Memoirs Of A Gigolo (5 page)

“Hey Brock, can you bring something over for me later?” “Of course, he replied, “what time?” “Let’s say about 6:00, and don’t bring that talking ass Brad.” “I’m not in the mood for his bullshit.”   He laughed a bit and said, “You shouldn’t take things so personal Nick, he’s harmless.” “I don’t give a shit if he’s harmless just don’t bring him.” “Whatever Nick,’ it’s your money.” 

I’m sure people thought I was arrogant, but I really didn’t care. I wanted what I wanted, when and how I wanted it.  I was at studio 54 at 3:00, and Sebastian was waiting. 

“Nick, your next so just have a seat, and Max will get you shampooed.” “You don’t need a touch up today,” he asked. “No, but I do need my tan touched up if Stacy’s in.”

“Ok, I’ll let her know.” “Would you like a glass of wine or something?” “Thank you, and wine sounds good.” Max shampooed me, and I sat and waited for Sebastian. In walks, Mrs. Kim Walker wife of a well-known movie producer.

   Kim needed her hair done, and she was waiting on Sebastian. “Hello Nick, she said, and we air kissed.”

I saw you at Sparkle the other night, and I also noticed whom you left with.” “Why are you in my business, Kim?” I asked feeling irritated. “What business Nick, you’re a highly paid prostitute, and that’s everyone’s business.” “I would call you a bitch, but I’m too much of a gentleman for that.”  Bitch…?” you’re a bitch, so I hear, and hanging with Jason proves it.”

I’m about my money that’s true, but I’m no one’s bitch.” “Ahh…don’t get you feathers ruffled Nick, I’m just kidding.” “I know, but I’m not,” I said being a bit put off.

“How’s that fine husband of yours these days?” I asked. “He’s doing well although he never seems to be home much. He’s in France for a month, and I’m all alone.” “I doubt that Miss Thang but if you say so.” I said being sarcastic. “Nick your nothing but a male whore, and everyone knows it.”   She said snapping back. “That’s coming from reliable source.” She scoffed, “This town is full of gossip Nick, and I would never cheat on my husband.” “Ok, if you say so”, I laughed.

“You still better watch that husband of yours, because I bet you’re not the only one.”

“What are you insinuating?” “Do you know something I don’t?” “Why no darling, I was just kidding.” She smiled but looked very worried, “You’re something else Nickolas Green, and you better watch your step.” “I hear Joan is dropping you as her playmate.” I laughed out loud, “I doubt that have you looked outside at my new gift?”

Her jaw dropped, and she looked stunned, “That can’t be your Maserati parked out front?” I smiled, “Yes and you better watch your step or you’ll be buying me one.” “In your dreams darling and I don’t think you’re worth it.” “There is only one way to find out, right?”

Sebastian came around the corner and said, “Hey Nick, I’m ready for you now.” “All right Kim I must get all sexy, so I’ll talk to you later.” “Nick, we must do lunch sometime?” “Call me, and I will see what I can do.” “I don’t think so, because she was such a gossip. Who was I kidding, so was I. Sebastian cut my hair, and my next stop, spray tan?

Jason called while I was getting my tan. I’m sure it was to make sure everything was a go with the Prince. I was about my money, and this was no different. The Prince and I were meeting in Las Vegas, and he would be flying me in. I had my reservation at Cesar’s Palace the Presidential Suite. I must say the man had good taste. I checked my mirror, and my spray tan looked amazing. I looked like I was just back from the islands.

Zabar sent his private jet, and I flew into the Las Vegas airport. His car picked me up and drove me to Caesar’s. I didn’t know what to expect, but Zabar was a handsome man. We were almost identical in every way except he had dark hair, and I was blonde. He was rich, and I was on my way, not much difference in my eyes. This man had a strange air about him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I could read people well, and with this one, something wasn’t quite right.

It wasn’t the fact that he was a man. I had my share of men being in the porn business. Let’s just say I had a gut feeling. “Hello Nick,” he spoke almost perfect English. “If there is anything special you need, name it and it’s yours.”

“We’ll be having dinner in an hour if you’d like to freshen up.” I said, “Thanks, and would you like to meet me at my room?” “Yes that works for me.” “I’ll see you in an hour,” he said touched my face gently. This gorgeous man was paying me fifty grand, what was his hang-up?”

I checked into my room, and it was fit for a king. I laid out my clothes and grabbed a drink from the mini bar.  I sipped my drink, and then turned on the stereo unwinding a little.  I listened to the music and looked around the suite, “This was living,” I thought. The room itself must have cost a fortune, but it was a drop in the bucket for Zabar. How was this all going to go? I was never the receiver of male on male sex. I wasn’t taking anything up the ass, but I was willing to do him.

I knew in the past I needed a little coke, but I had kicked the habit. Maybe, I would do a few lines to take the edge off. I reached out to one of my old contacts, and told him where I was staying. It took him about fifteen minutes to get there.

I knew he would have the prime stuff. I heard a knock at the door. In walks Sam, “Long time, no see, and I thought you kicked this habit?” “Yeah, I did, but this is a special occasion,” I said. “I know, but once you go there is no return,” he warned. “You know the game Nick.” I replied quickly, “Yeah, but I’ve conquered those demons.”

He laughed, “Stronger men have said the same.” “I have some X pills if you prefer. “They’ll get you going, for sure.”  “Nah man; I had better stick to what I know.” “Sam said,” Ok, but this is some prime stuff so take it easy.”

“Want to do a couple of lines before you go?” I asked, trying to be nice. Sam looked paranoid and said, “Nah man, it’s not for me anymore, just give me the money so I can get the fuck out of here.” “What’s your hurry?” “I don’t like all this security in these hotels.”

I slid him the money, and he headed for the door. He turned around and said, “Looks like you’ve come a long way since the old days,’ right Nick?” I thought about it and said, “Yeah, it seems that way,” and I closed the door.

I took another drink from the bar took the hand mirror and sniffed a few lines. Damn… this shit was straight, and I was on cloud nine in minutes. I sat there trying to come down long enough to dress. Cocaine is a helluva drug, I thought feeling euphoric.

I grabbed my cigarettes from my bag, lit one, and took a long hard drag. I better get up before prince charming gets here. I splashed some water on my face, ran my fingers through my hair, and then splashed on some aftershave. I changed clothes and took one more line for good measure. Just in time, I heard a knock at the door. Zabar asked, “Nick, are you ready?” “Damn, this guy was handsome as hell. This night was looking better by the minute, but perhaps it was the coke. He smiled and said, “I have a table reserved at Dune.” “Yes, let me get my jacket.” I got my jacket, and my little bottle of courage and we headed out.

Dune was an exclusive restaurant and bar, and we had the best seats in the house. Waiters were all over us taking care of our every need. Zabar ordered, “I’ll have the filet mignon medium rare, and a bottle of your best champagne,’ and for you Nick?” I took my turn, “I’ll be having the prime rib rare, and a double shot of bourbon.”

We made small talk, and I found out that Zabar was from Sadie Arabia. His father was one of several kings, and he owned his own oil fields. I sat and listened while he told me how he made his fortune. I had a few more bourbons, and we headed back to my room. 

“Would you like a drink”, I asked as I poured one for myself? “No, thanks, but I do have one request.”  “What would that be Zabar?” I asked, getting a little nervous. He replied, “I would like to bathe you before we become sexual.”  “Wouldn’t it be more intimate if we showered together?” I said wondering what was next.

He laughed and said, “This isn’t about intimacy Nick, and you have to be sitting down.” “I have essential oils and incents for this bath to relax you before.” “All right”, I replied. “It’s just a bath.”

As we were walking to the bathroom, Zabar said, “There is something I must explain to you before our sexual act.” “I’m well-endowed and most men need to be relaxed before being intimate with me.”

“The bath and incents assist in that process.” He sat there waiting for me to relax and said, “The hookah will be delivered in momentarily, and it will also relax you.” “What the fuck was a hookah…? Who the fuck did he think needed it?”  I knew this was too good to be true, and when I saw Jason it was on. “What the fuck ever,” I thought; I was here now, and I had agreed to this. I was high anyway, and I wouldn’t feel a thing because the coke always heightened my pleasure.

I watched as Zabar ran the bath and lit incense. I felt like I was in another place and time. I slid off my boxers and stepped into the warm oily water. The scent was somehow arousing, and I began to relax. Zabar walked into the next room to answer the door. I sat there for about ten minutes almost entranced, and he reentered the room. “How do you feel Nick?” he asked.  “This is amazing I’ve never felt so relaxed, and he began rubbing my shoulders.”

“Nick, your body is incredible,” and I stepped from the tub. He gently dried my body, and began massaging my penis. I was rock hard in minutes.

The feeling was so amazing; I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. My head fell back as he took me in his mouth stroking me until I exploded. We moved to the bedroom where the hookah had been placed. I took a couple of hits, and my head began to spin.

“What the hell had happened?” I thought. I woke in such pain I couldn’t move, and where the hell was Zabar, and what had taken place?” I must have passed out from the coke, and too much alcohol, on top of the hookah. “What was wet…?.”

I looked down to see the blood all over the sheets, and it was coming from me. I tried to raise my body up from the bed and realized my hands were tied.

I had to think. Every muscle in my body hurt, but I had to free my hands. I yanked until I passed out from the pain only to wake in the same predicament.

Where the hell was a housekeeper when you needed one? I didn’t want anyone to find me like this. I lay there for what seemed like hours, when I heard a knock at the door. “Housekeeping,” I heard a woman’s voice say. “Is anyone in here?” I yelled, “Help me please and all I remembered next were her screams as she exited the room.

I heard people entering the room saying they were paramedics, and we’re here to help you. I couldn’t see their faces, but I could hear them talking. I don’t know if I passed out from embarrassment or exhaustion. I woke in the hospital with the doctor saying they needed to do surgery. He spoke and said, “Mr. Green can you hear me?” “We need to do surgery right away and require you to sign a few consent forms.”

“Yes doctor, I understand, but what the surgery for? He hung his head and said, “Mr. Green you have been violated and your rectum is torn.” “The procedure will require stitches and I don’t think you can stand a local antistatic because I’m sure you’re in a lot of pain.”

“You’ve lost a lot of blood, and a transfusion will be necessary.” I started to tear up from the pain and embarrassment, “Just do what you have to, but please give me something for the pain.” The nurse arrived and gave me a shot from what I knew was morphine in my I.V and the pain began to subside. I dozed in and out as they hung at least three pints of blood.

I knew there was something peculiar about Zabar, but I didn’t listen to my gut instinct. I let my greed overtake my intuition, and now I was paying the price.  The next morning I was feeling a little better, but my ass still hurt something awful. They had me laying on icepacks, so I was cold, as well. In walks a detective. I immediately knew he was, because I had seen him talking to one of the nurses. I tried to play like I was asleep so he would leave.

He didn’t care and said, “Mr. Green, are you awake; I need to ask you a few questions?” I tried to pretend, but it seemed he wasn’t going away. I asked, annoyed, “Yes sir can I help you?” “I’m Special Agent Crawford, and I’m sure you know why I’m here Mr. Green.”

I played stupid saying, “No, I can’t say I do, but I’m sure you’re going to explain it to me.” He replied, “Well let’s start by saying that prostitution is legal in the state of Nevada, but there are a few other things that aren’t.”

“Prostitution, you’ve got to be kidding?” I replied. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He laughed, “I’m sure you don’t, but Mr. Green there were illegal drugs also found in your room, and I’m sure you know nothing about that? “Do you want to get to the point Detective, I don’t have all day, and I am in a lot of pain?” I said, getting agitated.

He asked, “Mr. Green all I want to know is who you were with on the night in question?” I tried to lie and say, “I met a girl, and we began to have a good time I must have passed out.”

“A woman did this to you, are you sure?” he said, looking surprised. “Mr. Green, I not only know that it wasn’t a woman, and the fact is, your protecting that bastard.” I was caught but still didn’t want to admit the truth. “What bastard do you mean?”

I asked. “Prince Zabar AkKbar, we’ve been tracking him for months, and we knew he was staying at Caesars.” “Mr. Green you’re lying here with your ass ripped out, and you claim to know nothing.” “Unbelievable…”

He was starting to get frustrated and replied, “This man is wanted in his own country for murder, and weapons smuggling.” “If housekeeping hadn’t arrived when they did, you’d be dead.” “I’m sure you’re embarrassed about the whole thing but I will only keep it under wraps if you help me.”