Jadi Gigolo Novels & Stories

Meg retorted. “Meg!” Tanya called in a hushed whisper. “Wow,” Ayo said and reached for the croissant that Tanya had intended to reach for earlier. “Let me get this straight,” he bit the croissant as he walked to the other side of the table. “You also think I am a…what did you call it again, babe? Oh, yes, a gigolo,” he answered himself before Tanya could say a thing. “Thought? I thought? You want to deny that fact in front of your legions of clients who are probably marching to the TTT right now to sing like canaries?”

He was the kind of man who treated his woman as his possession; he expected complete submission. Now she was even more certain he wasn’t the man for her. "What are you looking for?" he asked, his piercing gaze making her uncomfortable. "Lots of money," Gigi answered. "I am quite expensive, can't do basic shit." She smiled to herself as his brows faintly drew together. He must now think of her as a gold digger. Just then, a waitress came, asking for their order. Gigi was quick to get into her observation mode, keen to catch one slip. The ones preaching unwavering loyalty are often perverts in disguise.

"Look, I'm Rrruby, this here is Desirrê and this is Gigi Caçapa." "Gigi Caçapa?" I looked without understanding what kind of name that was. "Imagine the hole, colleague, the hole!" She answered and started laughing. "I know, you'll be Tata Blowjob! Done! You're baptized. Look, here everyone charges thirty an hour, you can't charge less or the competition won't be fair. And the guys don't pay more. Now, stick out your ass and push your tits up, like this." She stuck her hand inside my dress, giving me the biggest scare, what kind of intimacy was this? She pulled my breasts up, leaving them almost out of the dress, and turned me around. "If the guy pays for the room, you go to the hotel, if no

The glorious feeling of having won the first prize, yet only got to hold the trophy for a few seconds. He needed to have more of it! But this was life, after all. He had to get home to Regina. The reasons for him becoming a gigolo was because of her lavish spendings. As a man, it was his duty to take care of his wife, her mother had said. And he had to, because he loved her! No matter what, he would never allow circumstances to lead to her finding out about his new ‘career’! He didn’t know how she would react if she ever found out. She might even kick him out of the apartment, or even send her parents’ dogs after him. Nat feared dogs.

I said “Really?” he gave me a pointed look, “Are you sure about that?” he asked me I struggled to remember what had happened as I stood there speechless. I am certain that I paid him; what is he saying? Shaking my head, I glared at him, “You are a gigolo, it's your job to serve me.” she said as he nodded, “Exactly! I'm a gigolo and since you've taken advantage of me, it's only right for you to take responsibility. Henceforth, you will be my exclusive customer.” he stated

“ Stupid Casanova ? The guy is the one that I always chose as a gigolo . I know him very well and he is a good chatter . Even if I didn’t came , the assigned gigolo can’t change without the permission of the client . They couldn’t have changed it without my permission . “ said Mel in a pensive way , trying to figure out what was going on . Mel looked at Luna confused . thing out the past five years that she had frequented that bar , the privacy policy there was always the best . When she chose one gigolo , that gigolo would be the one to serve her . There has never be a chance when they would change the gigolo without informing me . “ said Mel . “ Well , they did apparently forget to inform

said Melly, blinking mischievously. Yuriel was surprised to hear Melly’s words that she wanted to hire a gigolo service, then she looked at her in disbelief. “Hey, is this what you mean by having fun, hiring a gigolo service?” Yuriel stuttered as she said that. Seriously, they ordered gigolo service? Such a thing was rare for women, unless they were rich old women who were distraught with their old husbands. “Why? Are you afraid that Aleandro will find out?” Melly looked at Yuriel provokingly.

It'd be a wild ride, scoring cash while driving them wild with pleasure—now that sounds like a party worth crashing! Without wasting a second, I dove straight into my computer and scoured sites looking for gigs as a gigolo. I stumbled upon a website that caught my eye: elitesex.com. It promised a wild experience where both the gigolos and the women flaunt sexy masks during their escapades, keeping their identities under wraps. I mean, who wouldn't want to get it on anonymously, right? Apparently, even some high-profile government officials and celebs are in on the action!

“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.