Three is a Magic Number

There's a first time for everything -- even in escorting.

I arrive at the client's home to see that another escort is already there. I'd met him before -- his name is Adam, and the last I heard he was with another agency in Miami. I learned that the client had a fantasy of double-penetration, and as such, hired two men to do the job.

Better than having me join in with her husband, but still...

After a bit of chit-chat and a few glasses of wine, we get down to it. I lay flat on my back, penetrating the client vaginally, while Adam takes her from behind. It was a bit awkward, though I did my best to just focus on the client's face as a way to see if she was enjoying herself.

"Everything all right?" I asked.

"Mmm... Ohh... Yes..." she answered.

Adam glanced over the back of her shoulder and gave me a smirk, pleased that the two of us were doing a good job. The client came fairly quickly, and Adam slid out of her first, after which she slid off my body and draped herself over my chest.

We lay in bed -- one gigolo on each side of the client -- listening to the rain pelt the roof of the house. It was a relaxing moment, to the point where I had to fight off falling asleep. Adam gave me a light smack on the arm as I drifted off, and soon the two of us hailed a can together back to our apartments (we live in the same neighborhood).

"So, was this your first time in bed with another man?" he teased.

"As a matter of fact, it was," I replied, seeing that the cabbie either didnt' speak English or just didn't care. "I'd ask you the same thing, but I already know the answer."

Adam laughed. The fact that he was a gay man having sex with women for a living might sound a bit odd, but in a lot of ways it made perfect sense. He would never run the risk of becoming attached, and he knew how to treat women well.

"Can I ask you something?" I said.

"Sure."

"Are you seeing anyone right now? Outside of work, that is?"

"No, no one in particular. You?"

"Same. I don't think anyone in our line of work really is."

"If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were asking me on a date," Adam quipped.

"Very funny."

"I thought so. Anyway, I always thought you and Rebecca would end up together."

"That shipped sailed a long time ago," I said. "Not that I wouldn't try again, but..." I trailed off, realizing I'd just said that I would be willing to give me relationship with Rebecca another try if... well... I don't know what, exactly. Still, the revelation caught me off guard; I thought I was "over" her.

"I guess that means the both of you would have to quit," Adam said. "Maybe then it could work out, you know?"

"Yeah, maybe..."