Confessions Of A Male Escort

The Audition

           La'Jean quickly pulls out his phone, and dials the number. A voice on the other end says: Hello, if you have took the first step to call, then you're ready to plunge head first into this journey chock full of rewards, pleasures, and advantages. A way of life to lift you higher than the clouds. Press 1 if you are ready to go down the rabbit hole, or press 2 if you are not ready to let go of what you once knew. La'Jean thinks for a minute, and remembers the void that has him suffering everyday. He presses 1. The line goes dead. He says hello, hello! He says son of a bitch, while hanging up. He looks at the clock, it says 5:30 pm. He places the phone on his end table, and closes his eyes. He hears a hard knock on his door, He jumps awake, He looks at the time, it now says 11:59 pm. He wonders who the hell is here this late. He walks to the door, and peeps out the hole. Nothing is on the other side. He turns to head back to the room. Boom boom, a loud knock again. He quickly goes to the door, peeping again, and sees nothing. He opens the door, just as he gets it open, the door is pushed open and he us grabbed. A black sack is placed over his head. He starts fighting and jerking, a voice says calm down La'Jean. He recognizes the voice from the phone recording earlier. So he settles down, realizing it must be the way they take everyone in. They lead him down the elevator, outside of the building, and into a car. He smells cigar smoke, Cubans to be exact. And the seat feels like minx or something. A woman's voice is heard in a whisper. Yes he is very beautiful and his body is delicious. He smiles underneath the sack. A hand caresses his chest, down to his stomach, further to his package, he groans. He hears another woman's voice whisper, yes he's sensitive to touch, this will be fun.