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Mike Mizanin kissed the woman standing at the door to his plush apartment and smiled at her. "Drive carefully." He said. The blonde woman smiled and leaned in kissing him again before she walked away and he closed the door. He flopped back on the couch and sighed to himself. He used to love the days when Maryse came to visit. She was another one of the rich bored housewives who were all too willing to spend their husbands' money. She was blonde, beautiful and great in bed. Which made his job so much easier. He'd been a gigolo for just over a year now. At first he was a little nervous about it. But the money was good and the women were willing to have sex, it was part of the deal. It was a win win for a while. But he'd recently begun to crave more. He looked up as his best friend, roommate and fellow gigolo John Cena walked into the apartment and flopped down on the chair near the door.
"Rough day for you?" Mike asked him.
"Not overly so. But I had some chick on 5th avenue. This was the first meeting. God, the lady was annoyed as crap." John sighed. "But that's been the thing lately."
"Do you ever think we did the wrong thing by doing this?"
"We needed the money. Randy was right about there being good money in this."
"Yeah but all these women are just…I don't know." He sighed. "I want more I guess. I'm tired of these endless flings with these rich women. I know the money is good and they love to buy us all kinds of gifts. But do you ever want more?"
"I think everyone does. But this is easy money Mike. We couldn't make what we make anywhere else or doing anything else. You know that."
"Money isn't everything." Mike said.
"So you'd give this up and go back to being a broke?"
"For the right girl, I'd be willing to do anything. And I made alright money before this."
"Which job? Waiting tables, bike messaging or dog walker? I honestly don't know when
you slept."
"You're one to talk security guard and cab driver."
John sighed. "Yeah we did a lot of jobs because this is an expensive city. We should have thought about that before we left Texas and came here. We just graduated high school and took the bus here and we never thought about what we would do when we got here."
That's true. But there's got to be more than this." Mike said with a sigh. "I thought about going back to school. Taking some college classes."
"That sounds good if you want to do that." John replied. "And college is expensive. So, this would be the way to pay for it. Mike, I think if you want to go to college, you should. But what good would it do to quit this job and get into debt when you use the money from this to pay for college."
"Yeah, I guess I see your point." He replied. "I just want more."
"I think we all do. Now, I'm headed off to bed. I have a lunch client tomorrow"
Milly Harrison sighed as she craned her neck and looked at the clock beside her desk. This has been a particularly hard case and she was glad it was almost over. She hated cases like this. She was certain her client was innocence but there was so much damaging evidence. And she had tried her best in court.
"You looked stressed." Her assistant said walking in.
"This case is stressful."
"So you wanna...do something to release that stress?"
"Look Layla... You're a really nice girl and all but..."
"Get your mind out of the gutter. Well not completely anyway but I didn't mean me. I know of a guy who specializes in stress relief."
"What are you talking about?"
"Someone to help you relieve some stress without romantic complications."
"I'm not interested in being set up." Milly replied.
"It's not a set up. It's a sure thing." She said walking over to the desk. "Here this is his number. He's a specialist and believe me he's well worth the price."
"You mean like a male escort?"
"Something like that." Layla said. "Here's the number." Milly took it and looked Layla. "Milly, you need this. Just call him and believe me your stress will be history." She smiled and walked out.
Milly looked at the number. She was stressed but was calling a male escort really something she could do. She thought about it and dialed the number. She still wasn't sure this was a good idea but what could it really hurt. She made a date to meet the guy at a hotel room at the Hyatt.
Greta Sawyer sighed and craned her neck willing the pain to go away. She'd been going over the proofs for this ad campaign for nearly an hour and would just be glad when they were done. She looked up as her assistant Kaitlyn walked in.
"You seem stressed."
"Yeah well with Vickie breathing down my neck, I just want to get these finished."
"You know...I know of a sure fire way to get rid of your stress. I know of a guy who specializes in it."
"I'm not going in a blind date."
"Who's talking about dating. I'm talking all the fun without the typical bullshit."
"You mean like a..."
"You don't have to put a label on it. Here's the number. He's very good. He's hot. It's worth every penny." Kaitlyn handed it to her and left the room.
Greta looked at the number. She sighed. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to have a little stress relief. She dialed the number and made a date with him for the following day at a hotel near her work. She didn't want him coming to her place.
Mike made sure he looked nice the next night and walked into the hotel. He had been texted the room number. New clients were the hardest sometimes and easiest too. He took the elevator to the six floor and knocked on the door of the room. It opened to reveal a very beautiful woman.
"Come in." She said opening the door wide to let him in. He walked in and turned to look at her as she closed the door. She wasnt wearing the sexy lingerie he was used to seeing on clients.
"I'm Mike." he said introducing himself.
"I'm Greta." She replied. "I've never done anything like this before. So, how do we began?"
He smiled and took her hand and led her over to the couch. "Relax. We can talk for a little while and ease into it." He said. "Would you like some wine?"
"Sure." She replied.
He smiled and walked over and poured her a glass and one for himself. He handed it to her. "So, you've never called an escort before. What made you call one now?"
"My friend suggested it actually. Work gets a little stressful and she suggested I call to help deal with it." Greta said.
"What is it you do?"
"I'm an ad executive. I work for The Guerrero agency."
"Sounds stressful." he replied.
"It can be. So, my friend suggested you as a stress relief. She said you specialize in it."
He smiled. "I've been known too." He took the glass of wine from her and placed it on the night stand. "Why don't we start with a simple massage and go from there?"
She nodded and walked over to him. "So, what do I need to do?"
"Get undressed and lay down."
She got undressed and laid down on the bed. She was a little self-conscious. He sat on the sofa watching her. She was beautiful. Not the fake, overdone beauty of most of his clients. But a simple, understated real beauty. And he was instantly attracted. And he knew that was a liability in his business. But he knew he could deal and be professional.
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