Memoirs Of A Gigolo (6 page)

“What is it you think I might know?” I asked. “I only met him when I arrived yesterday.”  “Nick, who set up this meeting.”  “How much money was involved?” I tried to protect my interest, “I wasn’t going to let this fool take my money; I earned it.” “Mr. Green I know how much money you have in your bank account.” “It has to be at least twenty five thousand dollars, and I’m sure you haven’t paid taxes on a dime.”

I was furious and shouted, “What the hell?” “And how would you know how much money I have in my account?” He smiled, “Mr. Green I know a lot about you.” “All this for a man you just met?” “Mr. Green I’m no ordinary detective I’m with the CIA.” “I can have your ass locked up for life for obstructing justice.” “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes very clear…, but like I said I only met him yesterday.” “So if that’s all Agent Crawford…” “I need to get some sleep I just had surgery a few hours ago.” I was exhausted and angry and just wanted them to leave.

“When are you leaving Las Vegas?” he asked. “I’m leaving as soon as I’m released from the hospital.” He said very seriously, “If Zabar happens to call you or contact you in any way, here is my card.” “I’m sure that won’t happen, because of what he’s done,” I laughed.  “Just call me if he does.”

I waited until he left the room to make the call to Jason.

He picked up on the first ring, “What’s going on Nick?” I asked angrily, “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” “You set me up, that’s what’s going on!”

He snickered, “I told you to be careful, but I can’t talk to you right now, so just stop by my house when you get back.”  His phone suddenly hung up.

I stayed in the hospital for about three days before being released.  I hopped a flight back to LA and went straight to Jason’s. I knocked a few times, and with no response I opened the door. This is odd, I thought after doing so. “Jason,” my voice echoed through the big house. I had tried his cell before leaving the airport with no response.

After checking downstairs, I headed upstairs maybe he was sleeping. This was a big ass house, I thought, when I entered his bedroom. I opened the door to Jason lying on the floor shot through the head, “Execution style.” I looked around to see if I was alone, but I knew I was. I sat down on the bed looking down at Jason’s dead body.

What the fuck was going on here, and how the fuck was he involved?  First the agent and now this shit. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and wiped down everything I touched. Had I just fucked up my life for money?

After leaving Jason’s place, I needed a place to lay low for a while. I called Joan to see if she still wanted me to be her boy toy. I ran by my placed, packed a few things, and went straight to Joan’s. After being there a few days, I was exhausted. She was fucking my brains out, and I couldn’t take much more. For free none the less…

I had to get out of here and fast. “Nick, why don’t we take a vacation to Rio?” Joan asked. “It’s nice this time of year.” I was ecstatic. That might be just what I needed until things cooled off around here. I smiled and said, “Yeah, why not, but who’s paying for all this?” I knew she was paying, but I just asked it for the hell of it.

I had been back from Vegas about a week without checking my account. I guess finding Jason had me shook up. I called, and there seemed to be some mistake.

Instead of fifty grand, there was hundred grand. I assumed Zabar was compensating for what he had done. I didn’t give a fuck about his conscious; I was paid, but it nearly cost me my life.

We arrived in Rio the next day, and I could finally relax. Joan had booked us a condo with all the amenities of home. I spent the first few days just soaking up the sun, and drinking umbrella drinks.

I wondered why hadn’t heard anything about Jason’s death? It wasn’t on the news, and Joan hadn’t said one word. This kind of shit just didn’t happen, but no news was good news.

Joan had planned a party because she wanted to celebrate her fiftieth birthday. I wasn’t really up for partying, but I went along to make her happy. “Nick”, I heard her calling from the house.

This bitch was getting on my last nerve. She always wanted something and never satisfied with what she had. I said, “Yes, Joan what is it now?

She replied, “I just wanted you to know I was going into town to get the things I need for the party, would you like to go?” I was ready for a break and said, “No I think I’ll just stay here and maybe drive down to the beach.” “Ok, I’ll see you later then,” she said as she walked out the door.

  As soon as she left I jumped in the jeep, and headed down to the shoreline.  “There were beautiful woman as far as you could see. This place was a man’s dream. I walked the beach admiring all the beautiful flesh, when I saw one so beautiful; I was mesmerized. This one girl in particular, looked as if she were painted, her skin was flawless.

I stood there as she walked towards me with my mouth hanging open. She smiled and walked on by as if I didn’t exist. I had to know this beautiful creature, after all I was Nickolas Green.”  

“Hey”, I yelled without thinking. “Miss, can I talk to you a minute and I ran to catch up to her.” She turned and looked at me with the most amazing green eyes.

“Yes, can I help you?” “No, I just wanted to know your name.” She smiled with the most beautiful white teeth.

“Why would you want to know my name?” “Why, because I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you are.” “My name is Stephora, and your name is?” “My name is Nick, and when can I see you again? “Nick, sorry, but I am engaged to be married in a few months.” “You too are a handsome man and I wished we could have met under different circumstances.” She walked on down the beach and out of sight.  Stephora was all I could think about, and I wanted her bad.

Later that night Joan was busy setting things up for the party. What I didn’t know was that Stephora would be one of the guests.

I showered and dressed in my white linen outfit that Joan had bought before we left.

The material felt cool against my now tanned skin.  I looked in the mirror thinking how blonde my hair had gotten after only a few days.

My eyes seemed to be blurring, but I’m sure it was because my skin was darker. I splashed on some cologne, and joined what was going to be a party. Joan walked up to me and said, “You look so handsome tonight Nick; I just want to eat you up.” I laughed and replied, “Down girl, there’s enough time for that later, as I fixed me bourbon.” What the hell was I doing here…? Joan was twenty years my senior. I loved what she was offering, but I didn’t want her. If there were any woman in my life, I wanted it had to be Stephora.

The guests were arriving about nine, and I was bored already. That was until Stephora walked in looking gorgeous. I acted as if I hadn’t noticed, because she was with someone. He must have been sixty, and I knew immediately why she was with him. The old fart was loaded, and she saw her way out.

I stood there wondering how I would at least talk to her. “Nick, honey come over here, there is someone I would like you to meet”, Joan said. What the fuck…?

I didn’t want her to know I was here with Joan. I smiled and walked over to where they were standing. “Nickolas, this is Graham, and his fiancée Stephora.” “It’s nice to meet you both”, I replied. I was a little put off. Stephora held her head down and smiled.

“I can’t believe you flew all the way here from Miami for my birthday.” Graham replied, “Joan your one of my oldest and dearest friends, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” “Graham darling, I just love you so much.” “I’m so happy for you and Stephora, and I hope to be as lucky one day.” She looked in my direction smiling. “In your fucking dreams”, I thought.” I had no desire to marry her or any other woman for that matter.

The party died down, and as usual Joan had drunk too much. I put her to bed and went down by the beach to catch the warm breeze. I had made it out of life of poverty and gotten away from my junkie for a mother. Now I was on top of the world, but was it really what I wanted for myself?

I had done things I wasn’t proud of, but look at me now. I was staying in million dollar condos, and rubbing elbows with the rich and famous.  My body still ached from the rape I had endured, but that also was the life of a gigolo. You win some, and you lose some……that was the game.

I stood there in my private thoughts when I turned and noticed Stephora a few yards away.  This was my lucky day, and I walked in her direction. “Hey, lady what are you doing out here?” I asked. “I just needed to catch the breeze it so beautiful here”, she smiled. “Yes, I must say it is at that.” “Where is your fiancée?” I asked. “I’m not sure; he left for the night; I think on business. “You think? Don’t you know?” She said in a serious tone of voice, “Nick my husband is a business man, and I understand that.” I replied, “Your young and beautiful, any man would want to be in your company.” “Beauty is only skin deep, Nick.”  “There are beautiful woman all over Brazil, and I’m one of the lucky ones.”  “I fucked my way out of the ghetto.” “I’m not proud of it, but it’s true.”

“I grew up a few miles from here, and there were ten of us living in one room shack.” “So you see Nick, beauty means nothing to me.”

  She stood there tears rolling down her face, and all I wanted to do was hold her. I took her in my arms, and began kissing her tears away.

I had never wanted to take anyone’s pain away before now. My lips found hers and the passion between us exploded. This wasn’t just another client. I wanted to make love to her. Our bodies meshed as I laid her down in the sand. I slid the straps from her shoulders exposing her breast, and I took her nipple in my mouth.

I heard the gasp in her throat, as I sucked one then the other. I released my hardness from my pants to give her what she was begging for. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and I positioned her body just right. We moved as if we were one and I loved it. I gripped my hands in her hair, and she rocked back and forth with wanting desire.

Our bodies released almost simultaneously, and it was everything I had ever imagined. It was like I was a virgin again, making love for the first time. She gave me something no one had ever given me.

“Nick, I need to get back, this was absolutely wonderful.” “Can I see you again or is this it?” I asked. “I’m afraid this has to be it, and I hope you understand.”  “I do, but maybe if you change your mind.” “I won’t Nick, I have my entire family to consider.” She was there, and then gone in an instant, as if it never happened.

I sat there inside myself thinking about the “what if’s”. Why had life dealt me this hand? I went back to the house and grabbed a bottle of bourbon. I had to let this one go. I knew this would happen going in. It was up to this point that I thought nothing of a woman’s emotions.

I downed a couple of shots, thinking about how my mother would let men fuck her for a hit. I knew I had to get out of there before she started selling me.

I had to push whatever feelings I had down in order not to feel. How could I feel such pain over a woman I had just met?

The next morning Joan woke up with a hangover and looked like hell. She asked, “Where were you last night?” “I took a walk down on the beach, and you were out of it.” “Sorry, Nick; I had such a good time”, she apologized.  “That’s fine Joan, it was your birthday.” She said, “I was so glad to see Graham, and Stephora.” “They haven’t been together long, but they seem to be happy.” I laughed, thinking of last night and said, “I guess they are, but she’s so much younger than he is.” “Nick, let me say one thing love has no age limit, I’m in love with you, and I know you don’t feel the same.”  There was nothing I could say to her statement; I just felt sorry for her.

“Joan, after we leave here I think we should end this,” and I turned and walked out. I stood there by the pool in thought. “Nick,” Joan said and snapped me out of my thoughts. 

“Yes Joan?” She said, “I wondered if you’d heard about you friend Jason,’ he was found dead in his house.” “What..?” “No… I hadn’t heard, but I’ve called him several times.” “Nick, I heard Jason was sleeping around with some bad guys.” “I think he got in over his head.” “Word around town is he was screwing some Saudi Prince.” I answered, “I don’t know what he was into, but I’ll miss him. Joan hung her head and replied, “Nick I really am sorry about Jason, but you really didn’t know him.”

“Can we not talk about this anymore,” I asked, “I’m on the red eye back to L.A in the morning.” “Nick, you do what you have too, but I still love you.” “I’m sorry to hear that Joan,” I said, “You need save your love for someone who deserves it.” “I’m staying in town until my flight leaves in the morning,” I replied and walked out the door.

I flew back to LA the next morning trying to figure out my next move. I had enough money to get me out of this town for a minute. I decided to fly to Chicago on a business trip I had planned.

I wouldn't be hooking up with strangers I would do my own thing. That’s where I met Donavan.

Everything seemed to be going well with Valencia and me. She was busy making wedding plans, and I was busy making money.  I hadn’t told her about what I did, and now I figured I’d never have to. I made her happy in, and out of the bedroom.

Shanghai was in town for the weekend, and I had to entertain her. I made my excuses to my fiancé, and she never asked any questions. She always kissed me goodbye and saw me off on my “business trip”. I hated the lying, but I didn’t think she could handle the truth.

With the lovely Shanghai, it was business with a lot of pleasure.

I was meeting her at the Hilton for a party we were both invited to. The event was Black Tie., and I knew there would be prospective clients attending.

I reserved a room at the Hiltons in the Presidential Suite for the after party. I kissed Valencia good-bye, and said I’d be back on Monday. I stopped at the barbershop for a fresh cut and shave. I wanted everything to be up to snuff as usual. I had my tux cleaned and pressed, and delivered to my room. I pick out a piece of jewelry at Tiffany’s for Shanghai. I knew she loved expensive things. Everything was set in motion, and I was in money making mode.

The party was to be held at the Towers, an exclusive night club downtown. I had been a few times, but they were all the same in my eyes. I was never the club type, but I made an exception from time to time.

I was in my swag mode when I entered the room, and all eyes were on me. I spotted Shanghai from across the room, and damn she looked fabulous.

She moved in my direction with a woman whom I’m sure was my potential client. Shanghai said, “Hello Donavan, you’re looking amazing tonight.” “Thank you and you as well.” “I would like you to meet someone.” “Donavan this is a friend of mine, Amy here from New York.” “Hello Amy, it’s nice to meet you.” “Same here, I’ve heard so much about you.” “All good things I hope?” “But of course.” “We have a table in the V.I.P section let’s sit, and talk.”

We walked over and sat down. Amy was from money. I could tell because she was draped in diamonds. The high society type, but I was taking anyone who would pay well. I had a few drinks and decided mingle, and let Shanghai work her magic.

I noticed an attractive looking blonde guy staring me down. I knew why he was here; we had that kind of radar, one player to another. He definitely looked the part. I walked over to the bar where he was standing, and ordered a drink. “Hey, I’m Donavan are you new in town?”

I asked. I knew most of the people here, so I knew he wasn’t from Chicago. “Yes, I’m here on business from L.A“, the man replied. “So are you enjoying yourself?” I asked. “I’m not sure yet, but I’ll know in a moment.” I laughed at his stand off way of talking, but I was the competition.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Nickolas Green”, and we shook hands.” “So Donavan’ are you from Chicago?” “Yes I am, but Detroit is my home.” I tried to be friendly and said, “I’m from Texas originally, but I’ve been in LA a long time.” “I knew I heard a southern accent, what part of Texas? “Amarillo”, I replied.  “What I really wanted to know is, are you in the business?”  “You have a lot of questions for a man I just met.” “You’re among friends here so just relax.” “I know your here for one of two reasons.” “What might that be?” “You’re here to play or your one of the players?” “Well if you must know, I was invited by a business partner.”  “Who…?” “The beautiful Shanghai”, “she said there is someone here I should meet.” “Oh really, she happens to be a close friend of mine as well.” “Here she comes now, she’s a knock out isn’t she?” “Yes sir, she is.”

“Hello gentlemen, I’m glad you two introduced yourselves.” “Nick this is guy I was telling you about.” “Donavan, Nick is looking to start his own escort business.” “I thought you two could possibly go into business together?” Donavan replied, “Shanghai, you know I work alone,’ and I don’t know if I’m going to continue this long-term.” “Donavan, how long have you been in the business?”  “Long enough…”

Shanghai raised her eyebrows and replied, “Now who’s being evasive?” “It’s not that; it’s just I’m getting married, and I keep a low profile.” Nick asked, “You’re getting married? “Does your wife know what you do?”  “No, and I plan to keep it that way.” Nick feeling the need to warn him, “You’re walking a fine line my man, because you know the two don’t mix.” “I can handle my life just fine I have for a while.” Shanghai was trying to keep the peace and said, “Gentlemen,’ I’m sure this can all be worked out, but not tonight.”

“Donavan, the lovely Amy is waiting, and money never waits.”

Donovan looked ready but said, “Ok Nick, let’s do brunch tomorrow, and talk about things.” “Let’s say 12:00 noon I’m staying at the Hilton? “All right”, I said, “I’ll see you then.” “Goodnight Nick” and he nodded his head. I kissed Shanghai, and headed to the table where Amy was sitting.

Amy and I talked a bit, had a few drinks, and it was time to take care of business. On the ride over, I thought about the proposition that was on the table. What did I have to lose? I opened the door to the suite, and Amy walked in behind me.

“This is nice”, she pursed her red lips together. “Thanks,” I said, “Only the best for the best.” “Would you like something to drink?” “Yes, cranberry vodka with a twist of lime.” Amy had already had a few to many, but who was I to argue?

I fixed her a drink and handed it to her. “Donovan”, she said, “Would you like a little?” and she snorted the coke from the spoon “No, I’m fine with my bourbon,”

I replied. “This will give you an edge, and make you stay up, and she pointed up, laughing” I smiled, “Baby I don’t need any help in that department.” “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” she laughed. I sipped on my glass bourbon. While she snorted a few more spoons of the powdery substance.

I grabbed her hand and said, “Come on sweetness, I have just what you need in bedroom.” “You think so honey?”, and she staggered to her feet. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.

I knew this wouldn’t take long, because she was past high. I didn’t give a damn; she was still paying. The one thing I hated was a drunken rich bitch, and this was one. I had to think of something special to get me in the mood. So I thought of my beautiful fiancé waiting for me on Monday.

The coke must have been working because she was sucking my dick like a pro. I didn’t want to cum right away, and spoil the night so pulled back.

“Why won’t you let me please you?” she asked. “I want to please you now,”

I smirked, and I flipped her on her back. I fucked her until she was begging me to stop. She screamed my name over and over. I was just about there, and I wrapped my hands in her hair and went all in.

“Donavan this is so good, please, don’t stop!” she screamed. The coke had her going now, and I was giving her, her money’s worth. I fucked the shit out of her drunken ass, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I collapsed trying to catch my breath, and she was panting for air.

“Donavan you where marvelous, can I please have some water?” she asked. “Sure you can if you get it, and bring me some,” I replied, being a complete smart ass. Had this bitch lost what was left her mind?

I wasn’t there to serve in that capacity. She reentered the room carrying the two glasses. “Donavan are we staying the whole weekend?” I said, “Yes, but I have a meeting early tomorrow.”  “You can shop or something until I return.” 

She lay in my arms until I heard her soft snore. I slid her onto the pillow and left the room.

I made a vow to never to sleep with anyone, but Valencia. It was already early morning when I finally closed my eyes.

It was about 10:00 when I woke up and grabbed a shower. Amy was still sleeping off the alcohol and coke, so I didn’t bother waking her. I grabbed the paper from outside the door and sat sipping my coffee. I had already laid out my clothes and was preparing to get dressed when my phone rang.

I knew it was Valencia by the ring tone. “Good morning sweetheart and how are you this lovely morning.” “I’ve fine baby and you?” “I’m good, just drinking my coffee and reading my newspaper.” “I miss you Donavan, and I wished you were here.” “I know baby, but I’ll be home early Monday.” “How are things going with your meetings?” “Everything is going fine Valencia, what’s wrong?” “Nothing babe, I’m just a little overwhelmed with the wedding.”

“Listen, don’t worry about the wedding, and we could hire a wedding planner if you need it.” “No, I just needed to hear your voice.

  I knew something just wasn’t right; I could feel it. “Do you need me to come home Valencia?” “No, don’t be silly, and I’ll talk to you Monday, I love you.” “I love you too.”

After hanging up, I had this feeling I couldn’t shake, but I chalked it up. I finished the rest of my coffee and went down stairs. I decided to have breakfast while I waited on Nick. I looked at my watch; Nick was ten minutes late. One thing I didn’t tolerate or like was tardiness. I wanted to finish my breakfast so I would wait a few more minutes

In walks Nickolas about a half hour late. He said, “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late, but getting a cab in this town is awful.” “That’s ok,” I replied, “This one time, but I’m just a stickler for promptness. “Like I said Donovan I’m sorry.” Nick slid out a chair, and had a seat, and ordered coffee.

After talking to Nick for about hour, I realized he had this thing all figured out? He went over his client list, and the guys he wished to bring into work for us. I never revealed my clients on the first meeting, but if we were to do business that would come later.

I agreed to do business with Nick because we had Shanghai in common. We shook on the deal, and that was that. I would have my lawyer friend David draw up a business contract later. Amy was gone by the time I got back up to my room. I poured myself some juice still thinking about how different Valencia sounded.

I phoned my mom, “Hello mom,” I said. “Hey Juan, and how’s my favorite song?” she asked. “I thought you were out of town on business?” “Is there something wrong?”

“I hope not, but I spoke to Valencia this morning, and she seems different.” “Have you talked to her today?” She replied, sounding worried, “No Juan I haven’t, but I think I know what the problem is” “What..?” “Is it serious?” I became worried by the minute

Mom said, “I don’t think so, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.” “Valencia is pregnant; she wanted to tell you when you got back.” “Pregnant…?” “I had no idea.” Gosh, I felt so much better after hearing that.  Mom replied, “She’s just a little stressed out, but I think she’ll be all right after the wedding.”

I heard the door, and I knew it was Amy. “Mom I have to let you go, but I’ll talk to you soon.” “Juan, don’t tell her know I told you about the baby.” “I won’t, I love you.” “I love you to son.”

“Hey lover, Amy said as she entered the room. “Hello Amy.’  “I bought you a gift, and I bet you can’t guess what it is?” I wasn’t in the mood for guessing games. “No, I can’t, but I sure it’s something nice. “I saw it in the gift shop downstairs.” “After last night I decided I wanted to see more of you.” “Oh, you decided that without me?” I had to laugh.”

“Let me make something clear to you Amy no one makes decisions for me, ever.” She looked shocked, but I didn’t give a fuck.

This bitch was out of line, and I was always the decision maker. She whined, “I just thought you felt the same, and I’m willing to pay.”

This was a spoiled little rich girl who had more money than she knew what to do with.  How was this shit about feelings anyway? “Here’s your gift anyway,” she said and she handed me the box. I felt bad after I opened the box. It was an expensive money clip I saw it when I picked up a gift for Shanghai.

“Thanks Amy I’m sorry for snapping,” I apologized. “That’s ok; I was being presumptuous,” she replied.

“Amy, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut this weekend short.” “There’s something urgent that came up, but I promise to make it up to you on our next encounter,” I said.  “Donavan I must say I’m disappointed, but what can I say?” “Nothing, just keep half the money you owe me,” I replied.  “If you insist’, but I’m going to hold you to another rendezvous.” “I’m sure you will,” I laughed. I kissed her goodbye, and rushed home to be with Valencia.

I couldn’t get home fast enough. I just wanted to see her and know she was really ok. I was going to be a father for the first time, and I was elated. “Valencia I’m home,” I shouted through the door. “Valencia, are you here, Babe?” She wasn’t answering. Where was she? I dropped my bags in the bedroom and changed my clothes. I watched the game while I waited to hear something from Valencia.

The minutes turned into hours, and still no Valencia. I knew she wasn’t expecting me until tomorrow, but I started to worry.  I picked up the phone and called her.  Her phone went straight to voicemail, which seemed odd.

I called around to see if anyone had spoken to her. After talking to her mom, she confirmed she was at her shop cleaning. I called the shop, and there was still no answer.

I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter and prayed she was ok. I would have flown if my car had wings. I pulled up in front of the shop behind her car; something wasn’t right… and I knew it.

“Valencia,” I called out her name. It was late, and no one seemed to be there. I could smell the cleaning solution.

I walked from the front of the store to the back calling her name. I walked into her office and I found her lying on the floor. Was she breathing…? “Valencia,” I cried and cradled her head in my lap. She was faintly breathing when I called 911.  The ambulance arrived within minutes and took her away.