Money’s on the Dresser: Escorting, Porn and Promiscuity in Las Vegas by Christopher Daniels Page B
Authors: Christopher Daniels
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to Rodney, looking very uneasy as he tried his best not to make eye contact with either one of us.
“You like climbing into bed with your Daddy and stroking his big, fat cock?” Rodney asked me.
“Yes, Daddy, you know I do. It feels so good.”
“I want you to do this every night. Okay, Christopher?”
“But what if we get caught?” I asked.
“We won’t, because we’ll be very quiet and not tell anyone. Will you tell anyone?”
“No, Daddy, I won’t, but what if someone hears us?”
“Shhh... nobody will hear us if you’re quiet. Don’t say anything and keep touching Daddy’s big cock, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy, but why is it so big?” I asked. I knew he loved to hear any reference to his “big dick.” It drove him absolutely crazy and made him even harder. His eyes got so big they looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
“It’s big because you turn me on so much, boy. You like turning Daddy on, Christopher?”
“Yes, Daddy, I do. I like to make Daddy feel good.”
“Fuck yeah, that’s fucking hot,” he whispered in my ear. He then told us to switch positions, and Chad and I traded spots. I went on the other side and rubbed Rodney’s body with baby oil, and Rodney put Chad’s flaccid, uncut, pierced dick in his mouth and forced himself to gag on it.
Sometimes, when I am working with another escort, I like to make eye contact with him so we can look at each other, smile, and roll our eyes as if to say, “Can you believe we’re doing this?” With Chad, I had no connection and would have preferred he wasn’t even in the room. He was doing a fraction of what I was doing, his body looked like shit, and he was probably getting paid the same. Why do I even bother working so hard in this industry? I look at guys like Chad and I’m annoyed with myself for taking my work so seriously. Obviously guys like Chad don’t, and he probably was doing pretty well for himself.
We went on like this for about twenty minutes, switching back and forth. Finally, Rodney stood up and said, “Okay, let’s go stand in front of the mirror like we usually do, Christopher. You know I like that.” He stopped and looked at Chad and said, “Dude, you’re not even hard!”
Chad laughed nervously and replied, “Uh, I know. I think it’s because of stage fright.”
“Bullshit,” I snapped. I was not there to make friends and this kid annoyed me. I tried my best to make sure Chad felt uncomfortable at this point so Rodney would let him leave and we could wrap this session up. I knew what worked for him, and this other escort was really cramping my style and getting in the way of what we usually do. I stood behind Rodney, pressed my body against him, and embraced him. Chad just stood there and kind of rubbed Rodney’s stomach and stroked his dick.
“Christopher, stroke Chad’s cock and let me watch in the mirror.” I began to stroke Chad, and I had to admit his dick felt pretty good. I wished this kid was more into this, because he had a nice uncut dick, and I could probably give him better head than his girlfriend. Surprisingly, Chad began to get hard, and maybe I was on to something and he wasn’t so straight after all.
Rodney interrupted us and said, “Okay, guys, let’s go back to the bed. Chad, dude, you’re hard now!”
He laughed nervously and said, “Yeah, I know.”
“Is this your first three-way, Chad?” Rodney wondered out loud.
“With two guys, yeah.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said to Rodney.
“Really?” Rodney asked.
“Yeah, my first three-way this week.” I smiled and winked at Rodney, who laughed hard.
We climbed back into bed and Rodney instructed me to lay down next to him and Chad to keep stroking his dick. He asked me to put a finger in his ass and talk dirty to him. Going for the baby oil, I noticed the greasy handprints on the headboard and bedspread. I always felt bad for the cleaning ladies who worked in these hotels because I
“You like climbing into bed with your Daddy and stroking his big, fat cock?” Rodney asked me.
“Yes, Daddy, you know I do. It feels so good.”
“I want you to do this every night. Okay, Christopher?”
“But what if we get caught?” I asked.
“We won’t, because we’ll be very quiet and not tell anyone. Will you tell anyone?”
“No, Daddy, I won’t, but what if someone hears us?”
“Shhh... nobody will hear us if you’re quiet. Don’t say anything and keep touching Daddy’s big cock, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy, but why is it so big?” I asked. I knew he loved to hear any reference to his “big dick.” It drove him absolutely crazy and made him even harder. His eyes got so big they looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
“It’s big because you turn me on so much, boy. You like turning Daddy on, Christopher?”
“Yes, Daddy, I do. I like to make Daddy feel good.”
“Fuck yeah, that’s fucking hot,” he whispered in my ear. He then told us to switch positions, and Chad and I traded spots. I went on the other side and rubbed Rodney’s body with baby oil, and Rodney put Chad’s flaccid, uncut, pierced dick in his mouth and forced himself to gag on it.
Sometimes, when I am working with another escort, I like to make eye contact with him so we can look at each other, smile, and roll our eyes as if to say, “Can you believe we’re doing this?” With Chad, I had no connection and would have preferred he wasn’t even in the room. He was doing a fraction of what I was doing, his body looked like shit, and he was probably getting paid the same. Why do I even bother working so hard in this industry? I look at guys like Chad and I’m annoyed with myself for taking my work so seriously. Obviously guys like Chad don’t, and he probably was doing pretty well for himself.
We went on like this for about twenty minutes, switching back and forth. Finally, Rodney stood up and said, “Okay, let’s go stand in front of the mirror like we usually do, Christopher. You know I like that.” He stopped and looked at Chad and said, “Dude, you’re not even hard!”
Chad laughed nervously and replied, “Uh, I know. I think it’s because of stage fright.”
“Bullshit,” I snapped. I was not there to make friends and this kid annoyed me. I tried my best to make sure Chad felt uncomfortable at this point so Rodney would let him leave and we could wrap this session up. I knew what worked for him, and this other escort was really cramping my style and getting in the way of what we usually do. I stood behind Rodney, pressed my body against him, and embraced him. Chad just stood there and kind of rubbed Rodney’s stomach and stroked his dick.
“Christopher, stroke Chad’s cock and let me watch in the mirror.” I began to stroke Chad, and I had to admit his dick felt pretty good. I wished this kid was more into this, because he had a nice uncut dick, and I could probably give him better head than his girlfriend. Surprisingly, Chad began to get hard, and maybe I was on to something and he wasn’t so straight after all.
Rodney interrupted us and said, “Okay, guys, let’s go back to the bed. Chad, dude, you’re hard now!”
He laughed nervously and said, “Yeah, I know.”
“Is this your first three-way, Chad?” Rodney wondered out loud.
“With two guys, yeah.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said to Rodney.
“Really?” Rodney asked.
“Yeah, my first three-way this week.” I smiled and winked at Rodney, who laughed hard.
We climbed back into bed and Rodney instructed me to lay down next to him and Chad to keep stroking his dick. He asked me to put a finger in his ass and talk dirty to him. Going for the baby oil, I noticed the greasy handprints on the headboard and bedspread. I always felt bad for the cleaning ladies who worked in these hotels because I
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