Little Black Diary
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Something loosely based on my past history, long story short I worked as an Male Escort for a few year's, names of people and descriptions have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. But these event's have generally happened.
Intro
One look at me and you know I’m a man of taste; black tuxedo, highly polished patent leather shoes, well groomed and clean shaven, standing straight a sliver of cuff showing from the sleeve as I stand there. Formal event’s my domain, the opera, a play, or gala. It’s hard to believe I get paid to do this. Be the perfect gentleman then stand there and look pretty. Laugh politely at the lame ass joke’s some old fart make’s complement the ladies on their dress, and try to ignore the stair’s from some of them. Take the lady of the evening home, and then wing it from there.
I’m a male escort; my life is hectic, at its worst, and euphoric at its best. It’s hard to believe that I was a college dropout making minimum wage, with a couple of stripper friend’s that pushed me in this direction. From rag’s to pseudo riches, I am a deceiver, I am not of wealthy stock, I’m a man from a simple family who has abandoned me in this profession. Though I think it funny I make more money than both my parents combined yearly doing this.
Anyways on to my story, this is my little black book; my name is Timothy, and these are my client’s.
Intro
One look at me and you know I’m a man of taste; black tuxedo, highly polished patent leather shoes, well groomed and clean shaven, standing straight a sliver of cuff showing from the sleeve as I stand there. Formal event’s my domain, the opera, a play, or gala. It’s hard to believe I get paid to do this. Be the perfect gentleman then stand there and look pretty. Laugh politely at the lame ass joke’s some old fart make’s complement the ladies on their dress, and try to ignore the stair’s from some of them. Take the lady of the evening home, and then wing it from there.
I’m a male escort; my life is hectic, at its worst, and euphoric at its best. It’s hard to believe that I was a college dropout making minimum wage, with a couple of stripper friend’s that pushed me in this direction. From rag’s to pseudo riches, I am a deceiver, I am not of wealthy stock, I’m a man from a simple family who has abandoned me in this profession. Though I think it funny I make more money than both my parents combined yearly doing this.
Anyways on to my story, this is my little black book; my name is Timothy, and these are my client’s.
