The very thought of it made Miriam shiver, and she quickly texted Gigolo In Debt.
Sweetest gigolo, please, Are you still alive?
I'm sorry. I was greedy. I shouldn't have traded you for those three women. My bad. I'm really sorry. I already regret it. Forgive me please.
She texted him over 10 times in a row, nothing. Miriam then gave him two calls but still no answer.
From evening until deep in the night she had searched for her Gigolo In Debt peering around through the streets ... with her thin spindly body.
Every member of the Sultry Night team was donned in different sorts of alluring masks to further stimulate the feel of enigma.
She could still tell them apart, though, because the majority of their masks were wildly inflated and not like Gigolo In Debt's enigmatic and stylish mask.
But Gigolo In Debt was nowhere to be found after several searches.
Miriam had caught a cold. She was sneezing so much that her nose ran, and she felt feverish and dizzy. The bad air in here made her feel much worse.
Just before she left, she elbowed her way through the crowd, and saw by chance a man sitting in one of the stalls who looked quite black. Everything about him and his booth was black – his face as well as his clothes, and even his mask.
She ran over to him. "There you are! I was looking all over for you."
The woman beside him, her face obviously having had some major surgery, snapped, "What do you think you're doing?" interrupting the bewildered man before he could say anything else. This is the date that I hired.
"I own him!" Miriam drew the gigolo toward her. "Today is not a workday for you. Come with me!"
She was going to drag him along with it.
"You just stay put, okay!" Ms. Plastic Face jumped out of the sofa and grabbed the gigolo's other arm. "I've already booked you for two hours. Will you go or not?"
"I'm not trying to run off, Jenny. This beautiful lady is The gigolo tried to explain.
His high-pitched voice, tinged with an accent, shocked Miriam. It's not him!
"I... I... I... I think you have the wrong person.
"B*tch! How dare you get near anything that I own? Foolish blindman! I'll kill you with beatings!"
Miriam started to explain, but Ms. Plastic Face rushed over and shoved her into the couch.
Fighting her off, Miriam thashed her hands in front of her.
For only a moment were they evenly matched, then three- woman's friends came running to back heov A regular catfight broke out.
Curling up like a turtle, Miriam used both hands to hide her head. She was nevertheless given a severe beating and had a large portion of her hair torn out.
The gigolo, standing off to the side, cried out nervously," Stop fighting! Give up! Don't argue with me!" At the sight of the women, he gave a tiny whimper.
Take this b*tch off her clothes and let's see how sly she is to think she can have my boyfriend.
With a battle cry, the women started to tear at Miriam's clothes. Even as he readied himself to hit her full force, one of them was gripping her throat.
Miriam closed her eyes the instant she heard a small popping sound. But the women tearing at her clothes were gone. And she had not been slapped.
A few screams split the silence.
Gradually opening her eyes, Miriam saw the gigolo she'd taken to be hers, hurtle himself through the air and land on top of the women while the few there were, below on the floor, looked none too pleased.
Looking up at Miriam from his position on the couch was another person who seemed to be a Gigolo that hadn't quite made it.
His slender figure seemed to be indifferent and uninterested in the surroundings under the lighting, with an enigma half face mask on.
Within the dim room, those cryptic eyes of his were still radiating enchantment.
She froze in place as he reached out a hand to touch her.
His strong arm lifted her and drew her into him. Miriam's cheek touched his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart in her ear.
She glanced up and his inscrutable gaze reflected the panic in her face.
How in the world could you mistake someone else for your loan officer? What on earth were you thinking?
Reginald tapped Miriam on the head lightly and threw a somewhat sinister meaning into her words.
Finally, you're here. Are you−" Miriam glanced down at his hard-on, her wide-eyed gaze traveling from his crotch to his face. "Are you really okay?"
Reginald curled a hand under her chin and tilted her head back. "Would you like to find out?"
"Ow!" Miriam clutched her head, tears springing to her eyes.
Reginald grinned. "Come on, what's your boss like?"
"It hurts. I'm dying of the pain. Boohoo…" Miriam said with a pouted lips, "Are you trying to get back at me for what happened last night? I already know I was wrong.
"What was your mistake?" Reginald asked him.
"I never should have turned you over to those three rich broads." Said Miriam, regretfully. "You got off light, my friend. You might have bled to death."
"That's not likely." Reginald gave a cold groan.
"Why not? All three women put together weigh over seven hundred pounds. It would take just their weight to kill you. Miriam seems to have found her moral compass. 'Who's going to make money for me if you're dead?' I'll never coerce you again. Just do it easy and with less damage, OK?"
"I'm glad you found your conscience." Reginald was finally happy.
"Well, how much did your sugar mommy give you in a month?" Miriam asked curiously. "She must be very generous since she gave you such an expensive car."
"What is it that you want?" Reginald did not like the question.
"I only have one question." "Is it one million?" Miriam asked.
Reginald paid no attention to her.
"One hundred and eighty thousand!" Miriam hazarded.
Reginald drew his eyebrows together. 'Fifty-seven. . . .'
Miriam nearly had a fit. 'She can't really be as old as that!'
"What do you want?"
Miriam grinned and leaned forward. "Do you remember what we agreed? You have to give me half of your income in three months' time, and it's not just income from Sultry Night," she reminded him.
"I knew it!" Reginald narrowed his eyes in annoyance. You're a nymph and avaricious to boot. You really can't help it.
I shouldn't have grown so tolerant of her.
He was still angry that she had sold him out to the three rich bitches yesterday. So he decided to teach her a lesson first thing today.
But she did leave him a note and it did sound like she meant it last night. Also, if what Sultry Night's manager said was true, she had waited for him from evening till midnight.
He felt the need to go see her because he really cared about how she was doing. And then he saw her fighting with some other women over him and then he stepped in to help her again. Again.
He thought she had truly repented of what she did, but little did he know that she only wanted to use him as a gigilo for her long term financial gain.
"That's in our contract."
Miriam tugged his arm afraid he would get mad and reassured him, "Really, it's nice having a sugar mommy pay for you. Besides the steady income, it's much cleaner than those strange people at Sultry Night." But if you worked at the both places it would be higher. Then, you could really make some money.
She continued talking, not noticing that Reginald's face had grown appreciably darker.
A couple of sugar mamas are up for grabs. Ten of them and you get five million if they each give you five hundred thousand. Oh! And then I'll get 2.5 million.
Reginald suddenly put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her to him before she could say more. "Does it not hurt any more?" he said, cuttingly.
"What—" Miriam was startled for a moment; then a sense of faintness began to creep over her. They were an inch from one another; she felt the brute force that held him in, and his breath.
The air became heavy and dangerous.
Miriam was the first to speak up. "I didn't mean anything," she said quickly. "If you think it's unfair, we can split your sixty-odd dollars. I'll take forty and you can keep the rest."
In my opinion, you haven't suffered enough today."
Reginald tightened his grip on her chin and then used his thumb to stroke her mouth. It was as if he were deciding the best way to eat his kill.
"Seventy-seventy?" Miriam offered quickly. "You're not going to get twenty-eighty!"
"Get out!" Reginald pulled the car over to the curb.
"Gigolo, try not to get angry."
"Get out!" The temperature of the car had dropped suddenly and Reginald had screamed.
Miriam quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, because she was so scared.
Reginald threw her out of the car, as he grew impatient.