Gigolo

Chapter 2

Paul loved women , all women and he truly appreciated them and their contribution to the making the world a better place.

He wasn't always a gigolo he was once in a relationship and engaged to be married if you can believe that.

Her name was Anne and she was a bartender when he met her , but in the five years they were together he helped her , put her through nursing school and when she graduated she decided being with someone who ran a private security company just wasn't good enough now that she was a R.N.

She wanted to be with someone better , someone white collar , someone who wasn't him and it was just all about the money at that point or his lack there of.

So the day he moved his last box out of their shared apartment he decide he would never let himself feel that badly about anyone ever again. it wasn't worth the heartache to open yourself up to someone and give all that you were only to be kicked in the teeth as a thank you for all your love. Screw that!

The gigolo opportunity presented itself in such an odd way. he was getting coffee one day and this man kept staring at him , finally Paul walked over to him and asked if there was a problem .

"I'm sorry ,but are you a model or something? " The man asked generally fascinated

"No , I'm in the security field " Paul answered think yup this guy is probably gay and regretting his decision to come over to him .

" I run a company where we provide a unique service and you have a look I need for it and would be compensated very very well for your time ." the man named Gerard according to the business card he slipped to Paul across the table.

"Heavenly Dreams?" Paul said out loud reading the business card

" Yes , we are a make escort service for women that you would get paid $350/ per hour for your time to provide these women with your company , no sexual service anything along that lines that happens is between consenting adults and up to you and her."

" Interesting , you know what fuck it I'm in ! What the hell it should be an adventure" Paul said not really caring anymore about anything he needed the money and if it was legal then what was the harm ? He was really just in need himself of human companionship and if this could fill the void for him without him being hurt in the process then two birds killed with one stone .

" Great ,great just come by the office tomorrow at like 1 pm to fill out some paper work , take some pictures for the promotional and website stuff and we can get you working in like no more then a week."

" Sounds good man., thanks for the opportunity" and with that Paul got into the sort or gigolo business.

Witching a week he had his first date a lonely school teacher divorcee who took him out for dinner and then ducked his brains out at her condo later that night.

His bank account thanked him , but did his heart thank him? , His soul thank him?

Whatever man he closed that part of himself off long ago women just hurt you ,they wanted bigger , better , more all the time and he didn't want to deal with that crap anymore and he didn't have to.

He was wanted and desired by many women who paid a lot of money to be with him.

They were all nice and beautiful in their own different ways but at the end of the day he unlocked his door , walked up his stairs and climes into bed alone, and yeah it sucked at times, but right now that was what he wanted thanks to a bitch named Anne.