name.”
“Not me.”
“For real? I just paid for your dinner, and you won’t tell me your name?”
“Phoenix,” I said unconvincingly.
“Whatever.” He didn’t buy it. “So where do you live, Phoenix?”
Why did he want to know? “None of your business.”
“Hey, the fuck? That’s not how you respond to someone’s kindness.”
“There is no such thing as kindness.”
“I just handed you forty bucks.”
“Well, tough shit. That doesn’t mean I owe you anything.”
“Hey, just asking a question, bro, being friendly and shit. No reason to get all pissy.”
“My ass you’re friendly. Everything has a price. I’m not sucking your dick.”
“What a prick. I must look like a pervert, yes.” He flashed his ultra-white teeth at me.
“Fuck you,” I said.
“I’ll tell you what. You remind me of a scared boy that arrived on the strip a few years back. Come, let me buy you a hot meal.”
And that was that. I skeptically followed him to a burger joint. We talked about where he was from and why he left New Jersey to come to Vegas. His story was worse than mine. His father caught him making out with another boy and kicked him out when he was seventeen.
He offered me a place to stay. Why, I had no idea. But I wasn’t about to decline help.
A week later, and many failed attempts at finding a job, I inquired what he did for a living. I had my suspicions but didn’t want to pass judgment. He told me point blank that he was a male escort.
He gave me the run down but refused to help me. “C’mon, man. You’re a minor,” he said.
“So were you when you started.”
He scratched the blond scruff on his face. “True. You need to pass Adriana’s screening. And by screening I mean you have to fuck her to the moon and back. Convince her that you have what it takes. If you catch my drift.”
“Fuck a girl. Got it. Is she hot?”
“Forget about the physical perception of a woman, dude. To have a chance in this field, you have to see the beauty within. But yeah, Adriana is a hot Brazilian chick.” He smiled wide.
“Just one question,” I asked, my voice shaking, and I hated the sign of weakness. “I don’t. I can’t. I can’t fuck or let a man fuck me.”
“Adriana runs a high-end agency that caters exclusively to female customers. No gay-for-pay. No need to sweat it.”
Less than a month later, I was the newest male escort of Tailored Companionship. Adriana, along with Zach, helped me to invent a new persona. With her connections, Adriana got me a new identity. I became Seth Phoenix. Eventually becoming the most sought-out escort in the nation.
Lottie
WITH A SATISFIED NOD , I deem myself ready for tonight’s date.
My hair is in a ponytail. I wear a pair of faded but comfortable jeans, flats, and a plain white T-shirt that says, “ Not all who wander are lost.”
I wonder if I should put my contacts back on and ditch the glasses. I reject the idea. This is the real me. The sooner Seth realized, the better.
Since I can remember, I’ve lived in the pages of the books. Avoided reality. Now, it finally feels like I’m living something exciting. It scares the hell out of me and thrills me at the same time. Seth is solely responsible for it. However, I won’t deceive him into thinking I’m this cool and trendy girl. Later today, when we meet again, he’ll face the real me. Not last night’s pimped-out version.
I’m not bigger than life, like Anne of Green Gables, or have a poetic name like Isabella Swan. No, I didn’t volunteer to replace my sister as tribute (I don’t even have a sister). I don’t have the sassy mouth of Kristen Ashley’s heroines or the bravery of a Divergent.
No, I’m just plain old me. Ordinary. Boring. Unattractive, even.
I study my reflection in the mirror. I can’t deny the change the events of last night brought out in me. Somehow, I look different. There’s a glow on my skin, a soft curve on my lips, a twinkle in my eyes and a
“Not me.”
“For real? I just paid for your dinner, and you won’t tell me your name?”
“Phoenix,” I said unconvincingly.
“Whatever.” He didn’t buy it. “So where do you live, Phoenix?”
Why did he want to know? “None of your business.”
“Hey, the fuck? That’s not how you respond to someone’s kindness.”
“There is no such thing as kindness.”
“I just handed you forty bucks.”
“Well, tough shit. That doesn’t mean I owe you anything.”
“Hey, just asking a question, bro, being friendly and shit. No reason to get all pissy.”
“My ass you’re friendly. Everything has a price. I’m not sucking your dick.”
“What a prick. I must look like a pervert, yes.” He flashed his ultra-white teeth at me.
“Fuck you,” I said.
“I’ll tell you what. You remind me of a scared boy that arrived on the strip a few years back. Come, let me buy you a hot meal.”
And that was that. I skeptically followed him to a burger joint. We talked about where he was from and why he left New Jersey to come to Vegas. His story was worse than mine. His father caught him making out with another boy and kicked him out when he was seventeen.
He offered me a place to stay. Why, I had no idea. But I wasn’t about to decline help.
A week later, and many failed attempts at finding a job, I inquired what he did for a living. I had my suspicions but didn’t want to pass judgment. He told me point blank that he was a male escort.
He gave me the run down but refused to help me. “C’mon, man. You’re a minor,” he said.
“So were you when you started.”
He scratched the blond scruff on his face. “True. You need to pass Adriana’s screening. And by screening I mean you have to fuck her to the moon and back. Convince her that you have what it takes. If you catch my drift.”
“Fuck a girl. Got it. Is she hot?”
“Forget about the physical perception of a woman, dude. To have a chance in this field, you have to see the beauty within. But yeah, Adriana is a hot Brazilian chick.” He smiled wide.
“Just one question,” I asked, my voice shaking, and I hated the sign of weakness. “I don’t. I can’t. I can’t fuck or let a man fuck me.”
“Adriana runs a high-end agency that caters exclusively to female customers. No gay-for-pay. No need to sweat it.”
Less than a month later, I was the newest male escort of Tailored Companionship. Adriana, along with Zach, helped me to invent a new persona. With her connections, Adriana got me a new identity. I became Seth Phoenix. Eventually becoming the most sought-out escort in the nation.
Lottie
WITH A SATISFIED NOD , I deem myself ready for tonight’s date.
My hair is in a ponytail. I wear a pair of faded but comfortable jeans, flats, and a plain white T-shirt that says, “ Not all who wander are lost.”
I wonder if I should put my contacts back on and ditch the glasses. I reject the idea. This is the real me. The sooner Seth realized, the better.
Since I can remember, I’ve lived in the pages of the books. Avoided reality. Now, it finally feels like I’m living something exciting. It scares the hell out of me and thrills me at the same time. Seth is solely responsible for it. However, I won’t deceive him into thinking I’m this cool and trendy girl. Later today, when we meet again, he’ll face the real me. Not last night’s pimped-out version.
I’m not bigger than life, like Anne of Green Gables, or have a poetic name like Isabella Swan. No, I didn’t volunteer to replace my sister as tribute (I don’t even have a sister). I don’t have the sassy mouth of Kristen Ashley’s heroines or the bravery of a Divergent.
No, I’m just plain old me. Ordinary. Boring. Unattractive, even.
I study my reflection in the mirror. I can’t deny the change the events of last night brought out in me. Somehow, I look different. There’s a glow on my skin, a soft curve on my lips, a twinkle in my eyes and a
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