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“I know, Red.” She sighs and is quiet for a while and I’m about to let her go so I can wallow when she gasps. “You can work for it!”
“Uh, I don’t think Gary will let me back to work after he just fired me today. Not like I’m the best waiter he’s ever met.”
She chuckles and I hear more shuffling in the background. “No, you can work for me tonight. You’re the only person I know that’s a boy for real, not someone doing it for pay. You can take this client I just got a request from. He’s looking for a boy that’s a natural. No fake shit.”
Barking a laugh, I shake my head. “His request said, ‘no fake shit’?”
“Of course not,” Cara says with a chuckle. “He said, and I quote, ‘no one that is playing at a kink. I can tell.’ Basically ‘no fake shit’ in more words.”
Even though it’s not much to go on, I’m intrigued. Cara runs a very lucrative escort service, her roster employing someone for any kink there is, as long as everyone involved is of legal, consenting age and no animals are involved. Her website is advertised as modeling services, but everyone knows what she offers. She’s the best; making sure her models are safe and well cared for, paying them well, and giving clients what they ask for. I’ve worked with her a few times, but only to fill in for someone.
“Send me a pic and I’ll tell you if I want to do it or not.” This is why Cara won’t put me on her roster. I am shallow. She knows it, I know it. No amount of money will have me sleeping with someone I’m not attracted to. And attraction varies for me. I don’t have a type, but they have to have kind eyes. If I don’t think their eyes are kind or feel something gentle in their expressions—even if they’re scowling—I will turn down the job. Her models have to be ready to do whatever the client asks of them, no matter if they’re attracted to them or not. That ain’t me.
“Already sent, babe.”
Pulling my phone from my ear, the screen illuminates and I see a text from Cara. I suck in a dramatic breath when I open the message and see the handsome man staring back at me. It’s a simple face pic, probably taken in a hurry for Cara’s records. No smile, no expression, but fuck, he is gorgeous. His dark eyes are serious, but they aren’t unkind. His dark brown skin is flawless, a nice goatee framing the most succulent pair of lips I’ve ever seen. His locs are long, lightened at the ends, brushing where I would imagine his nipples are.
In short, this is a fucking God I’m looking at and I would be an idiot to turn down being his boy for the night.
“Yes, yes, and fuck yes! Set this up, please. He needs a service to find a boy? I wonder why. Fuck, he’s … fuck.”
Cara chuckles in my ear. “I know, right? If my men didn’t make me very, very happy, I would have taken him up on the offer myself.”
“He asked for a boy, Cara,” I tell her unnecessarily.
“I know,” she says with a sigh. “A girl can dream. Seriously, do you want the job? He says he’s only in town for the night, so I’ll have to let him know soon. No one else will do, since no one else is in the life like you.”
Cara has known me since I was in college and she tried to recruit me when she came into one of the many diners I worked at. Although I didn’t take her up on the job offer, we formed a quick bond and over time, I confided in her what I was looking for. She knows I’ve wanted a Daddy for years, only getting lucky once. It was a college professor and we had a good thing going for about five months until I graduated. I think the taboo nature of our relationship got him off more than me calling him Daddy did, so when I was no longer a student, he lost interest. At least we ended on good terms. I would have hated for our relationship to have been marred by a shitty break up.
It’s five fifty now, so I ask Cara, “When does he want me to be there?”
“Eight. When you get there, you can discuss what you want to do and how long he wants you. He’s already paid the flat rate for the service. And for you, I’ll only take five percent.”
“Nope. You’ll take the fifteen and you’ll fuck off with your charity. I’m working for it. Don’t give me special treatment because I got fired, Care."
She groans. “You’re a pain in my ass. Fine, fifteen percent. Any tip he gives is yours and I won’t accept no for an answer.”
“Yes, ma’am. Any special requests from this handsome Daddy?”
“Not that he added yet. If there are, I’ll contact you before you head out. Have fun and be safe, babe. If you feel weird about anything going on—”
“I know, call Brad. Got it.” Brad is one of the bodyguards Cara has on staff for her employees. He, along with the other two guys—Keith and Jax—usually goes with the newbies their first few jobs to make sure they’re comfortable. There is also at least one of them on site for Cara in case they’re needed. They’re good guys that take their jobs very seriously. I like them. They’re also Cara’s lovers, so they’re extra invested in making sure her business runs smoothly.
We bid each other goodbye and I rise to get my shit together for my date.
When I’m washed, shaved and fed, I pack a bag to head over to Cara’s office. She rents a building downtown that has the front of a photo studio. Since sex work isn’t exactly legal in Ontario, so she has to be careful. She runs her business very well and has been in the game for years with great success. I’m not sure how she got started, but I don’t ask. The less I know, the better.
Looking at the incoming text, I read:
Cara: Wear pretty panties. :)
I chuckle, thankful that I have what I need in my bag. With the jobs that I take, I always go in street clothes and dress for the client in his room. It builds the suspense and excitement. I also like to show up in street clothes so hotel guests won’t give me looks and I won’t give away I’m a hired companion.
I text her back a thumbs up and she sends me the address to the hotel. Well fuck, this is one of the most expensive hotels in the city. I’ve only been once and that was to take my grandfather to brunch for his birthday when I saved a few paychecks to splurge on the us. So this guy has money. Hopefully he leaves me with a generous tip.
At eight on the dot, I’m knocking on the hotel room door, the jitters almost getting the best of me. I stopped smoking and drinking when my hours got cut and I couldn’t afford it anymore, so I have nothing to take the edge off. This will be my first job where I’m one hundred percent sober and I’m nervous as fuck.
The door opens and I forget how to breathe when I see the fine ass man standing across from me. His photos did not do him justice. Along with his kind eyes, he has a lovely smile which is aimed at me. His locs are pulled back from his face, giving me a clear shot of his chiseled jaw and slightly crooked nose that looks like it was broken a time or two. I’m a sucker for a man with a nice nose and this man has it.
He steps back and I walk in, turning to him when he shuts us in. “I figure you’d like to get changed. Bathroom is through there.” He points to a room and I nod my thanks and hustle inside. My back against the door, I take a few steadying breaths and reach into my bag.
