress walks by our table and Troy gets her attention. “Excuse me, Miss?” he says, showing off his white-ass teeth while giving her the biggest, fakest smile on Earth. “We seem to have a problem.”

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” she asks.

“Well, you see. This young man over here doesn’t seem to be interested in any of the females in this club,” he says, pointing right at Kade. “I mean, the rest of us think you all are gorgeous, but we like women.”

The waitress looks back at Kade and gives him a comforting smile. “The guy at the bar is gay,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

It’s then that Kade finally speaks up. “I’m not gay! I love women, and boobs, and pussy!” he says, looking directly at me. I shrug in response.

The waitress walks away, and we all look at each other and laugh. “We’re just fuckin’ with you, man,” Troy says.

Marc pats him on the back and Kade seems to relax a little. We sit around and tell the new guy our craziest stories and experiences. I don’t think he realizes what he got himself into.

We all work for an escort agency, and as the law goes, we are not contracted for sex, but it does happen. A lot. The particular agency we work for has a pretty regular client list, and even though they aren’t supposed to, they do ask for them to get tested regularly if they are going to be requesting sex. When we’re told that we’ve been booked, we’ll know if it’s for companion only services, or if it’s likely we’ll be having sex. The women who book the appointments tend to get excited, and will let it be known what they’re looking for. Of course the agency tells them they are not contracting us for sex, only for our time. Sometimes it’s only for a date or for them to have someone to talk to. There have been times when it will be a rich old lady looking for some arm candy to take somewhere important. Either way, we are always sure to be safe.

I’ve met with several people for dates, and the woman will let me know that she wants to book me again and she’ll also let me know in explicit detail what she wants to happen next time. If she isn’t a regular, we’re sure to get certain tests done before the next date. The men at the agency are checked for STD’s very regularly, so the clients never have to worry. If requested, the results of such tests will be made available. Everything about the agency is very hush hush.

“So, she’s crawling around on the floor, meowing like a cat, and wants me to pet her. It’s fucking ridiculous,” Nico says, describing one of his dates to Kade.

“Did she purr when you fucked her?” Kade asks.

“Nah. We didn’t even fuck. She just wanted to be treated like a cat. People are weird, man. I don’t care though. I got paid for it.”

“Are any of you in a serious relationship?” Kade asks.

Nico busts out laughing. “Are you kidding? What girl is gonna be okay with you fucking all kinds of people all the time?”

Troy gets up from the table. “I gotta go take a piss.”

“You gotta girlfriend?” I ask Kade.

“Not really. Just a girl I’ve been talking to for a while. We aren’t exclusive or anything.”

“What does that mean? Talking to?” Marc asks.

“She’s just a friend. We flirt and we’ve fucked a couple times before, but we’ve never had the relationship conversation.”

“You gonna tell her about your new job?” I ask him.

“Eventually.”

I laugh. “Okay, let me know how that goes.”

“So you don’t have a girl?” he asks me.

“Nah. No girl for me.”

“What about Troy?”

“He has a fucked up story. He was engaged and caught her fucking some guy in his bed. Only it wasn’t just any guy. It was his cousin. He’s sworn off all relationships and is happy with his job.”

“Damn, that is fucked up,” Kade says, shaking his head.

“Yeah. Just don’t bring it up around him. As much as he acts like he’s over her, he’s not.”

Troy walks up with a tray of shots and we stop talking. “Come on, fellas. Let’s get to drinking.”

We all grab a shot glass filled with clear liquid and raise them up for a toast.

“Here’s to the people we fuck, here’s to the people who fuck us, if the people we fuck are fucking with us, fuck them and here’s to us!” Nico says.

“Here, here,” we all agree and knock it back. The liquid burns my throat on the way down.

The music rumbles throughout the club and we all sit back and watch the ladies do their thing. Well, some of us sit back. Nico and Kade are standing at one of the stages, telling the stripper to do different things. Not that she’s listening.

Marc leans over towards me. “I think I’m gonna head out.”

I pull the sleeve of my suit up and look at my watch. Two-thirty. “Yeah, I’m gonna leave, too. Wanna ride together?” I ask him.