Prologue
My name is Logan Steele. I’m devilishly handsome, seriously
ripped, well hung, charismatic and highly sexed. Women just can’t resist me. So
when I lost my job in the construction industry and was struggling for cash, I
decided to put my assets to good use.
By day I’m a private personal fitness trainer. By night I’m
a high class gigolo.
I don’t advertise my sexual services anymore, I have a long
client list that come to me through word of mouth. I’m that good I’m booked
months in advance. Scores of women pay me extortionately high fees to fulfil
their fantasies. And for the most part I do. I have a strict set of rules that
I abide by, which are provided in the full contract that you’ll receive along
with the booking form, if accepted. I’ve bullet pointed an abridged version below,
just so you’re clear before you send me an email request:
Rules my clients must comply with are:
I must see a picture in advance.
I can decline the booking request without explanation.
I can only be booked for the night.
All sexual acts must be consensual.
I will provide you with a report to complete, then I will
choose the setting for our meeting based on your scenario.
I am flown first class or by private jet if I am required to
work abroad.
In the event of the above, I will provide my dietary
requirements in advance.
I will perform a full background check.
I base my variable charge on the scenario being requested.
“No” rules that I stipulate are:
No bareback.
No minors.
No physical violence.
Nothing illegal.
No form of emotional attachment during or after the event. I
am merely performing a sexual or companion service.
No contact after the event, unless it is for a new booking.
And my absolute number one rule, without exception is:
Full payment up front which, is non- refundable.
There is no requirement for a refund clause, I never fail to
perform.
So, now you are aware of my rules for the night and are
about to contact me, all that remains to be asked is “Who do you want me to be?”
Logan Steele
I handed my overnight case and suit hanger to the steward on
the luxury private jet that was taking me to New York for the night, to meet
Camilla Domville, heiress to the Domville chain of six star hotels scattered
across the globe. I was used to the finer things in life, my clients were women
of means, but Camilla appeared to be in a league of her own and didn’t
understand the meaning of the word “restraint.” She’d sent a six bedroom jet to
fly me from London to New York. Just me. And the crew of course, who treated me
like royalty. I settled back in one of the soft white chairs, made from eel
skin, and was automatically offered a bottle of Cristal. I politely declined. I
didn’t drink on the job, it impaired my ability to keep Logan the gigolo separate
from my own persona. I was more than comfortable making small talk, but I never
divulged any personal information to my clients. Add in the fact that the sugar
levels in alcohol would play havoc with my physique, water was a far safer
option all around. I nodded my agreement to smoked salmon and caviar blini’s as
a canapé, along with some hot roasted nuts.
‘Sir has requested a goat’s
cheese salad with pear and walnuts with a balsamic glaze, followed by Pasta
Genovese with grilled chicken and a “spotted dick” for dessert without the custard.’ I struggled to contain my laughter at the look of distaste on the
steward’s face as he stated my choice of pudding. A stodgy suet pudding full of
raisins and dried fruit, it was one of my favourites from childhood. Plus it
was full of carbohydrates and natural sugars, all helpful given the amount of
calories I was planning on burning off with Miss Domville this evening.
‘Excellent, thank you. With
regards to my water, I’d prefer still to sparkling, a slice of lime, not lemon,
and hold the ice.’
‘Certainly, Sir. Your belongings
have been
Lady T. L. Jennings
Simon Morden
Kimberley Chambers
Martha Hix
Stuart Dybek
Courtney Milan, Tessa Dare, Carey Baldwin, Leigh LaValle
Marci Boudreaux
Kim Smith
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