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Most pursued careers they would enjoy, he had decided long ago he’d have to pursue a career he could do, and if he happened to enjoy it as well that was an added bonus. He’d never been the best student, skating by on Cs by the skin of his teeth in many subjects due to failed written tests. No matter how many hours he spent staring at the pages upon pages of homework it never made sense to him. When he was younger, he had asked his friends to describe what letters looked like to them, earning laughter as an answer. He wasn’t sure what was going on but what he was being told was an A, didn’t look like anything he saw on paper.
It only became worse, not understanding the meaning behind some words as he didn’t know what the words describing other words meant nor could he read them to learn, and having someone explain was usually met with scornful disregard. This lead to a breakdown in communication between himself and others.
He’d wondered what he could do with his life. He was good at painting, but artists rarely made enough to live off, never mind feed themselves and small family. He knew he could get treatment and tutoring if he had more money, but his parents had passed away and left him with a trust fund. That trust fund was only good to cover his bare minimal expenses until he graduated high school. He couldn’t read words, but he knew numbers and the numbers in his bank account kept going down. Sadly, most jobs required you to fill out an application, which he couldn’t read.
He eventually met a man named Jacques Villareal, who got him started working in lounges, clubs, and a few other places once he was eighteen and could pass for twenty-one with a fake ID.
He’d been a little shy at first, but he knew how to clean up nice, some hairspray to hold his hair in place, a little light makeup to hide any signs of acne, he hit the gym often and was very physically fit, a side effect from taking martial arts as a child, he’d always kept up with it.
He had a silver chain with a silver ring pendant that he always wore, even when he slept—the ring pendant Jacques had a jeweler friend make by combining both of his parents wedding bands. Puberty had blessed him with a decent amount of body hair and enough facial hair to grow out a beard which helped him appear a bit older as well. He kept his beard pristinely trimmed and washed.
When he was working he wore a stylish silk button down red shirt, that exposed a bit of his chest hair, black jeans with a belt, and the black boots he normally wore. He knew he’d eventually have to get a more attractive outfit for work but for now he was doing pretty good.
Working as a gigalo allowed him to make a couple grand a day, and then have a few days rest in between. On a very productive day, with help from a little blue pill, he could easily squirrel away eight or ten grand.
He knew he needed this for his mental health more than anything. It was one thing to be physically intimate with a romantic partner, it was another entirely to let someone touch your body, or to touch theirs because they were paying you to.
Right now he was getting ready for another night of work. He’d made himself a light meal of spaghetti, and was currently cleaning his dishes at the kitchen sink. Afterwards, he went over to the bathroom, and undressed. He stepped into the shower and began washing his entire body from hair down to his toes, making sure to exfoliate, wash, rinse and then after he was out of the shower moisturize.
He blow dried his hair and beard, then began the process of trimming any uneven hairs from his beard, making sure his nose hairs weren’t protruding out of his nostrils, he brushed his teeth and used mouthwash afterwards for an extra fresh scent.
Applied deodorant, and then headed into his bedroom. He dressed into his work clothes then added some jewelery that had been given to him by Jacques, which he had to payback in installments. A few rings, a fancy wrist watch, things that made him look more affluent than he actually was. It was part of the game, but also made pulling new clients easier.
Tonight however he was meeting with one of the first clients he’d ever acquired as a gigalo, a woman named Judith, she was a well-known actress and always paid well. She kept herself healthy and clear of any transmittable infections, which made her a high quality client in his books.
He preferred to be with partners he knew used birth control and kept themselves healthy for him. He wasn’t exactly against having children one day, but right now, working as a high-end male prostitute? That wasn’t the best environment for a child to be raised in.
He finished off his look with a quick spritz of cologne, a scent called ‘one million’. He looked over the finished product in the mirror before grabbing his essential toiletries from the bathroom and heading off to meet his client. He hadn’t gotten off in a few days and was starting to feel it. He silently hoped Judith would want to do more than just spend time talking and drinking like she had last time. Not that he minded too much, she did pay quite handsomely no matter what activities they engaged in. Platonic activities or sexual activities didn’t matter to him, money was money but this was a paid sleepover he was heading off to. As much as he did enjoy the physical act itself, he enjoyed it even more if he hadn’t satisfied himself in a few days or he was partaking in the activity with someone he actually liked. So if one of his regulars booked him for an stay over, he’d refrain from touching himself on his own time before the overnight booking.
As he traveled, he looked at his banking app, he could get the treatments that he needed to get his high school diploma and maybe figure out how to read so he could pursue a career that was more socially acceptable, and let’s face it, more legal.
Locking the door to his residence, he turned and got into the ride share that Jacques had sent to him, which Judith was also paying for.
He smiled as he exited the vehicle, and looked up at the massive mansion in front of him. The young adult walked up the front pathway, to the steps and before he could knock there stood the older woman, Blonde haired, with pale complexion, pale grey eyes, and those ruby red lips he suddenly found himself thinking about having wrapped around something he really shouldn’t be thinking of.
“Ravishing as ever, Judith,” He complimented her with a smile, he took her hand and lightly kissed the back of it.
She smiled as she beckoned him to enter her home, and replied, “I didn’t request your presence for pleasantries, Don.”
His heart leapt with excitement, yes! He was going to get some physical sexual relief and be paid for it.
“Oh? It’s that kind of work night. Alright then,” He replied as his mouth descended onto her neck, lightly brushing his lips against the spot he knew got her going quickly.
She smiled as she tilted her head to the side, allowing him more access to her neck while her arms wrapped around him, gently pressing against his neck to hold him there for a moment before letting him back up. He lightly nipped at her soft, pale skin, then asked, “Where shall we do this?”
Judith could already feel he’d become aroused in their short interaction and replied, “Let’s take this to the tv room—there’s a very comfortable couch.”
Don Lothario readily agreed as he followed Judith Ward into her TV room, knowing that she had paid for him to be with her the entire night which meant five thousand extra in his pocket, and a night that promised very little sleep.