CandiCame
Rocket Grunt
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Hey, some folk on here have said that they wanted to hear some of my stories from when I used to be an escort- so I wrote one down; the one where I decided to quit that job- and I was hoping that someone would be willing to edit it for me. Right now I haven't changed anything- not the names, the places, or the drugs or any of the embarassing shit I did like begging and totally freaking out and getting my ass kicked. Don't know what to edit- never was good at making up names, so I just wrote down what happened...
So yeah, I would really appreciate any help I could get!
Thanks!
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So, I was dressed as Sailor Moon. I had made the costume myself, as well as a Tuxedo Mask- the one I had wanted to wear- but hits on the pictures on my profile; the ones that I uploaded with every costume I had ever made, showed my audience had a far greater affinity for this one. On this particular night, I was dressed as Sailor Moon, because I was working as a model for a company trying to sign a video game advertising contact- what the fuck that had to do with Sailor Moon was beyond me- I think that the client just picked something that reminded him of Japan.
I had a corset under the outfit pinning my sides into a more feminine shape- my dark hair pulled under my wig (that would have looked fine, had I been allowed to go as Tuxedo Mask) and my cock tucked via techniques I had learned from Ru Paul's Drag Race. I had one of my lady friends do my make-up; she was as obsessed with Serena as I was, and did a wonderful job- she also did some of the adjustments on my wig.
So... it's not really cross-dressing if it's cosplay, right? That was the assumption I was working on- especially having seen to many female Marths, Links, and even the Mighty Monarch- and far to many male Feys, Asukas, and, that's right, Sailor Scouts, to harbor many fears anymore. It wasn't my first con, or my first night with the agency.
I wasn't the only model there, but it was such an eclectic crowd. I should've gone as Link. Link would have made sense. Sailor Moon made no sense at all- but neither did half the characters he had hired- Ikari, Spike, Vash, and a few game staples, the Street Fighter 2 crowd, the obligatory Team Rocket (fuck, I coulda done James to) but he got his contract. As we were leaving, my bodyguard, aptly named Pierce, called me to the side.
“You wanna make some extra cash, V?” he asked, snickered out the side of his mouth and added, “You look so cute in a mini-skirt. Really caught the show, to- SS, right?”
“Yeah, actually. Didn't know you watched.” I smiled up at him- he was a good head taller then I was an at least 3 times as wide; all muscle. He would have been perfect for Jet- or Gannondorf.
“Anyway- $300 an hour. Same guy.” he motioned his head toward the man who had paid us for the model gig.
“$300 an hour?” I asked, skeptical, “What do I have to do?”
“Guy seems lonely. I told him that you don't do anal- which is a crime, by-the-way- in that tiny skirt; he said that he'd give you the $300 I asked for just to dance, cuddle, and maybe give head. Might get head- I don't know. I'm always amazed how many of these guys just want to suck someone off. That's not hard to do without having to pay for it... Might be hard to get a cute little guy in cosplay, though.” he shrugged his shoulders then, looking at the table added, “They never have any vegan shit at these things. How many models do you think are vegetarians?”
“Tell him,” I blushed, like I always did when I accepted a job, “That I'll do it, I guess. You'll be waiting on me, right?”
“I'll have the phone in my hand.” he smiled, then added, “Because I'll be watching Trigun.”
He moved to speak with the man- Pierce was right, he should be able to suck cock without having to pay for it- he didn't look bad for a guy his age- not in great shape, but not bad. He wasn't terribly overweight, like a lot of guys, his hair was beginning to gray, but in that dignified way, around the temples, and the lines on his face were etched with precision, obviously a businessman. Guy probably had a wife- back wherever he came from, and just didn't want to admit that he wanted cock- wanted someone he would never see again.
I sighed- this was before I was able to even admit to myself that I liked giving head- it was an ordeal every time; but I really needed the money- my parents... I had no desire to stay in that situation, as I pulled the glove back over the shrapnel in my arm- I was saving for a tattoo to cover it- but those trigger-happy motherfuckers had no place in my life- weren't an option, so I was on my own, 18- no skills, no experience, and a month left before school started back- probably two months before I got any financial aid. I needed the fucking money.
Pierce came back, put an arm around me, and sat down to eat.
“Alright, V, you ready?” he asked.
“Whatever- let's just get it over with.”
“I'll be right behind you. Keep your phone on you.” He warned.
“This guy looks harmless.” I shrugged, “I'm young and fast- he wouldn't stand a chance.”
Pierce laughed, “Yeah, but you're little. And so fucking cute. And you won't do anal.”
“I'm not gay,” I shrugged my shoulders.
“You're dressed like Sailor Moon.”
I shrugged again. Whatever.
The man joined us.
“Nice work,” he smiled, at Pierce, then at me, “So, what did you say your name was?”
“I'm Vince,” I replied, smiling.
“Your drag name, honey,” Pierce rolled his eyes at me.
“Oh,” I did the animie, put an arm behind my head thing, “I've been going by Candi.”
“You made this yourself?” He asked.
“Yeah, I make all my costumes myself,” I smiled that fake smile, hidden behind the mask the make-up always created, psychologically for me, “I love the show- especially Tuxedo Mask- loved the games, the comics. I think that most cosplayers make their own shit.”
“Yeah, I do,” Pierce replied.
“Well,” the gentleman pressed, putting a hand on my knee under the table, “It looks amazing. My name is John.”
I rolled my eyes without thinking about it.
“No joke,” he smiled.
“That's pretty awesome,” I laughed- it was- it might've been his real name for all I knew, “You're not from here, are ya'?”
“hm?” he asked.
“You've got no draw- a norther accent.” I moved to face him- he slid his hand farther up my thigh.
“Oh, no- I'm not. I was just here to talk with the city- my ad firm is actually up north;” he told me where, but I forgot as quickly- I needed the money. I needed to pay for my apartment... and as embarrassed as I am to admit it, I needed to get some L10s and some alcohol; not necessarily in that order.
We made small talk as we ate, and when we pulled out, it was nice to look behind and see Pierce following us in his big black pick-up. He was actually staying at a nice hotel, but most of them usually did. Pierce parked, discretely, and John didn't seem to notice him- there were a million other trucks exactly like that one, all over the town. Why single out one of them?
So yeah, I would really appreciate any help I could get!
Thanks!
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exerpt:
So, I was dressed as Sailor Moon. I had made the costume myself, as well as a Tuxedo Mask- the one I had wanted to wear- but hits on the pictures on my profile; the ones that I uploaded with every costume I had ever made, showed my audience had a far greater affinity for this one. On this particular night, I was dressed as Sailor Moon, because I was working as a model for a company trying to sign a video game advertising contact- what the fuck that had to do with Sailor Moon was beyond me- I think that the client just picked something that reminded him of Japan.
I had a corset under the outfit pinning my sides into a more feminine shape- my dark hair pulled under my wig (that would have looked fine, had I been allowed to go as Tuxedo Mask) and my cock tucked via techniques I had learned from Ru Paul's Drag Race. I had one of my lady friends do my make-up; she was as obsessed with Serena as I was, and did a wonderful job- she also did some of the adjustments on my wig.
So... it's not really cross-dressing if it's cosplay, right? That was the assumption I was working on- especially having seen to many female Marths, Links, and even the Mighty Monarch- and far to many male Feys, Asukas, and, that's right, Sailor Scouts, to harbor many fears anymore. It wasn't my first con, or my first night with the agency.
I wasn't the only model there, but it was such an eclectic crowd. I should've gone as Link. Link would have made sense. Sailor Moon made no sense at all- but neither did half the characters he had hired- Ikari, Spike, Vash, and a few game staples, the Street Fighter 2 crowd, the obligatory Team Rocket (fuck, I coulda done James to) but he got his contract. As we were leaving, my bodyguard, aptly named Pierce, called me to the side.
“You wanna make some extra cash, V?” he asked, snickered out the side of his mouth and added, “You look so cute in a mini-skirt. Really caught the show, to- SS, right?”
“Yeah, actually. Didn't know you watched.” I smiled up at him- he was a good head taller then I was an at least 3 times as wide; all muscle. He would have been perfect for Jet- or Gannondorf.
“Anyway- $300 an hour. Same guy.” he motioned his head toward the man who had paid us for the model gig.
“$300 an hour?” I asked, skeptical, “What do I have to do?”
“Guy seems lonely. I told him that you don't do anal- which is a crime, by-the-way- in that tiny skirt; he said that he'd give you the $300 I asked for just to dance, cuddle, and maybe give head. Might get head- I don't know. I'm always amazed how many of these guys just want to suck someone off. That's not hard to do without having to pay for it... Might be hard to get a cute little guy in cosplay, though.” he shrugged his shoulders then, looking at the table added, “They never have any vegan shit at these things. How many models do you think are vegetarians?”
“Tell him,” I blushed, like I always did when I accepted a job, “That I'll do it, I guess. You'll be waiting on me, right?”
“I'll have the phone in my hand.” he smiled, then added, “Because I'll be watching Trigun.”
He moved to speak with the man- Pierce was right, he should be able to suck cock without having to pay for it- he didn't look bad for a guy his age- not in great shape, but not bad. He wasn't terribly overweight, like a lot of guys, his hair was beginning to gray, but in that dignified way, around the temples, and the lines on his face were etched with precision, obviously a businessman. Guy probably had a wife- back wherever he came from, and just didn't want to admit that he wanted cock- wanted someone he would never see again.
I sighed- this was before I was able to even admit to myself that I liked giving head- it was an ordeal every time; but I really needed the money- my parents... I had no desire to stay in that situation, as I pulled the glove back over the shrapnel in my arm- I was saving for a tattoo to cover it- but those trigger-happy motherfuckers had no place in my life- weren't an option, so I was on my own, 18- no skills, no experience, and a month left before school started back- probably two months before I got any financial aid. I needed the fucking money.
Pierce came back, put an arm around me, and sat down to eat.
“Alright, V, you ready?” he asked.
“Whatever- let's just get it over with.”
“I'll be right behind you. Keep your phone on you.” He warned.
“This guy looks harmless.” I shrugged, “I'm young and fast- he wouldn't stand a chance.”
Pierce laughed, “Yeah, but you're little. And so fucking cute. And you won't do anal.”
“I'm not gay,” I shrugged my shoulders.
“You're dressed like Sailor Moon.”
I shrugged again. Whatever.
The man joined us.
“Nice work,” he smiled, at Pierce, then at me, “So, what did you say your name was?”
“I'm Vince,” I replied, smiling.
“Your drag name, honey,” Pierce rolled his eyes at me.
“Oh,” I did the animie, put an arm behind my head thing, “I've been going by Candi.”
“You made this yourself?” He asked.
“Yeah, I make all my costumes myself,” I smiled that fake smile, hidden behind the mask the make-up always created, psychologically for me, “I love the show- especially Tuxedo Mask- loved the games, the comics. I think that most cosplayers make their own shit.”
“Yeah, I do,” Pierce replied.
“Well,” the gentleman pressed, putting a hand on my knee under the table, “It looks amazing. My name is John.”
I rolled my eyes without thinking about it.
“No joke,” he smiled.
“That's pretty awesome,” I laughed- it was- it might've been his real name for all I knew, “You're not from here, are ya'?”
“hm?” he asked.
“You've got no draw- a norther accent.” I moved to face him- he slid his hand farther up my thigh.
“Oh, no- I'm not. I was just here to talk with the city- my ad firm is actually up north;” he told me where, but I forgot as quickly- I needed the money. I needed to pay for my apartment... and as embarrassed as I am to admit it, I needed to get some L10s and some alcohol; not necessarily in that order.
We made small talk as we ate, and when we pulled out, it was nice to look behind and see Pierce following us in his big black pick-up. He was actually staying at a nice hotel, but most of them usually did. Pierce parked, discretely, and John didn't seem to notice him- there were a million other trucks exactly like that one, all over the town. Why single out one of them?
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