Nicky Old comes from a poor family, but he's working his ass off to get through college. On the weekends, he hangs out at expensive bars searching for rich clients who will rent him for the night.
For quite sometime, he dreams of finding a Billionaire who will fall in love with him and make his dreams come true. He says that he will not be forever poor. That's his goal.
During one of his client-hunting nights, he meets Jean Pierre. He never thought about him as a prospect client but here he is, offering himself for Nick to take for the night. Jean is willing to pay Nick 1-freakin'-thousand POUNDS!!!
Nick couldn't believe it! His month's wage is 600 pounds, and here comes Jean offering him much more than his month's worth of hard work all for just one night! Nick couldn't possibly say NO.
A few days of being together and making love, the inevitable happens: Nick falls in love with Jean. But what luck does Nick have? Jean is in love with him too!
With Jean Pierre, dreams did come true for Nick. The designer wardrobe, expensive watches, traveling around the world, money and everything that used to exist only in his dreams.
But everything is too good to be true. Nick is now trapped between dreams and reality to the point where he could no longer identify which is which...
THIS STORY IS ALSO KNOWN AS The Slut
SAMPLE 1:
"Now you know why I needed to cum before we got to bed, I wouldn't have lasted long enough to get inside you."
He pulled me gently to my feet and for the first time kissed me. Wow, was he ever a cool kisser, I melted. He bathed me then getting me rampantly hard but he didn't let me cum. All dried off and with a new toothbrush supplied to clean my teeth we retired to his giant bed.
He lay down on his back in the centre of it and said to me, "Ok Nicky, pamper me until I am so turned on that I will want only one thing and that is to bury my penis into your cute butt."
SAMPLE 2:
That Monday was the beginning of my new life. The little East End slut had found his Pretty Woman Billionaire and I was going to make it work.
The wardrobe he bought me was mind blowing, thousands of pounds worth of designer clothes, expensive smellies, designer watch and a gold choker. He even bought me a superb leather toiletry case and a set of travelling bags.
"You will have to get a passport if you don't already have one Nicky because we will travel quite a lot."
This was getting better by the minute. Time seemed to fly by and before I knew it, we were looking at the decision time with regards to my job.
"Do you want to stay Nicky? The money is yours whatever your decision will be."
Of course I said yes. Hell, I would have stayed even if I didn't like him very much. But I stayed for the reason I didn't want to admit to myself. I was falling in love with him...
About the Author
A little something about me.
I was born in Hertfordshire, about 25 miles North West of London. I joined the Royal Navy straight from school, did four years at engineering college and then went to sea for three years in destroyers. I took a commission after that and joined the Fleet Air Arm as a helicopter pilot. I was married, had two kids and now have four grandchildren and one great grandson. I left the navy in 1970 and became a civil pilot which I did until I retired at 55. I started and ran a business in London for seven years before retiring to Antigua. I lost my life's savings in the Stanford Ponzi Scheme so we manage now on my pensions which are quite small, but hell, we live in Paradise so it can't be all bad.
I discovered I was gay when I was 35, (yes, I know, ridiculous), I had been divorced for two years by then so no one got hurt emotionally. I met Rafe in 1980 and my whole family fell in love with him, so no angst for me at all.
If you want anymore info on me, just ask. I'm a very open person so you won't offend me if you want to get more personal.
If you'd like to give me comments or suggestions to any of my books, feel free to shoot me an email at [email protected].