Ally helped me out of the car and to my front porch.
"Thanks for helping me with the skating," I said.
"No problem," said Ally.
"By the way, I'm really sorry about what I did in the car."
"It's alright that you threw up…in my purse."
"Well, I had a great time though, especially with a hot-ass bitch like yourself."
"Really?"
"What?"
"Girls don't like to be called that."
"Then, you're a fine piece of ass."
"Wrong again."
"Well, what do I call you then?"
"Call me something nice or pretty at least."
"Okay, I'll give it a try. You…are…an…adorable…kitten?"
"Thank you." Ally laughed. "Keep working on it."
"Bye, Ally."
"Bye, Austin."
I went inside and closed the door. Mom and Dad weren't home yet. In the meantime, I headed up to my bedroom. I flopped my body on the bed like a fish out of water. My eyes closed for a brief moment.
Blackness was all I could see right now. Suddenly, it cleared up. I was looking up at a blue scene. It looked like the blue sky.
My eyes fluttered as I looked around. I was near a pool. Nothing seemed to be happening. Was I dreaming?
"Hey, Austin," a voice called my name.
There she was. Ally was slowly walking towards the diving board of the pool. Her body was so thin and breathtaking. All she had on was a red swimsuit top and a red bikini.
"Ally?" I murmured.
She dives into the pool. Wait, I've seen this before in a movie. I just can't think of the name of it.
Ally popped her head out of the pool. She flipped her hair and got out of the pool.
Then, she started walking towards me. As I gazed at her, Ally brushed her hair out of her face. Her hands trickled down her cheeks and in between her breasts. She opened her bikini top open.
Now I know the movie! This is every guy's sex fantasy.
Suddenly, it turned dark. My eyes opened. I found myself in my bedroom.
Damn it! I hate it when it's just a dream.
Ring! My phone started to ring again.
I grabbed it. "Hello?" I answered.
"Hi, are you Austin Moon?" said a female voice.
"Yes, who wants to know?"
"Well I hear you're one of those male prostitutes now. I was thinking if I can be your next one."
"Prositute?" I still need money. "Uhh…yeah, that's me. How much?"
"How about a hundred and thirty dollars?"
"Sure, I can do that. Where do you live?"
"302 Mendel Street."
"I will be there in a little while. Bye."
"Bye."
How come I'm doing this? I'm selling myself for sex. I want to make money, but not like this.
Nobody needs to know that I'm doing any of this. What would others think if they knew I was becoming a prostitute? My parents would be disappointed in me and I don't want my new friends to know especially Ally.
Oh, God, I'm at the house. Should I do this or not? What would Hugh Heffner do? Well he's an old, millionaire/playboy who lives in a mansion full of beautiful young women. His choices are more luckier than mine.
Before I knew it, I got out of the car and walked up to the front door. I knocked on the door.
Moments passed, nobody answered. I knocked and said aloud, "Hello?"
I opened the door and peeked my head through. "Hello?"
"I'm upstairs," said a voice from upstairs.
"Uhh…okay."
I started walking up the stairs. This might be the first girl I'm gonna have sex with in Miami.
There was a door that was a little opened. A light was on. I opened it and I stopped smiling.
An African-American girl was laying on her bed seductively. She wasn't actually pretty at all. The girl was extremely overweight.
"Hello, Stallion," she said.
"Uhh…are you the girl who called?" I asked.
"The name is Alicia and I like what I see. I love some white meat, especially blondies."
I felt very uncomfortable. How do I get out of this?
"Look, there's been a mistake—"
"Did you say steak?"
"No, a mistake." I corrected her. "This guy and I are partners in this and we mixed up our clients for tonight. So I'm just gonna—"
Suddenly, she started crying. Oh, fuck, what did I say?
"No guy ever wants me," Alicia sobbed. "Even when they look at me, they run away. I weigh at least three hundred pounds and all I do is eat."
What the fuck is wrong with me? Once again I open my mouth and I made her cry. I really don't want to have sex with her, but I don't want to live her all alone.
"I'll stay," I sighed.
"Really?" Alicia whimpered.
"Yeah, but I don't want to have sex."
"Then, why did you come?"
"To make some money." I grabbed a chair to sit in. "I haven't actually been a man-whore lately. Why do you even want me to have sex with you?"
"I don't know. It's just that…look at me."
"There's nothing wrong with you."
"I'm a blob! I'm fat!"
"No, you're not."
"All I do is eat. That's all I ever do."
"Maybe you only eat because you don't feel that much satisfied. You don't have to have sex to be satisfied."
"Then, what do I do?"
"You just need to feel a bit better about yourself. Do you excersise?"
"Does rolling off of your bed count?"
"No."
"Not really."
"How about this, Alicia? I help you bring that inner beauty out."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I help you excersise. Just give me a call whenever."
"Thank you, Austin. Here's your money." She pulled her money out of her bra and handed it to me.
I covered my entire hand with my jacket sleeve. Then, I grabbed it.
"You didn't really have to give it to me," I said.
"You need it more than any other man-whore out there," said Alicia.
Prostitution in my opinion was starting to become…different. I thought I would be gettin paid for sex, but I'm actually getting paid for making women feel different about themselves.
At the mall, I returned once again but by myself. It's just that I needed to figure out what I was doing. I was a gigolo but I wasn't actually being one.
As I was walking by Marco's Pet Shop, a sexy blonde worker there was walking towards the fish tanks next to the entrance. She got on top of the steps and leaned over the fish tank. The girl reached into the water for those little snails. She reached down deeper to where her breasts hit the water.
My heart began to pound out of my chest. Her tanktop was white and all I know is that she is not wearing a bra. Oh, fuck! Then, she got the snails.
This has to stop now. I am a disgusting, sick, stupid pervert. Now I'm just a weird, unknown gigolo.