Chapter 83 Being A Gigolo

• I finished wearing the koala suit and stood in front of the mirror to check it out. I looked ridiculous in the outfit, and I felt the morning breeze coming into contact with the skin of my penis. It was refreshing and embarrassing at the same time. I got my phone from the bed and headed downstairs. I grabbed my dick as I walked down the stairs in the stupid suit. My eyes flared as I saw the queen standing in the middle of the living room with Dave; they were both chatting. My face heated up as I sauntered over to them and cleared my throat. Ashley slowly turned to look at me, her eyes resting on the hand I had used to cover my dick. She groaned softly and pulled my hand away from my dick. "Why are you hiding your dick? I have seen it a lot of times, haven’t I?" She said in a flirtatious tone and moved closer to me, biting her lower lip seductively, and I found myself being hypnotized by her for a second. She leaned in and nibbled on my ear. Giving me goosebumps all over my body. What is she doing? "I have been having wet dreams about your cock lately." She whispered in my ear, making me shiver. I took a step away from her. She chuckled, she was different from the monster that whipped me the other night, and her eyes weren’t red anymore, which meant she was back to her senses. Dave snickered, smiling at me. Ashley snapped her fingers, and a maid walked over to me, carrying a sandwich on a tray. "Here is your breakfast, sir," she said, extending the tray to me. I gulped and took the sandwich from the tray, the maid bowed slightly and went away. I stared at the sandwich and was about to take a bite when Ashley’s voice stopped me. "You have two seconds to finish that sandwich, you have to make me money, you can’t keep customers waiting," she stated. I ignored her and slowly took the first bite, taking my time to chew the sandwich. I was about to take another bite when she kicked the sandwich out of my hand with her right foot and crushed it on the floor. "Breakfast time is over, now go and work." She said, folding her hand across her chest with a serious face. I clenched my fist in anger and turned my gaze to her assistant. Who walked up to me and grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the living room with him. "Make sure you satisfy the clients." The bitch said again. I followed Dave out of the mansion and got into his car. He started the car without saying anything and drove out of the mansion. "Why are you always doing everything that bitch says?" I asked him. "Who are you calling a bitch?" He questioned. "Your boss, obviously." I responded and got a punch on the nose that almost broke my nose. "Ouch! Man, you don’t have to hit me so hard, you are driving." I lamented, clutching my nose in pain. "You can insult her in your mind, but don’t do it close to me. I don’t tolerate anyone insulting my queen." He muttered. Why am I trying to reason with a man who has already sold his soul to her? I stroked my nose and decided to mind my own business; the injuries on my body were already enough. ***** I stood with Dave as we watched a security guard open the door of a mansion for us. "Go in." The security guard said, staring back at us. I elbowed Dave. "Go in first," I said. His lips curled into a sneer. "I am not going in with you, you are the male whore." He said and started walking back to the parking lot. I turned back to look at him. "Hey! Man, you can’t just leave me here!" I shouted. "Are you coming in or not?" the security guard interrupted. I forced a smile and waved my hand. "No, I am not going in." I replied and attempted to walk away when he grasped my hand and pulled me to him, pushing me into the mansion and locking the door on the outside. I rested my back against the door as the sound of loud music filled my ears. While I was at the door, I was sure I didn’t hear any music. My eyes landed on three women in their late thirties. They were all sitting around a table filled with drinks and food in the middle of the big living room. Two of them were dark-haired, while one was blonde, and they looked like single mothers. I thought I was going to sell myself to only one woman, but I had to please three women. "Shit! Let me out of here!" I yelled and pounded on the main door. "It’s no use, boy, come to us." I heard one of the women’s voices. I jerked my head to look at them and saw the blonde calling me with her fingers while holding a glass of beer in her other hand. "Are you nervous?" another one asked. "You don’t need to be, come to us, and we will treat you right. I am Claudia." The blonde introduced herself. "This is my housewarming party, and these are my friends. We are not going to hurt you." She assured me and started taking a few steps toward me, her stiletto heels clicking on the floor. "Stay away from me," I stated. "Don’t be scared," she said. "Maybe he is a newbie." Another woman commented, and before I knew it, Claudia was already standing in front of me. She lifted my chin with her slender fingers, looking into my eyes. "He is handsome, and he has all the qualities we need," she said, narrowing her eyes at me. "But why are there bruises all over your body?" She asked, blinking her eyes. I huffed without answering her. She grinned and turned back to look at the other women. "Let’s eat him up!" She declared and tossed the glass of beer to the floor, taking off the white jacket she was wearing in a hurry.