R Nitelight: Male Prostitute

[R Nitelight]

OOC: R Nitelight. 37 years old. 5'6', 150 pounds. Thinning dirty blonde hair. Moustache and beard.


IC:
It was my first night on the strip, and I was a little nervous. I felt vulnerable, standing on a street corner dressed in only a pair of skin-tight red short-shorts, a sleeveless black mesh shirt, and a new pair of Nikes. It was a slutty outfit, I knew, but in my new line of work it paid to display the goods.
I was a damn good looking man, and the customers knew it. They kept pulling over in droves, shouting crude come-ons and propositioning me, offering me huge amounts of cash for the most basic sex acts. I could have made a fortune.
Unfortunately, they were all men, and I didn't happen to serve that particular clientele -- not that there's anything wrong with it.... It soon became apparent that I was working in the wrong neighborhood. I got on the bus and looked for some fresh unclaimed turf. There had to be a place where the ladies went out cruising for a little loving, and didn't care how much it cost....

 

[Guest]

Absently viewing the sites of this strange city, I glanced at my watch. It was still early, and I had a couple of hours to kill before the boring banquet was to begin. My driver had agreed to show me the city.

Cruising the streets slowly, I spot him stepping out of the bus. He looked a bit anxious, and an idea crossed my mind. Perhaps I should take a male guest. That imprudent Phillipe would surely impose his attentions apon me if I were to attend it alone. But if I were attended to by a handsome young man, but not too young, perhaps Phillipe would get the picture, and remain at a distance.

I continued my gaze as we passed him slowly. Sizing him up, I decided he would look quite handsome in a formal Tux. Yes, I thought as my plan took form. A good idea indeed.

"Turn around, and pull over there." I instructed the driver, pointing near where the young man was standing. He readily complied, and I rolled down my window.

"Excuse me, young man." I say to him. From a distance, he looked to be in his late 20's, or early 30's. Upon closer inspection, I was delighted to note he must have been a bit older. Perfect, I thought, as I licked my lips. He would fit perfectly in my plan.

 

[R Nitelight]

R Nitelight

I had stepped off the bus and walked no more than ten steps when the limo pulled up beside me. The window rolled down and a woman's voice called me over. I sucked in my gut and strolled over to the car, walking slowly and swinging my hips from side to side -- giving the jane in the back seat an eyeful. Placing my hands on the roof of the car, I leaned in and said, "Hey, gorgeous. Wanna party?"