a man, it could cause problems.”
She looks surprised by this answer. “Why?”
“Well, we are a straight escort company. Women hire us, and not all women would be okay hiring an escort who sleeps with men.”
Nathalia scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. Why does it matter? You have sex with countless women, and that doesn’t bother them? But God forbid you sleep with a man the one time a client requests that.” She shakes her head, annoyed.
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me that. I completely understand. I just try to look at the whole picture and try to understand all sides. The clients and the staff all know we are tested regularly whether we’ve slept with two women in a month or twenty. Plus, escorts can be in relationships or sleep with people on their own time. So, anybody being with the same sex, no matter how many times, shouldn’t matter. We’re all still being safe, protected, and getting tested. But, not everybody will look at it that way.”
“So, are you saying that you are going to agree to this for me? And are you admitting to having slept with a man before?” she asks with a hint of a smile.
“Nathalia, I’m only going to tell you this because I like you. Something about you is different from my other clients. You don’t seem to be bothered by my job, the appointments I have either before or after yours, and you ask questions trying to get to know me. I appreciate that, even with the prodding personal questions,” I finish with a smirk. “But, this stays here between us. Okay?”
“Yes, of course!” she quickly answers, scooting closer to me.
“Yes, I’ve slept with a man before, and yes I’m agreeing to your plan.”
Her mouth drops open momentarily before she closes it and a smile replaces her somewhat shocked expression.
“So, do you have another person in mind, or how are we doing this?” I ask, getting back to her plan.
A slow smile dances across her lips. “Yes, I have someone in mind.”
“Who?” I ask.
“Lincoln Cash.”
“So you’ve been with men before, huh?” I ask. “What does that mean? Are you gay or bi? I would assume bi, because, well, I’m here.”
“Wait a minute,” Marc states, cutting off my rambling. “You want me to sleep with Lincoln Cash? The guy from the club the other night?”
Uh-oh. He doesn’t seem so keen on this.
“Well…yeah. Do you not like Lincoln?”
“I don’t know Lincoln, but he didn’t seem like he was too fond of us being together the other night. Are you even sure he’d be okay with it, because he seems to be a jealous lover type.”
“Trust me, Lincoln will be fine with it.”
“Have you already discussed this with him?”
I let out a sigh and then move to sit next to him, my back also leaned up against the headboard.
“Lincoln is bi, and he and I have messed around and been friends for a while, but Lincoln has this…I don’t know, rule. He won’t sleep with a woman if a man isn’t involved. So, while there was a time that he and I toyed with the idea of being together, we never did because of that rule of his.”
“Hmm. He’s never told you why he has this rule?”
I shake my head and shrug.
“Okay, and so you think he’ll be okay with me being involved in this?”
I roll my head to the side without lifting it from the headboard and give him a smile. “It was his idea.”
Marc seems stunned by my comment. “His idea? He’s only seen me the one time.”
“I guess that’s all it took. He’s attracted to guys and you’re ridiculously sexy, of course he’d want this to happen.”
He gives me a charming smile. “Ridiculously sexy, hmm?”
“You know you are,” I say, playfully rolling my eyes at him. “So, are you bi? You know you can tell me.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Does anybody know?” I ask, even though I’m sure I know the answer.
“Some people do,” he answers vaguely.
“Friends? Co-workers? Boss? Family?”
“Some friends, not co-workers, the boss maybe, and yes my
She looks surprised by this answer. “Why?”
“Well, we are a straight escort company. Women hire us, and not all women would be okay hiring an escort who sleeps with men.”
Nathalia scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. Why does it matter? You have sex with countless women, and that doesn’t bother them? But God forbid you sleep with a man the one time a client requests that.” She shakes her head, annoyed.
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me that. I completely understand. I just try to look at the whole picture and try to understand all sides. The clients and the staff all know we are tested regularly whether we’ve slept with two women in a month or twenty. Plus, escorts can be in relationships or sleep with people on their own time. So, anybody being with the same sex, no matter how many times, shouldn’t matter. We’re all still being safe, protected, and getting tested. But, not everybody will look at it that way.”
“So, are you saying that you are going to agree to this for me? And are you admitting to having slept with a man before?” she asks with a hint of a smile.
“Nathalia, I’m only going to tell you this because I like you. Something about you is different from my other clients. You don’t seem to be bothered by my job, the appointments I have either before or after yours, and you ask questions trying to get to know me. I appreciate that, even with the prodding personal questions,” I finish with a smirk. “But, this stays here between us. Okay?”
“Yes, of course!” she quickly answers, scooting closer to me.
“Yes, I’ve slept with a man before, and yes I’m agreeing to your plan.”
Her mouth drops open momentarily before she closes it and a smile replaces her somewhat shocked expression.
“So, do you have another person in mind, or how are we doing this?” I ask, getting back to her plan.
A slow smile dances across her lips. “Yes, I have someone in mind.”
“Who?” I ask.
“Lincoln Cash.”
“So you’ve been with men before, huh?” I ask. “What does that mean? Are you gay or bi? I would assume bi, because, well, I’m here.”
“Wait a minute,” Marc states, cutting off my rambling. “You want me to sleep with Lincoln Cash? The guy from the club the other night?”
Uh-oh. He doesn’t seem so keen on this.
“Well…yeah. Do you not like Lincoln?”
“I don’t know Lincoln, but he didn’t seem like he was too fond of us being together the other night. Are you even sure he’d be okay with it, because he seems to be a jealous lover type.”
“Trust me, Lincoln will be fine with it.”
“Have you already discussed this with him?”
I let out a sigh and then move to sit next to him, my back also leaned up against the headboard.
“Lincoln is bi, and he and I have messed around and been friends for a while, but Lincoln has this…I don’t know, rule. He won’t sleep with a woman if a man isn’t involved. So, while there was a time that he and I toyed with the idea of being together, we never did because of that rule of his.”
“Hmm. He’s never told you why he has this rule?”
I shake my head and shrug.
“Okay, and so you think he’ll be okay with me being involved in this?”
I roll my head to the side without lifting it from the headboard and give him a smile. “It was his idea.”
Marc seems stunned by my comment. “His idea? He’s only seen me the one time.”
“I guess that’s all it took. He’s attracted to guys and you’re ridiculously sexy, of course he’d want this to happen.”
He gives me a charming smile. “Ridiculously sexy, hmm?”
“You know you are,” I say, playfully rolling my eyes at him. “So, are you bi? You know you can tell me.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Does anybody know?” I ask, even though I’m sure I know the answer.
“Some people do,” he answers vaguely.
“Friends? Co-workers? Boss? Family?”
“Some friends, not co-workers, the boss maybe, and yes my
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