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“Ok first question, how do you know this website exists?” you asked your friend Jakie, as she showed you a website on her laptop, the subject of which was listed on the welcome screen as ‘professional escorts in your area!’, “and second question, are you out of your flippin’ mind?!”
“What? You need to have sex babe,” she replied casually, “and in answer to your first question, I know about this site, because weirdly hiring one of these guys is cheaper than hiring a stripper, and I had a bachelorette party to plan last month remember?”
You rolled your eyes, “You hired a male prostitute for Christine’s bachelorette? Seriously?”
Jakie shrugged, “Like I said it was cheaper,” she replied, “and he didn’t seem to mind, he got good tips that night, and I got to sleep with a guy with long hair, which you know was on my bucket list.”
You shook your head, “I’m not sure whether to congratulate you, or take you to a psychologist.”
She grinned at you before blowing a raspberry, “No need, I’m seeing a psychologist tonight actually, we’re having dinner,” then she turned her attention back to the computer, “now pay attention so we can pick the best guy to remove that stick from your ass.”
“I don’t need to hire someone to have sex with me!” you argued indignantly, “I don’t need sex either, I’m a grown woman in the twenty first century, I don’t need a man to make me feel better by sticking his dick in me, I can cum on my own thank you very much,”
Jackie stared at you for a moment in silence, then she closed the laptop and took your hand, “Sweetie, while I applaud your confidence, and I totally agree you don’t need a man, but cumming by yourself gets old,” she gave your hand a squeeze, “and sometimes having a fling with a stranger can really help! There’s no commitment involved, these guys are required to get tested every few months, and they’re really hot,” she nodded back to the laptop, “I’m not saying you have to, I’m just saying you might wanna give it a try...I’ll even pay for it if you want.”
You frowned in frustration, trying to decide whether to tell her she was insane, and to drop the subject, or if maybe you wanted to take her up on her offer. It was a sad fact, in your opinion, that you hadn’t dated, let alone had sex in well over a year, and while you knew that you didn’t need sex to survive, you couldn’t deny that you missed being able to have it. There was something about the craziness of it, the fact that you didn’t have to think about anything else while your hands were on someone else’s skin, the way your body responded to the attentions of another….it was nice. ‘What harm could it do?’ you reasoned in your head, ‘if nothing else, I get a one night stand, have a bit of fun and go back to my life like it never happened. Whats so bad about that?’
‘What if its not fun?’ The little voice of argument and reason piped up in your head, ‘what if you pick the wrong guy, and he’s no good? Then you’re stuck with the memory of a lousy lay with a stranger. If that’s not an awkward night in the making, I don’t know what is’
‘Well that’s easy, Jackie said she’s used this site before, and that she slept with one of them,’ you argued back, ‘she can probably recommend that guy to me...she seemed pretty satisfied with his um...service’
‘Jackie is nuts,’ the other voice shot back, ‘not to mention she sleeps with a lot more men than you, how do you know she’s not confusing this guy with someone else?’
‘She is not nuts!’ you defended, ‘she’s just eccentric. And so what if she sleeps with more men than me, she has a right to do what she wants with her own body, if she wants to have a lot of sex, more power to her!’
“Sweetie?” Jackie prompted you, giving you a hopeful look, “what's it gonna be?”
You sighed, curling your toes as you closed your eyes and said “Alright fine, yes,” earning an excited squeal from her, “but I don’t want to go in completely blind, see if you can get the guy you had last time...at least I know he comes recommended.”
At that her eyes grew wide and she nodded, “Oh my god yes, absolutely!” she agreed, “you are gonna love him, he’s exactly your type.”
“My type?” you asked, scooting closer to see what she was clicking, “I’m gonna have sex with him, not date him...”
She waved her hand dismissively, “Yeah yeah, but personality is a part of it all, you know that,” she clicked a tiny head-shot of a guy with long dark hair and golden skin, which redirected to his profile page, “I just opted for the normal package when I was planning the party, and he was a total nerd, like he kept making movie references and science jokes, it was adorable,” she scrolled down to the area that listed the ‘package options’, each one with a a price listed under their description.
You squinted at the options thoughtfully, “Wait...so he dresses up sometimes? Like...in a costume?” you stifled a laugh at the thought, wondering if that was really something people enjoyed him doing, or if it was just for his own benefit.
“Not costumes per-say,” Jackie corrected, “more like...personas?” she turned to you with a thoughtful frown, “I asked him about them when I hired him, he said that some of his customers like different things, so he offers different options to get more money,” she pointed to the first option on the list, “like this one is what I got, which is basically what it’s described as, ‘nerdy boyfriend’, but then this one,” she pointed to the second option, “he said is more like a sexy biker dude slash gang leader, so more bad boy-ish, y’know?”
You were really struggling not to laugh now, “And the last one,” you pointed, “Mr. Ramon? What is that, like something out of Fifty shades of Grey or something?”
Jackie rolled her eyes, “You don’t have to pick that one,” she huffed, “but yes, he said its sort of like that, but without the awful BDSM stuff, unless thats what you want, he said at the very least he knows what he’s doing and you won’t end up like that Anastasia chick.”
You couldn’t hold back anymore, you burst out laughing, “Oh my god this is absurd,” you sighed, “just give me the nerdy boyfriend, I don’t know if I could take anything else seriously.”
Jackie made a face, “This isn’t about being serious, this is about having hot sex with a hot guy,” she pointed out, “but whatever – oh wait...there’s a new option on here,” she squinted at the screen as she read the fourth option, which was listed as the ‘gold card member’ option. “Huh,” she said with a smirk, “apparently you can buy all three packages in this bundle, and he’ll visit you once a month until you’ve seen them all,” she bit her lip and smiled at you mischievously, then before you could stop her she clicked the fourth option and the confirmation button and closed the site as your eyes widened in horror.
“Jackie!” you cried in distress, “What did you do?!”
She cackled as she closed her computer, “Oh relax! It’s only three appointments!”
“Three appointments with three different personas!” you argued, “what happens if I don’t like the other two?” you demanded, “what happens if after the first one I don’t wanna see him again?!”
“Then I’ll take him,” she provided happily, “either way, you’re gonna have your appointment with him, this place doesn’t exactly offer refunds.”
You grumbled, scrubbing your hands over your face, “You are awful sometimes, you know that?”
She shrugged, “You love me anyway,” she said plainly, making you scowl because she was right.
“This guy better blow my mind,” you warned before pouting.
She grinned again, “Oh don’t you worry baby doll, he will.”
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Cisco Ramon sat in his workshop, stitching away at a hole in Barry’s suit that had been caused by a meta throwing him down a street like it was the worlds nastiest slip n’ slide. He sighed as the last stitch went into place, tying the thread off and cutting it before setting the whole thing down and rubbing his tired eyes. He had been working on the suit for close to two hours now, his fingers were stiff and aching, his neck felt like he’d slept on it crooked, and his eyes were gritty as sand paper. He leaned back in his work chair, cracking his back as he did so. Fuck he needed a break.
As if on cue with his thought, his stomach growled obscenely, reminding him that it had been even longer since he’d eaten. “That sounded uncomfortable,” Barry commented as he entered the cortex with a smile.
Cisco made a face, “Not as uncomfortable as squinting at these holes in your suit has been for the past two hours,” he complained, earning an apologetic grimace from Barry, “but yeah, it didn’t tickle.”
“Want me to buy you dinner?” Barry offered, “it’s the least I could do now that you fixed my suit yet again.”
Cisco smiled over at him, “You know what, yes, I will accept food as payment,” he chuckled, “I want a triple triple and a large fries with a milkshake from Big Belly Burger please, and thank you.”
Barry laughed, “And I thought I was the one with the insane metabolism,” he teased with a grin, “chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry milkshake?”
Cisco shrugged, “Aw babe, you know what I like,” he teased back, “surprise me.”
Barry snorted, “Sure thing honey bear,” he played along, “be right back.”
Cisco chuckled to himself as Barry zipped away, standing so that he could stretch his whole body after sitting for so long. He hung the suit back on it’s mannequin, ready to wheel it back upstairs when his phone chimed telling him he had an email. As he reached into his pocket for his phone, he felt his pulse quicken a little with excitement. The only reason he got emails anymore was for family stuff, or his ‘night job’ as he called it. Sure enough when he clicked on the tiny notification in his status bar, he found an e-mail from work, telling him a customer had booked his ‘gold card’ option on his escort profile.
“Sweet, that’s the first hit!” he cheered quietly, scrolling down the email to see the customer information attached. The name listed sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it off the top of his head, lucky for him it was required to attach a phone number to the pertinent information section of the customer info form, so he could just call or text them later for a refresher. He smiled even wider as he saw the price listed at the bottom, happy to finally have some new cash headed for his bank account since business had slowed for the season.
Becoming an escort hadn’t exactly been a life long ambition for him, but when Star Labs had been declared a disaster zone, and he’d lost basically all his credibility in the engineering world as a result of his involvement in the accelerator, he’d suddenly found himself strapped for cash. He’d only happened on the escort job by accident, oddly enough because of his brother Dante. Dante had needed a ride home from some bar one night, and as he’d stumbled to the van Cisco had borrowed, a woman dressed far too nicely for the bar she was leaving followed behind him, occasionally helping him up when he stumbled too hard.
Once Dante was piled into the passenger seat, she’d circled around to the drivers side window and asked, “Are you the brother he was talking about?”
Cisco had frowned, a little surprised Dante had mentioned him, especially if he were on a date. “Umm, yes,” he extended a hand to her, “my name is Cisco, nice to meet you.”
She shook his hand and smiled sweetly, “Pleasure is all mine sugar,” she simpered, “he showed me a picture of you on his phone after he called you, you’re rather handsome on that tiny screen,” she winked at him, “even better in person though.”
Cisco had blushed, caught off guard by the compliment, “Well...thank you,” he’d replied sheepishly, “you’re not so bad yourself.”
The woman had chuckled, “All part of the job darling,” she gave a little curtsy, “now as fun as it is standing out here flirting with you, I actually have a business proposal for you,” she reached into her tiny clutch bag and pulled out a card, “you see your brother here hired me, I’m an escort, normally I only deal with high end customers, but he some how snuck past the screening we do and well...here I am in a dive bar pouring him into your van,” she gave him a tight little smile, “however, my situation aside, when your brother showed me your picture, I couldn’t help but think you would make a great addition to our team,” she pointed to the card she’d placed in his hand, “see we’ve been looking for some male talent, after all not everyone enjoys female company, and you’re a young attractive man, you could probably make quite a bit of money in my line of work.”
Cisco stared at her dumbfounded. Was this woman really offering him a job as a male prostitute? Like seriously? “I-” he glanced down at the card, then back at her, his genius level intellect shorting out on him as he tried to make sense of the situation.
She smiled at him, putting a hand on his arm comfortingly, “Don’t you worry about giving me an answer now honey, it is a lot to consider after all,” she pointed to the card again, more specifically to the email address listed in the bottom, “just shoot me an email if you are interested, and we can meet for a proper job interview then, ok?” Cisco had just nodded, giving her an awkward smile as she nodded back. “Lovely,” she said decisively, “see you around sugar,” with that she’d waved and sauntered back inside, leaving Cisco to stare after her for a few moments until Dante fell out of his seat with a hysterical little giggle.
After that Cisco had kept the card with him at all times, his brain mulling the idea over whenever he had free time between cleaning up the labs, helping Dr. Wells look after Barry, and comforting Caitlin through her tiny breakdowns over Ronnie. It took him a week before he made his decision, and the rest was well, history. He’d emailed her, aced his interview, gotten tested, and had a page on the site within a matter of days; he’d even upgraded their set up for free, because the original was a nightmare. His first customer booked him a week after his profile went live, and he’d been doing it ever since. Now three years down the road, he was practically an old pro with his package options, so he’d added the fourth just for fun.
“Dinner is served!” Barry cried as he zipped back into the workshop, making Cisco jump and drop his phone.
“About time!” Cisco teased as he picked his phone back up and pocketed it, “I thought you were supposed to be fast man!”
Barry made a face at him, “I am fast, in fact I could eat all this food before you even touch it if you wanna be sassy with me.”
Cisco lunged for the food Barry had set on his desk, “No!” he cried dramatically, “I’ll die if you do!”
Barry laughed at that, “Thats what I thought.”
As they dug into their food, Cisco pulled his phone out again, copying and pasting the customer phone number into a message window before hastily typing out his message:
Message to: Unknown
Hey there Jackie, thanks for booking the gold card package. You sound familiar, have we worked together before?
He felt his phone buzz in his lap as he dug into his burger, a little thrill of excitement shooting through him as it did. He really loved his night job.