Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I’m taken to a new page where there’s a bio of Rocky. Hmm, very nice. He’s 35, and hails from Cuba. He likes salsa, salsa verde, and playing with his dog Butch. He’s also available. I save him in my “Likes” list.
But how do I find two men who are willing to do a threesome? I quickly scroll through some of the other bios, and to be honest, these guys are gorgeous. They have to be, after all. They’re male gigolos who are going to make a buck from sleeping with women, so I’m sure these photos are photoshopped to highlight their essential assets. I throw a few more into my “Likes” basket, but then my fingers stop because a new man has caught my eye.
Holy shit, this guy is gorgeous. His stats list him as six foot five, two hundred and forty pounds, and his name is Raider. He likes dogs (check); Italian food (check); and likes to go for walks in the rain. Okay, I don’t love walks in the rain, but it does sound very romantic. Then, there’s a line that catches my eye at the bottom. Evidently, he has a twin and is willing to do house calls with his twin, Ryan, for a very lucky lady.
My breathing goes fast, and my heart races. Am I really going to do this? It seems like a special gift has fallen into my lap because how often do you find dark, handsome twin male gigolos who are willing to go in on it together? Trembling, my finger clicks on the “Add to Cart” button, and I take a deep breath. My life’s about to change, and now, I can’t wait.
3
Amy
Hmmm. I just clicked on the “Add to Cart” button for Raider, and he was moved to my cart. Then I clicked on his twin Ryan’s profile, and also added him to my cart. Now I’m staring at a cart with two handsome men’s profile photos, but there’s no “Purchase” button. In fact, there isn’t even a price. How weird.
I navigate to Help and tap on the number associated with their customer service hotline. My phone rings a bit and then a woman answers.
“Hello, this is Davenport Drapes. How may I help you?”
“Um, I’m sorry?” I ask. “I think I have the wrong number.”
The woman immediately speaks.
“Oh, perhaps I can help. Who are you looking for?”
“Um, Hot Nights NYC. Do they exist?”
She lets out a merry chuckle.
“They do indeed! Let me get you over to them.”
The line goes still for a moment, but then a click sounds and a new woman speaks. Her voice is huskier and smokier, like she smokes a lot of cigarettes.
“Hello, Hot Nights. How may I help you?”
“Um, yes,” I begin. “I’m looking to make a date with Raider from your site? Is that possible?”
There’s a slight pause.
“Of course. When would you like the date to take place?”
I clear my throat a bit. I want to make it for this weekend, but the truth is that if I do, I know I might just call back and cancel. I have to be brave, and take the plunge while the fire is still hot.
“Well, tonight would be great, if that’s possible.”
I hear a tapping sound on the other side.
“I’m sorry, he’s not available tonight.”
“Oh really?” I say in a disappointed voice. “Then maybe I’ll call back later.”
The woman doesn’t answer for a moment, but then she speaks again.
“Actually, we do a house call at 2 a.m. if you’re available.”
Two a.m.? Is she kidding? Most nights, I’m in bed and sound asleep by eleven. But I don’t want to lose this momentum, so I merely swallow.
“Okay sure, 2 a.m. works. Is his twin Ryan also available?” I ask.
The woman lets out a throaty chuckle.
“So you’re one of those, are you? Well, let me check. The twins have been very in-demand recently.”
My heart thumps as she goes silent once more. What does “in-demand” mean? Does that mean that they’ve slept with every woman in the Tri-State area? Does that mean that I should cancel this appointment right now before I get even deeper?
But then her voice comes back on.
“You’re in luck. In fact, Ryan is also available at two a.m. tonight. Would you like to book them?”
I clear my throat unsteadily. It’s now or never.
“Yes, please.”
The woman lets out another amused chuckle and I can hear the keys tapping as she works her computer.
“One more thing. Are you LGBT positive? Do you support the queer population and gay marriage?”
I’m totally confused.
“Um, yes, I do. But I’m confused. I’m hiring two hetero men, right? I’m female, and I’m looking to be with men only.”
The woman on the other line merely continues tapping at her keys.
“That’s great. Hot Nights NYC promotes tolerance and inclusivity, so we try to only work with clients who support these values. Great. I have you on board. That will be three thousand dollars, please. Credit card, I presume?”