I'm Just a Gigolo Ch. 01

This is the start of a new piece on a male escort and some of the dates that he went on over the course of a long career. This particular chapter deals with his introduction to the concept of escorts, and an invitation to meet with the head of an escort service. I think that I'll put each chapter in the category where it most fits, so there will be a plethora of categories. This chapter contains oral and regular sex. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial help. This is a copyrighted work. Do not edit, alter, change, or publish my works in any format, including audio, without the authors written permission. © Copyright 2025

I'm Just a Gigolo, Ch 1

Invitation

As I sit here on the eve of my marriage, I wish to tell you that I have lived nearly twenty-five years of my life as a Gigolo, a Male Escort. I'm 45 now, and started when I had just turned 21, a senior in college. I can't tell you every date I ever had, because there were too many to write down, and some were so forgettable as to be lost in the cobwebs of my memory. But there were special ones that I will endeavor to mention for good or ill. First a little about myself.

I was adopted, given up as an infant by a 17 year old girl who'd gotten pregnant in high school. She was nearly a child herself, and too young to tote me around for the rest of her life, so she did what she thought was best for me, and hoped I'd get a good home. I did. My adoptive parents were special. Alvin and Shelly Bancroft, residents of Poughkeepsie, were both aged thirty when they adopted me. Shelly couldn't have children no matter how much she wanted one, and eventually they decided to adopt. I was their first, although they eventually adopted three more.

Like all new parents, they probably made a few mistakes, but when I look back on my childhood, I remember it with nothing but fondness, no matter how I felt at the time. I didn't look much like either of them, since I grew up to be over six feet tall, and they were both shorter. Dad was 5-9 and Mom was 5-4. They were both dark haired, and I was a blonde, but everyone knew I was adopted, so it didn't' make any difference who I looked like. Apparently, my birth parents were both smart, good looking, and athletic, as I did well in class and sports, and I didn't lack for dates in high school or college. I wasn't the best at anything, but I was pretty darn good at most things.

In the beginning of my senior year in college, Queens College, part of City University of New York, or CUNY, I was working towards a business degree and doing all right, mostly As with a few Bs thrown in. I'd broken up with the girlfriend I developed over the summer right before I went back to school, because she was attending a different college in Upstate New York, and didn't want to try to maintain a long distance relationship. I wasn't too broken up about it, as I didn't think she was the one for me either, when I got down to it. More a distraction for the summer, than a long term commitment.

So on this particular Friday night, I was frequenting a club where a lot of the Queens College students danced, drank and found short term fuck buddies. I was looking for one too. I'm not a saint, and never claimed to be, even when I was younger and more naive.

I was at the bar, nursing a drink, surveying the scene, looking for the unattached when a woman nudged my elbow.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

I turned to look at her, and gulped a little. She was not a college student, nor even near college student age, probably not a professor either, as I think I'd remember hearing about one that looked this good. She had to be in her mid-thirties at least, but mother nature had been more than kind. She was a knockout, in mine, or anyone else's estimation, if you cared to ask. She had to be 5-11 in her four inch heels, so 5-7 or so barefoot, dark hair, flawless complexion, ruby red lips, rosy gold eye shadow. Perfectly arched eyebrows, a fucking goddess in my humble opinion.

Being in college, I didn't have a ton of money, hence why I was nursing my drink. At most, I could afford one more before I left.

"I'd love a drink," I said, a little too slowly as she'd almost turned away.

She turned back, a smile on her face. I felt my trouser snake stir, seeing that smile, imagining her lips wrapped around my dick, but getting a little ahead of myself. It was just a drink.

"What will you have?" She asked.

"I can only afford beer so I'm not used to anything else. What would you recommend?"

"Do you like scotch?"

"Don't know."

"Bourbon?"

"Don't know."

"What do you know?"

"A lot about things other than alcohol"

"Are you old enough to drink?"

I held up the beer. "My ID says I am, but my folks weren't big drinkers, so I don't know much about booze, except Dad always said he liked Crown Royal."

"But you never tasted it?"

"Nope."

"Let's get you a Crown Royale then, see if you like it as much as your dad."

"Sounds good to me."

"Two Crowns on the rocks," she told the bartender. "Make it doubles." She waved a fifty at him.

He brought our drinks, and she handed him the fifty and told him to keep the change. Damn, that was close to a twenty dollar tip.

"My name is Alberta, by the way."

"Alberta what?"

"Just Alberta for the moment. Let's see if we want to get past first names later."

"Daniel," I said. I set my drink down and took her right hand and kissed the back of her hand. It didn't have a ring on the ring finger. The left one did, however. I could see the glint of the large rock there. I wasn't sure how much I cared about that.

"Pleased to meet you, Alberta," is what I said.

"Ooh, manners. I like you more and more."

I sipped my drink. Not bad. "Shall we grab a table, or stand at the bar?" I asked.

"A table. My feet are killing me in these heels. Do you dance?"

"I know a few basics, but this isn't really that kind of place. This is more for grabbing an ass and clinging tight while rocking back and forth."

"We'll see how much I want you grabbing my ass later," Alberta laughed. It was a lovely laugh, and I liked it a lot.

We found a table for two and sat down. I held her chair for her. She appreciated that, I could tell. There was another smile and she brushed my hand as I pulled it away from the back of her chair.

"Are you a student?"

"Guilty as charged, Queens College, business major, senior. And what do you do Miss Alberta?"

"Lawyer, here from Philly for a couple depositions in a lawsuit, one today, one Monday."

"Does your husband know you pick up college students?" I had to ask, more fool I.

"I usually get an escort, but he had to cancel due to a stomach virus, so I was at loose ends. Figured I'd try here, see if I could find anyone I liked."

"Did you?"

"So far. I'll tell you how much later." She smiled again. I really dug that smile.

"Your husband doesn't mind you using escorts?"

"He uses them too."

"An open marriage then?"

"I don't know how open it is. We both pretend we don't know what the other is doing. Is that open, or something else."

"Something else, I guess."

"How do you like the Crown?"

"Very good. I could get used to it. Better than my beer."

"Shall we dance?" Alberta asked.

"Love to," I said. I got up and helped her to her feet.

It's time to tell you a little bit more about myself. My parents raised me right. Holding a woman's chair, or a door, or her pocketbook or purse, was second nature to me. Dad always did those things for Mom, and he expected us to do them too. We practiced courtesy in my house. It didn't matter if it was family or a stranger. I'd have to hold the chair for my sisters if I got to the table before them. It was drilled into me from a very young age, and I did it automatically, no matter what. Unless someone told me to back off, I was her boy scout. I could tell Alberta was appreciating all of those skills now, and I was glad I'd learned them. I didn't know where this evening was going, but anything that would get me in between those long, lean legs, was my bread and butter that night.

We danced a couple slow dances. I didn't grab her ass, but held her at the waist and hand, like a dance partner should. It wasn't a waltz, but even if it was just a slide side-to-side, it was a dance with a partner.

That changed when she stepped in close and laid her head on my shoulder, her sterling chest pressed against mine. My hand got in the way, and I put both of them on her back, right at the top of her ass, and a top shelf ass it was.

"Mmm, nice" she said.

I'm sure she could feel my hard cock as close as we were, but I wasn't sure if she was referring to that, or something else, so I just said, "It sure is." It was vague enough to fit anything.

The next slow dance, she put her hands on mine and pushed them down over her ass, so I had a good grip on each cheek. They felt firm, yet soft. A little meat over muscles toned in a gym. Then she ground her pelvis against me, making sure she could feel my cock. It was at that point, I knew I was getting laid, and I didn't care if she was nearly twice my age and married, I wanted it bad.

After that dance, we went back to our table and had a little more to drink.

"Another dance?" I suggested after a fifteen minutes of idle chatting. I wanted to feel that firm chest against mine again.

"I can't, damn it. My feet are killing me. I've been in these high heels all day."

"Put your foot in my lap," I said.

"Foot job?" Alberta said.

"Foot rub," I answered.

She put her right foot in my lap, and I unbuckled the strap on her heel, pulled it off and handed to her, then I rubbed her foot for ten minutes. She was moaning in pleasure. Since it was in my lap, she also felt more of my cock. I figured it wouldn't hurt if she knew how much I desired her. Right now, my desire was iron clad.

"Oh, my God, that feels wonderful," she said. "I'm melting inside right now. I swear you're turning me into a puddle of mush."

"Wonderful, let's see if we can turn that into a puddle of goo. Give me your other foot."

She promptly put her left foot in my lap. I did the same thing with her shoe and pulled it off, handing it to her. If anything, that foot got it better than the first one did. She was practically sliding out of her chair she was so loose.

I set her foot down. "How's that?" I asked. "Better?"

"Much. I want you to come back to my hotel room with me. Will you?"

"Yes. I'd be lying if I said anything else."

"Did you drive?"

"Took the bus."

"I want you to fuck me."

"I was hoping it wasn't to rub your feet some more."

"We'll do more of that as well, but first I want to feel your cock inside of me. The sooner the better."

"Let me finish my drink, and I'm with you all the way."

She smiled again, and we both finished off the Crown. She left her shoes off and walked in her stocking feet out the door, with me slightly behind her, holding her hand, except when I held the door to the club, and the door to her Jaguar. Sliding in, she flashed even more of her leg than I'd seen rubbing her feet. I got in the other seat and she sped off down towards Manhattan, to a DoubleTree Hotel downtown. She had a nice suite on the tenth floor, big king size bed, sitting area, desk with a laptop computer open but off. The comforter was rumpled, probably from putting her stockings on before her deposition.

As soon as we were through the door, she was on me like white on rice, lip locked and tonsil diving. I wanted it too, so I didn't protest. Finally, she pulled back, pulled my dress shirt out of my pants and started unbuttoning buttons.

"Did you play sports?" Alberta asked, running her hand over hard pecs and abs.

"Football, basketball and baseball in high school. Only intramural and pick up games now. Not good enough for big time ball."

"Nice. You've got a great body. Is your dad this handsome?"

"I don't know. I was adopted. I don't look anything like them, nor do my brothers and sisters. We're all different. One of my sisters is black."

"That's unusual." She was working the belt of my pants now, "Please tell me the lump in your pants was real."

Since she had the belt undone, I got the snap and zipper and pushed everything down. Alberta knelt on the floor in front of me and stared at my cock.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. She ran her hand from the base to the tip, and some precum beaded at the slit. Her tongue slid out and scooped it up. I twitched and swelled a bit more.

It's not gargantuan, but if the locker rooms were any indication, I was above average. I estimated seven and a half to eight, somewhat thick, inches. I'd never had any complaints, nor has anyone told me I was too big, so let's say, just right. For Alberta anyway. She wrapped her lips around the head and maybe another inch or two, and gave me some exploratory sucks.

"This beautiful cock needs to go in my pussy now," she said, standing up.

"Not until you're undressed," I replied. "I want to see all of you, and my dick won't penetrate clothes."

She laughed, and as she started unbuttoning her blouse, I went down and unzipped her skirt, tugging on it, sliding it over her hips, revealing lacy black panties, sheer stockings with a garter belt, dressed to seduce, and I was falling under her spell. Her pussy already smelled ripe with her arousal. Being so close to the source, it was easy to scent, and it smelled like a musky perfume, and I suspected she used some in her groin area. I unhooked the belt and rolled the stockings down her legs, and she gave a little shiver as I did.

Her blouse floated to the floor and she had a front clasping bra matching the panties, lace, but semi-sheer, enough to show her hard nipples poking at the front of what looked like C or even D sized cups. The panties were sheer enough to show the little landing strip on her mons. The bra followed the blouse, and her panties followed the skirt, and I was staring at an incredibly beautiful woman. Her pussy was dewy with her arousal, and I lapped a few drops on her cleft. So fucking sexy and so tasty.

I easily picked her up and carried her to the bed. As soon as her back hit, her legs fell open like they were spring loaded.

"I want to taste you," I said.

"Later. We have all night and I want your cock filling me up. Do you have a condom?"

"One in my wallet."

"Take it out, and put it on."

I grabbed my wallet and tossed her the packet. "You put it on."

She smiled again. "It's going to be that way, is it?"

"How bad do you want it."

Alberta laughed. "Desperately."

She sat up, took it out of the foil and unrolled it over my cock. "I love your dick," she said, stroking it down. "You've got at least an inch and a half on my husband, and it's nice and meaty." Cock fully clad, she said, "Fuck me," laying back down again.

I did a plank over her supine body and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her slit to lubricate it, because she had wetness to spare. Each time it touched her clit, she gave a soft whimper. Deeming myself slick enough, I pushed halfway into her pussy. Alberta gasped, then climaxed, clinging to my back and wrapping her legs around my hips.

"I knew you'd feel fantastic," she finally said, her spasms easing. "How much left to go?"

I glanced down between us. "About half."

"Fuck. I don't know if you're the longest dick I ever had, but I think you're the fattest."

I pushed another couple inches in, and her nails scratched my back as she moaned. "Oh, God, that's good."

Giving her a little more, she spasmed again, whimpering in pleasure. I gave her a little more and reached bottom, her fluids beginning to leak over my balls. Now that I was in, I twitched, then started a slow thrusting. The condom was helping, but I knew I wouldn't last too long. I'd been too aroused and it had been too long. It's part of the reason I was going slow, to delay my orgasm. I wanted to be cocooned in her pussy as long as possible.

I managed to hold out for ten more minutes, and another orgasm for her before I couldn't hold out any longer and climaxed, frozen in her body as my dick pulsed what felt like a cup of cum into my condom.

"That was wonderful," Alberta said. "Just what I needed."

"We're not done yet," I said. "You told me we had all night."

"How many more times do you think you have in you?"

"At least three, maybe more. Just looking at you makes my dick hard."

"Any more condoms in that magic wallet of yours."

"Sorry. That was the only one I was carrying, but intercourse isn't all we can do."

"What else did you have in mind?"

"I told you I wanted to taste you."

"By all means, go right ahead." She released my back and splayed out in front of me.

Now there's something else I should tell you about me. I looked at pleasuring a woman the same way I looked at holding her chair or a door. If I wasn't taking care of her, I wasn't doing my job. I don't know if that's what my parents intended when they taught me to be courteous and polite, but that's one of the things I took out of it. Take care of your partner.

When I had sex with a woman, I listened to her; what she said she wanted, and what her body told me she needed. I listened and I learned. I learned every woman wasn't the same, that what some enjoyed, others didn't. What some women liked, other women loved. If you paid attention, you could find out what every woman needed, at that moment, or an hour from now.

I listened and observed, and learned, and I gave Alberta five more powerful orgasms licking her. She loved it. She said she'd never been with anyone who knew her body as well as I seemed to. Each orgasm seemed to be better than the one before, and I wore her out. Not only that, taking the time to please her, gave me the time I needed to recover.

When I crawled up her body, my face a mess of her fluids and she felt my cock knocking at the door once more, she said, "When's the last time you had a physical?"

"Just before school started."

"Have you fucked anyone since the physical?"

"No one."

"Who was the last woman you fucked?"

"My girlfriend, two weeks ago when she broke up with me because we're going to different schools."

"Was she promiscuous?"

"Only with me, and never without a condom."

"Go ahead and take me bare. I need you again right now. I can't wait."

Not one to deny a beautiful woman, I entered her bareback. I'd only fucked bareback twice before, most of the time wearing a condom when I had sex. This was better than those two previous times. Whether it was her previous orgasms, or some other factor, sliding through her folds was like sliding through liquid silk. I could feel the slightest squeeze, the merest tremble, the lightest ripple of her pussy, and I felt them all. It was magic. Thank the Lord I'd cum once already tonight, or I wouldn't have lasted five minutes in her skillful pussy. I managed to hold out for just over fifteen minutes, and she still had three orgasms, enjoying my bare cock as much as I enjoyed her juicy pussy.

She clung to me as I climaxed, as if she didn't want to let me go ever, or at least until my balls were completely drained and nothing but dust would emerge. As much as she enjoyed that, she more than enjoyed when I went down on her and cleaned up after myself.

She orgasmed almost immediately.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she exclaimed, her hips bucking up at my mouth and tongue, "what the fuck are you doing?"

"Do you want to sleep in a wet spot?"

"No, but we could use a towel."

"Then someone would need to get out of bed and get a towel. I don't want to leave the bed, do you?"

"Well, no. I've never had anyone do that before, lick his cum out of my pussy."

"Have you ever given a blow job to anyone?"

"Of course."

"Did they expect you to swallow your cum?"

"They were disappointed if I didn't."

"In other words, they expected you to swallow what they wouldn't?"

She laughed. "Those heathens."

"I've never sucked a dick, so I don't know what semen tastes like all by itself, but I definitely like it mixed with your pussy juice. I think it's delicious. Would you like a taste?"

"Why not? It can't be any worse than some of the cum I've swallowed."

I pushed a couple of fingers inside of her cum soaked pussy, finger fucked her to another orgasm, then fed my fingers to her.

"What do you think? Not bad, right?"

"Better than I expected," she laughed.

I finished cleaning her up, then spent some time kissing her, sharing our flavors again. Alberta didn't seem to mind.

"Can you spend the night?"

"Saturday night too, if you want. I'll have to study on Sunday, but I'd love spending the next thirty-six hours in your bed."

"You're spoiling me."

"Don't you deserve to be spoiled?"

"My husband doesn't think so."

"His loss. I can't believe he lets you out of his sight."

"You're so sweet."

"You're so fucking lovely. I've never been with anyone as pretty as you are."

"My tits are store bought."

"I don't care. I'll bet they were perfect the way they were. Why'd you enlarge them?"

"For my husband."

"And he still doesn't appreciate them? What is wrong with him?"

"I don't know. Nineteen years of marriage maybe?"

"You got married when you were sixteen?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"Thirty-five, maybe six at the most."

"Damn, you know how to make me feel good. Forty. Forty last month."

"If I call you well preserved, do I get a slap on the face?"

"Not from me. I'll take well preserved since it came with a guess of five years younger than I am."

"Do you have children?"

"One, a daughter. She just started college?"

"Here?"

"Yale."

"She must be smart."

"I think she's brilliant, but I'm prejudiced."

"She going to law school?"

"She doesn't know yet what she wants to do. She's unsettled, drifting a little."

"Going to be hard for her to drift at Yale."

"I thought she should take a year, but my husband disagreed, and I lost the argument."

"I don't think I want to hear any more about your husband. I think I'd like to pretend you're single so I don't feel so shitty for boinking a married woman."

"Even a husband who is probably balls deep in some other woman's pussy right now?"

"Two wrongs don't make a right."

She smiled again. "Not another word about him. Just don't ask any questions where he might have to appear in the picture."

"Great. Want to fuck again?"

"You're kidding?"

I put her hand on my cock.

"Be still my beating heart. You up for doggy?"

"I'm up for whatever gets my prick in your pussy. I've never been in one I enjoyed more."

I lasted a little longer this time, much to our mutual pleasure, then we fell asleep after I cleaned up after myself.

*****

I woke Alberta up the following morning by licking her pussy. It took about five or so minutes for the pleasurable sensations coming from her nether reasons to penetrate the fog of sleep, but when it did, she rolled over on her back and spread her legs to really enjoy it.

After a couple orgasms, she pulled me up and told me to fuck her. This time, I put her legs over my arms, bending her quite nicely and proving she still maintained flexibility, completely open for the long, slow, deep fucking I gave her. She softly cried out each time she climaxed, her largest orgasm coming as I emptied myself into her.

I was still deep inside of her, but shrinking, when she said. "Maxwell."

"What?"

"Alberta Maxwell, my name."

"Bancroft," I said.

"Like the actress?"

"Yes, but no relation."

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Bancroft."

I kissed her. "It's been great making your acquaintance, Alberta. I've enjoyed every moment I've spent with you."

This time, when I started cleaning her up, she had me swap ends and she cleaned me off as well. We took a shower together and ordered breakfast from room service. Another slow, lazy bout of sex followed the food. Except for the robes we wore when they brought our breakfast, we'd pretty much been naked the whole time we'd been in her room, and her current nudity still stirred me.

When I reached for her again, she said, "Not quite yet. Hold that thought, but my pussy is a little sore. It's not used to so much action."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It's a pleasant soreness at the moment. More, and it might become unpleasant, and I don't want that to happen. I need to make a phone call."

"Do you need privacy?"

"No, the call concerns you. I'd like you to hear."

She called a number stored in her phone. "Julie, this is Alberta." "Don't worry about it. Illness can't be helped. How much do you get for your best escorts." "Two hundred an hour, a thousand a night, three thousand a weekend, ten thousand a week, got it. Not bad, I've got a young guy with me who should get three hundred an hour." "Because I've had your two hundred an hour escorts, and he's better." "He's smart, built, good looking, has excellent manners and knows how to converse, has a nice fat cock and knows what to do with it." "He's young, but wise in the ways of a woman." "Twenty-one." "Then meet him. What have you got to lose?" "The Heart Ball at eight, the Ritz. Black Tie, dress appropriately, got it." "We'll be there."

She hung up. "What the hell were you talking about?" I asked.

"You should be a male escort. That was a woman who runs the escort service I normally use in New York, the one who was providing me with the gent who got the stomach virus, which worked out very well for me. She wants to meet you tonight. Big to-do, so we have to get you a tux."

"I can't afford a tux."

"I can. You're getting a tux. Get dressed. We're going shopping, then we'll have supper, meet her at the ball, dance, drink, socialize. By that time, I should be ready to fuck again, so you'll spend another night with me, then we'll say goodbye when you have to leave to study. Capiche?"

"Well, the fucking part sounds fun."

"It will all be fun, trust me. You know what to do. I've seen you in action. Just be your normal charming self, and you'll be fine."

We went to a men's store in Manhattan and Alberta bought me a $2000 dollar tux, dress shirt, shoes, socks, bow tie, silk boxers, the works. She didn't think my Timex watch set the right image, so she also purchased a Bulova. I swear, she spent at least three and a half grand on me. I had to admit that when she was done, I looked pretty spiffy. I still looked young, but nothing like a Queens College student. She also got herself a floor length gown, which she said she'd need tonight.

We had lunch, then we spent the rest of the afternoon at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. She frequently asked my opinion of some of the exhibits and pieces on display, and I gave them to her. I didn't realize it at the time, but she was evaluating me for my ability to mix with the upper crust of society, the depths of my knowledge about diverse topics, and my skills as a conversationalist. Not knowing, I was relaxed and fairly confident. My education hadn't lacked in any major areas, so I felt willing to express myself on a number of different subjects, from the art we were looking at, to politics, economics, sports, current events, societal issues and the like. I also paid attention to her opinions, as I assumed they mattered as much as mine. I frequently made her laugh, because honestly, I liked hearing her laugh. We eventually returned to our hotel, but just to shower, change and get ready to go out again.

At 5:30, we walked to the Ritz for supper, and I was dressed in my new finery. I'm sure most of the clientele were surprised to see the handsome and expensively dressed young man with the obviously older woman, but no one said a word. Perhaps they thought I was her son, although we looked nothing alike. Or maybe, it was New York and no one gave a fuck. Just like last night, I held the doors, her chair and whatever else I could to show her I was the attentive gentleman she thought I was.

"Don't eat too heavily," she said. "We're dancing again tonight, and since I wasn't wearing heels all day, I expect you to show me the good stuff."

"As you wish, my lady."

We had a delightful meal, and I had the fish so I'd feel lighter, and another Crown Royal, but only one.

The Heart Ball was in the ballroom, and after our meal, I took Alberta's hand and we meandered to there where Julie had arranged for two tickets. The upper crust of New York society was well represented. As a business major I recognized two of the titans of finance, William Thornhill and Joshua Greenbriar. I also recognized a dozen stars of the stage and screen and a half dozen sports figures. Being from Philly, Alberta might not have recognized as many as I did, except for the TV and movie stars, but I tried not to trip over my tongue when I saw one.

It was far more glamorous than anything I'd ever attended, or even seen, but because of my new clothes, I seemed to fit in. No one asked me what the hell I was doing there, or even why I was with a woman twice my age, although if anything, Alberta looked younger tonight than last night. We mingled for a bit, but eventually, Alberta saw who she was looking for and she steered me to a table with three other couples sitting at it. The men stood as we, or more properly, Alberta approached.

"Daniel, I'd like you to meet Julie Myers, and her husband, Greg. This is my young man this evening. Daniel Bancroft."

"Pleased to meet you this evening," I said, sticking my hand out to Greg, who took it in a firm but not hard grip. Julie handed me her hand and I kissed her knuckles like I had Alberta's last night. Greg was slightly shorter than I was, maybe six-two, around fifty or so, and a little on the heavier side, although not fat. Julie was around the same age, I guessed, but I didn't want to guess wrong and piss her off. She did look very nice, in a no-nonsense, perhaps patrician way.

"Julie, a pleasure."

Greg introduced the other two couples, Ann and Frank Sothern, and Tina and Leonard Kraft. I did the same with all of them, a handshake for the men, a slight bow over the woman's hand.

I then held Alberta's chair so she could sit down. She put her hand on my arm and thanked me for my manners.

"What do you do, Daniel?" Greg asked.

"I'm a student at Queens College."

"How did you meet Alberta."

"She offered to buy me a drink last night. I'm poor, and couldn't refuse such a kind offer, so I took her up on it."

"You don't know her well then?" Frank said.

"Not too well, no."

"Why do you think she invited you to the ball tonight?" Leonard asked.

I knew it would be a major faux pas if I said she liked the way I pounded her pussy, so I smiled and said, "I hope it's because she trusts me not to make a fool of myself and I told her I know how to dance a little. That is what we're all here for, right?"

Alberta and Julie both smiled, and I guessed they were my target audience tonight. Alberta because I was still looking forward to being between her thighs later, and Julie, because I'd been brought here to meet her.

They brought some champagne around, and everyone got a glass. I took a sip. Good stuff, like the Crown.

"What are you studying?" Ann asked.

"Business and finance," I said.

"Not sports? You're quite well built," Tina said.

"I played in high school and I still work out and play pick up games, but Queens is not known for its intercollegiate sports program. I wasn't going to go anywhere sports wise, so decided to concentrate on academics."

"What are your grades like?" Leonard asked.

"Mostly As, with a few Bs sprinkled in."

"Where are you from?" Frank asked. "Would we know your family?"

"Unlikely, and Poughkeepsie."

The band started warming up. I held my hand out to Alberta. "A dance, my lady? This is why we're here, isn't it?"

"It is, thank you."

I helped her from her chair, leading her out to the dance floor, which was starting to fill up. I held her properly since we had witnesses. I figured I'd follow her lead for how much or little to say to the others.

I know three dance steps pretty well, a waltz, a foxtrot, and a jitterbug swing. The waltz and foxtrot were good dances for ballroom dancing, and you could get by with just those two unless they went into latin music. Jitterbug or swing, the type of dancing they used to do at sock hops, worked for most rock and roll music, so I had standards for most of the dances I'd ever planned to attend. What they were playing now went good with the foxtrot, with an occasional waltz thrown in. A lot of the old standards from the thirties and forties with some Viennese waltz music thrown in.

"Listen up, stud," Alberta said. "I want you to ask each of the ladies to dance tonight. I don't know the Sotherns or the Krafts, but I know most women love to dance, and the men aren't always up for it, so step up and help show them a good time. I particularly want you dancing with Julie. She's checking you out. Treat her like you treated me yesterday. Play it all up. Let her know all you have to offer. Don't grab her ass in front of Greg, but let her feel your dick a little by holding her a little close when it seems appropriate. Don't drink a lot of the champagne. Show some class and restraint."

"Does Greg know Julie runs an escort service?"

"I don't know what he knows. I've never discussed it with Julie, but don't mention anything that might open that door in case he doesn't. My guess is, she'll want to take you out next weekend to see more, maybe a dinner or a play. Show her you're a good guy, and you can make some big bucks."

"Do I offer sexual services, and what do I charge?"

"You never, ever, offer sexual services, and you never even hint that sex is what a woman is paying for. That's illegal in 49 of the 50 states. You're being paid for your time, your company, conversation, companionship, whatever, but not sex. If you do have sex with a client, it's free, although, most clients know that they should tip you a tidy sum for any sex you do provide, but you don't even hint that you're expecting a tip. It's not uncommon for an undercover officer to use an escort service to see if it's really a prostitution ring. If you don't talk about sex and money, you can't be charged with prostitution. Some of the clients won't even want sex, for whatever reason. You may not want sex for some reason. It's not guaranteed on a date, but the more you do, the more money you'll earn. Just decide if that's something you're willing to offer, and if it happens, it happens. If someone is cheap, don't date them again. Julie can give you the particulars if she offers you a job. Right now, just show you can mix with anyone."

"How much are we talking about?"

"Her best escorts are getting $200 an hour, a thousand a night, three thousand for a whole weekend, and ten thousand for a week. I think you can do better, because I've been with some of the others. You pay Julie a percentage for her services setting you up with dates, and you keep the rest. Pay taxes on it. You're providing a legitimate service."

"What if I want a job in my college field?"

"You can always quit when you want, but you could do this every Friday and Saturday your senior year and end up with a really nice nest egg. Since your services will be more than most people can afford, you'll be dating rich women. If you listen to them, you might hear things that will make you money. Pillow talk is real. It may only be a hint, or rumor, but you can put that business degree to use investing your money. Some of the full time escorts are making over a hundred grand a year. I've asked. Most of their meals, their vacations, their trips, cruises and entertainment are paid for by their clients. If you do decide to provide sexual services, you'll have a wide variety of sexual partners, bringing different skills to the bedroom. Instead of paying for a date with a girl, they'll be paying you for their dates. It offers a lot of potential benefits."

"And you really think I can do this?"

"You're charming, educated, can talk on any subject I ran by you this afternoon, and you're the best fuck I've ever had. You should make a mint. You're twice as good as the man I was going to pay for, and I asked for him by name."

"You're going to give me a swelled head."

"What I want later is a swelled cock. I don't care about your head."

I laughed and held her a little closer. Damn. I was just looking for a lay last night, and I might have found a career by accident.

*****

I did as Alberta suggested, dancing with each of the other women at least three times. I asked the permission of their husband's each time I danced with a wife, and tried my best to show them a good time. I thanked them for dancing with me, held their chairs when I returned them. Offered to get more champagne, pretty much anything to ingratiate myself with the three couples. Julie, who I danced with six times, I was impeccably polite to and mannered with her and her husband, and made sure that at one point, when there were lots of people between us and our table, I held her close enough, for about thirty seconds, that she could feel my package straining against my pants. I didn't say anything, didn't point it out, or make a big deal about it, just let her feel all of it.

I knew I was hard, because I'd been grinding against Alberta the dance before, so I'd have something for Julie to feel. When I took her back to our table, I saw Julie glancing at my groin to see if I was still erect, (I was) and if she could tell anymore about it than what she'd felt, (probably not, as it was pretty dark and I sat down quickly to hide the evidence.)

I'd been dancing almost non-stop since the band began playing, only getting through one glass of champagne myself. Around ten, Alberta said she wanted to get to bed, so she wrote a check to Julie for our tickets to the ball and we left, immediately stripping and fucking as soon as we got to our room. Around 11:30, Alberta got a text from Julie asking for my phone number and asking to meet me next Friday night at Tavern on the Green at seven. I gave Alberta my information and agreed to meet Julie at the time and place she requested. Alberta gave her the information. It was the first step towards my becoming a gigolo.

*****

Alberta and I had sex again in the morning, then I gave her a back rub and a foot rub. By the time I finished those, she wanted to be fucked again in the worst way, and since it was our last time together, I spent over an hour giving her the very best that I could. She loved it.

She asked if I needed a ride back to Queens, and I told her I'd take the subway. Before I left, she gave me a thousand cash.

"You don't have to do that. You bought me all those clothes and this watch," I said, holding it up.

"I know, but I wanted to be the first person who paid you in your new career, and I want you to know that you were worth every penny. Half of the stuff you did, you didn't have to do, but did it because it's just the kind of person you are. I have no doubt that if I want to see you again in the future, I'll need to book you weeks in advance, you'll be that much in demand. I hope to see you many, many more times. I'll need to travel through New York often to see my daughter in college, and you can be sure, I'll stop here often on the way to or from, plus business brings me here five of six times a year. I'll want to see you as much as possible, you've given me so much joy and pleasure.

I kissed her and said goodbye and wished I could have spent another night with her.

*****

Alberta was right. I did great in my new profession, and she did end up having to book me weeks in advance, but given the choice, I chose to spend my time with her. We saw each other frequently while her daughter attended Yale, and I continued seeing her right up to about a year ago. Why I stopped seeing her is another story, one that will only become clear when I reach the end of my tale. And no, it wasn't because she died, or her husband found out and raised a stink. In fact, they got divorced five years after I met her, having very little in common anymore, nor spending much time together, in bed or out. Alberta married a second time, three years after her divorce, and before they married, she told her second husband about me and that she didn't intend to stop seeing me. She gave him the same latitude to have some on the side, and so he tolerated my presence in her life, since by the time she married him, it was only five or six times a year, and rarely interfered in their marriage.

Next up, is my date and interview with Julie, and how I became an escort for real.