Chapter 23

Jasmine continues, “In doing some research, I’ve learned male escorts can, in fact, do very well for themselves, but you must expect to work hard at it, often harder than a female escort. The simple reason is that male clients tend to be easier to please, they just want to go straight to the sex. Female clients prefer to be wined, dined, and warmed up before they will even think about getting into bed. Get rid of any notions that it’ll be as simple as dropping your drawers and having clients flock to your pecker.” Daisy raises her hand indicating she would. Jasmine waves her off with a laugh, “You be quiet, missy, that’s not helping.”

Focusing her attention on me again, she explains, “When it comes to female clients, you must be ready for all ages and demographics. Older clients will likely be looking for plenty of adoration, especially if they’re past their prime. This is where you must really shine. If you can make frumpy Ms. Plain Jane feel like a gorgeous goddess, I guarantee she’ll request further dates with you. Repeat dates will be your bread and butter while we build up a strong female client base.”

“How will you get clients for Will?” Daisy asks.

“Starting out will be slow and, as I said, a learning process, not only for Will but me as well. I’ll put the word out in my business networks that we’re now offering a male option, no offense, Will, I know that sounds so product-based.”

“None taken,” I smile.

“Another point I want to make is just because Tom and Angie may think you’re a golden sex god and your cum tastes like ambrosia from the heavens, don’t expect everyone to share this lofty opinion. In other words, keep your head about you, stay grounded, and, as nice as such reviews are, take flattery for what it is and avoid letting it inflate your ego.”

“Got it,” I thumbs-up. “Can I ask how the pay scale works?”

“Yes, I was just getting to that. The base rates for my girls are $500 an hour. With additional activities that clients typically request, such as bareback sex, oral, anal, etc. we’re looking at an upper average of $800 to $1000 an hour. The split is 40/60, 40% to the agency, and 60% to you.”

Daisy previously discussed how this works the other day. I trust her judgment in that if she thinks it’s fair, then I will too - especially after seeing the wad of cash she handed me earlier. Even with Jasmine’s cut, once things get going, I could be making far more than I imagined.

Jasmine explains, “Trial and error as our first male escort is to be expected, but my plan is to start you out at the base rate as an introductory offer and then we’ll go from there. Even at the base rate, a five-hour engagement will net you $1500.” $1500 to tell a woman she’s beautiful over dinner and take her to bed! I can do that! I know there’s much more to it, but still, I bust my ass at the lumber store for far less. “I sense your gears are turning,” she leans in, “how are you feeling about this, Will?”

With a confident nod, I answer, “I would like to try it.”

“Splendid! I was hoping you would.” My agreeing to give this a shot seems to further relax the mood of the meeting. Jasmine shifts in her seat to have a better look at me. “So ... Daisy told me about quite a show you performed for Angie, our female client ... something about letting her help undress you.”

“Oh, yeah,” I grin, “That just came to me on the spot, I was following Daisy’s lead.”

“Apparently, you made quite an impression.”

“Oh, he did!” Daisy confirms, “He was even making me wet.”

“At the risk of impropriety,” Jasmine licks her lips, “would it be possible to ... give a repeat performance for me?”

Considering the services I could be hired to provide, I figured she might want to check out my merchandise. “Um, yes. Sure.” Now I just need to remember my moves from that day. Thankfully Daisy motions with her hands that I started by unbuttoning my shirt first.

Standing in front of Jasmine and establishing eye contact, I slowly undo one button at a time. Once they are all open, I remove my shirt and drop it on the couch. Never breaking eye contact, I give her a moment to study my shirtless upper body.

Next, I kick off my shoes and place one foot on the couch cushion so her face is level with the area below my belt. When I place a hand on myself to cup my goods, Jasmine nods that she’s liking this. With a couple of squeezes and rubs, I quietly ask, “Can I show you what I have in here?”

“Ab-so-lute-ley!” is her lusty answer.

I unclasp my belt and offer the pull tab of my zipper to her. “Could you help me with this? Just pull it straight down.”

When she opens my zipper, I move my hips slightly forward to ensure that her downward traveling knuckles press and rub over my privates. This unexpected, but welcome contact with my front swell makes her eyes widen. “Mmmm-hmmm ... Daisy was right, you are a natural.”

Dropping my pants and pulling off my socks, I’m stripped to my underwear. They’re the same brand of tight-fitting boxers I wore with Angie and Tom, except these are gray instead of blue. Daisy says this style is perfect for accentuating my bulge and firm ass. She’s right, these features are mesmerizing Jasmine, she can’t avert her eyes. I don’t know how far she wants to go with this ... impropriety ... but talk about an interesting job interview!

Unconsciously she reaches up, but I playfully pat her hand away saying, “Naughty, naughty, no touching.” Just like with Angie, Jasmine darts a fiery look of dismay over my playful denial, but quickly sees I’m only teasing.