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)
My phone almost slips from my fingers, and all thoughts of LGBT inclusiveness slip from my mind.
“Three thousand?” I gasp. “I can’t afford that!”
The woman merely purrs on the other side.
“I’m sure you can, sweetheart. Trust me, a night with Ryan and Raider is one that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. Lots of women have done it, and they literally say it’s the best two hours they’ve ever experienced. Worth every penny, and that’s a direct quote.”
I gasp into the phone again, my hand shaking. This is crazy. Three thousand dollars is what I make in a month at the pre-school. I’ll have to be late with rent, not to mention skimping on things like groceries and haircuts.
But again, it’s my Dirty Thirty birthday, where Carly and I promised that we’d check off the things on our bucket lists. Am I willing to go all out to make this dream come true? On the one hand, I’ll barely have enough food to get by for the next month. But on the other, I’ll be satisfying a promise I made to myself so long ago.
Besides, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Not only that, but my current life isn’t exactly thrilling and successful. I make small beans at my nine-to-five, and I live in a studio apartment that’s four hundred square feet. Maybe I should hire these men as a treat to myself for surviving in a difficult, expensive city where nothing comes without blood, sweat, and tears.
With a tremor to my voice, I make the decision.
“Sign me up,” I say. “Here’s my credit card number.”
With that, the woman books me for tonight, and as I put my cell down, my heart races. Oh my gosh, is this really happening? Am I really hiring two male gigolos to please and tease me? Suddenly, I can’t wait.
4
Raider
Ryan and I step up to the doorbell and I pause before my finger hits the chime.
“You ready?” I ask.
My buddy nods while remaining silent. After all, this isn’t our first appointment together. We’re tried and true professionals, although not quite in the way our customers seem to think.
After all, we own Hot Nights NYC. It’s something that we dreamed up in our college room way back when, and I still remember the night inspiration struck.
“There are so many women in New York,” Ryan said to me as we sat around one of the dorm lounges. His big form was sprawled on the couch as we idly shot the shit.
“Yeah, I know, and that show Sex and the City has really done women a disservice. All the girls want to meet someone like Mr. Big who’s hot, handsome, and filthy rich. What they don’t get is that really rich dudes look like Mark Zuckerberg or Jeff Bezos. They’re short, puny, and usually, already taken.”
“Yeah, I know,” mused Ryan. “It’s funny, isn’t it? An HBO show has created a fantasy for women in real life, and they actually think it’s achievable.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” I interrupt. “There are definitely some women who can get the Mr. Big type. But they’re few and far between. Most women are going to end up with guys who are totally average. They’ll be five nine, one hundred and sixty pounds, with ho-hum physiques and boring jobs as accountants.”
Ryan nodded and thought for a moment while squeezing a rubber ball in one large hand.
“Yeah, but what if we catered to those fantasies? What if we started some service where women could go out on dates with these so-called alpha males? You think women would pay?”
I thought about it for a moment.
“You know, I think they would,” I said slowly. “Women in New York have one thing in common: they work. It’s hard to live in this city without a job because it’s just too expensive. And not enough of them have daddies who can support them full-time. So yeah, I think women in NYC have enough moolah so that they’d be able to hire a fantasy date for some short-term fun.”
Lo and behold, Hot Nights NYC was born. At first, we didn’t mean for it to be a gigolo service. We thought we’d hire out handsome, attractive men to go out on dates with women. They’d squire older ladies to things like charity balls and museum fundraisers. But the thing is, the women always thought they were getting more than just companionship. Quite a few of our hunks reported that their clients had gotten handsy, and more than a few admitted they’d ended up putting out just to get these women off their backs.
As a result, our business slowly morphed into providing gigolos. It’s underground and really dirty, but it pays well. We charge a thousand dollars for two hours of service, and five hundred of that goes to the man himself. The other five hundred comes straight to us, the owners of the outfit.