Silent Echoes (A Gayerotica Novella) ||MxM|| 18+ ||

"The Killer"

9/20/2018

Early preparations before meeting any client varied among Escorts.

Those who were Tops (men who give dick) only had to manscape their penis and balls, shave their faces and shower.

But us Bottoms (men who take dick) had to do a lot more than that.

Because many of the clients choose me on the fact I'm effeminate and it's easier for them to imagine being with a woman because of my voice while they're fucking me, I do my best to make sure I was smooth (having a hairless ass and chest) and that I was clean.

While I would've preferred shaving with a good ol' fashioned razor, Noah has a contract with a local spa which offers us free waxing. And boy do I hate getting waxed!

Have you ever had someone pour hot wax between your ass cheeks and instead of counting down when they were going to peel off the wax, they just rip it off?! Then they go in for more! How I envy Tops at times.

Aside from making my ass smoother and shinier than a bowling ball, I had to douche and this process for me is easier to do and not at all painful.

I always want to make sure I'm clean anyways, because a majority of times I'm making sure my clients come to a sensible relief but I'm stuck with a hard on when I return home. So once I get back to my place, I kick off my shoes and have some fun with Mr. Hamm.

RRRing! RRRing! RRRing!

The sound of my cellphone caused me to flinch.

Who the hell would be calling me at 6:26am? I thought to myself as I walked out of my bedroom wearing only a pair of black laced panties given to me by a client last week.

He told me that most Bottoms wore panties because they're comfortable and I'm not going to lie, these laced panties made my ass look rounder than usual, but my penis and balls weren't too thrilled as they were practically screaming "Ouch!" with every second that passed.

My cellphone was charging in the living room because that's where I was, while binge watching a few episodes of my favorite show How To Get Away With Murder.

I unplugged the phone from the charger and read the caller I.D which had 'T' on it.

T was a fellow Bottom at Somin. We usually get together once a month to watch a horrible movie and talk shit about it.

Why the hell is he calling me? I thought to myself as I swiped the answer button mentally preparing myself for the fakest conversation I was about to endure.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey bitch!" T greeted in his usual high pitch squeal.

"Ugh! How are you always so chirpy in the morning?" I asked not sure how anyone who gets three full hours of sleep could be as chirpy as a Macy's perfume sales person.

"When you look as cute as I do you always wake up with a smile on your face." He answered back in his typical vain attitude.

I have some friends and some acquaintances at Somin but T has always been a friend. He and I have been through a lot together and although I like to keep my past a secret, he knows I was in an abusive relationship because so was he when he was heavily using Crystal Meth years ago and tried to commit suicide because of it.

He likes to think of me as a protégé he was training to be just like him, although I was employed at Somin three years before he was.

"So what's up?" I asked hoping to speed the conversation up because these panties were really starting to cramp up my balls.