Obviously, by making more money and paying off your obligation to me sooner...
By then, Miriam's head was jumbled and she began to stutter "A-A-And also…"
Trying to break the sexual tension between them, she pointed towards the expensive bottle of red wine that was sat on the table.
"A customer paid for this," Reginald replied nonchalantly.
"Oh, I didn't realize. That makes a lot more sense. Since when have you been able to afford buying this expensive bottle of wine anyway? Miriam was still backing away. "Did the customer also buy something from you?"
"I turned down her offer." "You`re fifty-eight and two hundred and eighty pounds," Reginald needled. I`m too young to die in bed.
With that Miriam snorted and reached up to give his arm a quick squeeze. "You`re all muscle, all power," she told him. "You could never die THAT fast!
Reginald had suddenly taken hold of her hand and swung her into his arms. "Maybe you'd better see how the new model works…with me!"
"No…" Miriam gasped, trying to recover herself. "Don't be absurd! I'll tell if you're…"
"Go ahead, please." Reginald nibbled a bit of her earlobe, and she tingled all over. "I won't have enough money to pay you back if I get fired!"
"You." Miriam couldn't think of anything to say in answer to that.
Reginald kissed the where of her collarbone that he could see; his lips moved south with slow seductiveness to give a nuzzle to the top of her breast while his hand was busy holding her wrist and biting down on the pearl button fastening her cuff, forcing it—just a little.
"Don't…" Pinned as she was, Miriam struggled weakly against him in sudden panic, but his grip had all the strength of fear.
"You're awfully sensitive," Reginald began, then prepared to tease her some more, but a shrill, haughty voice broke the stillness on the other side of the door.
Those male escorts from before are getting old. Don't you have any new ones?
I hope Sultry Night turns out well for me. Best of the bests!
That's right, we want the best you have. We can afford to pay for it!
And with that there was a loud bang as the door was kicked open.
Three rich women, all with the air of alcoholics, came barging in, and were taken aback when they saw the weird private room. "Eh?" Where are the eighteen escorts we've requested?"
"What's with this eerie silence? Did we get the wrong room?
You made the wrong move. You're on the opposite side of your room!
The bodyguard Reginald sent off was about to come in through the door and take charge.
He quickyly changed his mind when Reginald gave him a glance.
Miriam slid off the couch and fixed her clothes, since she was facing away from the door.
"Hey! There's one here!"
As soon as the three women spotted Reginald, they pounced on him, mentally stripping him naked.
He has a fantastic body and appearance! When compared to the other dull ones, he's pretty different!"
Both merciless and domineering. Just my cup of tea.
"Hey handsome, you're an escort here too right? Name a price. We have the money!"
He didn't even look over at them as he sipped his drink.
The three women were attracted to him even more so, because of how icy and controlling he was.
Miriam seeing this decided that she could make a killing off of this and went out of her way to anger all three of them. "Oh you do? You don't look like you have enough money for a drink here."
Where was this spoiled girl from? How dare she talk to us like that? The women shot Miriam with a look of hate. "Don't you know who we are?"
"I don't care who you are." Miriam clung to Reginald's arm. "I had him first!"
Reginald stared at her inquisitively, his brow furrowing just slightly.
One of the other ladies pulled a wad of cash out of her handbag and dropped it on the table. There are plenty of escorts around, kid. You could hire at least seven with this money easy. Just fork it over!
"No!"
"I spent a hundred thousand today just to get this famous gigolo god all to myself," Miriam said, leaning Reginald's head back and clamping her mouth over his cold lips. "I won't give him up easily. So leave! Go, go, go!"
Reginald raised his eyebrows up to his hairline and pursed his lips, he wanted more from her than just a peck on the lips. Gigolo god? Really? Is this some new kind of shit?
One hundred thousand? Look at your cheap clothes. Where did you get the money for that kind of spending? One of the wealthy women asked.
Miriam almost let it slip after her pride had been trampled, but she recovered quickly and kept playing along.
This is something I haven't told anyone for years now. I had cashed my entire annual salary to spend a night with this gigolo god!"
"You really earn only a hundred thousand dollars a year?" the lady laughed out loud. "You fly all the way here and hire yourself a gigolo, and yet you can't even make ends meet in life. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
Why should I be? Anyhow, he's mine for tonight. On purpose, Miriam rubbed Reginald's firm pecs. "Look at this perfect body. One hundred thousand? Hehe! I would even pay a million dollars!" The three women could almost drool on thinking what was hidden beneath Reginald's clothes as they traced every line of his body.
Reginald's eyes kindled dangerously, as they rested on Miriam.
Miriam was afraid to meet him eye to eye. For the money she had made it worth while, but inwardly she quailed.
Alright. It is one million. A lady wrote a cheque and threw it at Miriam. "You're done here!"
It's 10 times your worth. Another woman sneered "I don't think this lowlife could ever become a millionaire even if we give her all the time in the world, but it looks like you've caught yourself quite a fortune today so go waste it."
That's right. Get the money up front too. Then run fast and disappear!
The three women begged her, begging Miriam to leave right then so they could get on with their night.
After making sure the cheque was real, Miriam let it drop into her lap and kept it. Meanwhile the money on the table were brushed with an arm into her bag which had been opened for that purpose. "I go now, I go now. Have fun!"
She rose and walked towards the exit.
But someone caught hold of the hem of her shirt from behind and it stuck fast. When she turned to look back, Gigolo in Debt was clutching her shirt and glaring at her. "If you go, I'll kill you!"
"Don't be too weak when you grow up!"
His fingers closed involuntarily on the cloth of Miriam's blouse, which tore slightly under the pressure. Half laughing and half crying she wrenched free and raced away, hugging her purse against her body.
Reginald's fist tightened around the stem of his wine glass. His glance followed her retreating figure, which was growing smaller and smaller.
A twinge of regret was growing in Miriam's heart as she leaned her back against the door after leaving the inner office. The sum-weight of those three rich women is probably seven hundred pounds. Can Gigolo Debt Able to Handle It?
I should have bought him a couple more bottles of those pills!
When Miriam cracked open the door to peek, she saw the three women were pouncing on Gigolo In Debt like a pack of starving wolves. They were all so fat, their back side centers blocked his face from Miriam's eyes.
She imagined him quaking on the sofa in his current state of terror.
"Please, please, let me go!"
she half-heard him whimper nervously.
With a regretful click she sealed off her remorse and ran out.
Deo-sei girgolo here we come. Haha.