Undercover: The Adventures of a Real Life Gigolo. Luke Bradbury

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      That was a basic requirement. To make everyone who showed the slightest inkling of interest feel like they had my full attention. Because you never knew what that might bring, whether it was next week or some unknown time in the future. It was all potential work.

      ‘You’re getting your name around. That’s the main thing.’ Jenny nodded with enthusiasm in her eyes. Like she was gunning for me.

      I knew I had to hope things would pick up. Because if I didn’t do that, then what was the point of even bothering? And don’t all small businesses struggle at first? I rubbed my finger across my closed lips and surveyed what I could see of the coffee shop behind Jenny. It was a busy afternoon, but for all the customers these places had, nobody really noticed anybody else as far as I could see.

      I focused on Jenny again with a muted smile. I valued the fact that she was interested in how my own life was going. And there seemed no reason not to tell her. It wasn’t as if she was going to tell anyone, was it? That was the element of security there was in my job. Hiring an escort wasn’t something women tended to crow about.

      The truth was that Jenny and I had realised that we could tell each other everything. It was as if this half an hour in our week was time out from where we each found ourselves at this point in our lives. Both of us were, to a degree, alone in the Big City. She had no family to speak of, and I was on the other side of the world from mine. I had mates, of course, but there was other stuff that I only told Jenny. We were each other’s sounding board. Like a comfort blanket, I suppose. It felt sometimes as if my mates were now on a different path in life to me. I’d had to wise up fast to suit the work I was doing. They knew what I now got up to when I wasn’t at the café, but they didn’t altogether get it.

      It wasn’t as if what I was doing wasn’t legit. Prostitution was within UK law. But it somehow remained something you weren’t supposed to talk about here, never mind openly admit to indulging in. And while I had no qualms about my work, since I wasn’t hurting anyone and, in fact, could see the good I was doing my clients, I was sort of ‘the embarrassing mate’. What I was doing with my life was only seen by Mark and co. as ‘a bit of a laugh’ or ‘every guy’s fantasy’ in the right circumstances.

      Jenny, however, gave me the space no one else did to talk about my work without being judged.

      Our half-hour was up. We stood up and hugged, and she squeezed my hand and passed the cash to me. I gave her a warm smile and brushed her arm. Jenny’s whole life was running against the clock. But when the weekend arrived, she’d crash out and attempt to catch up on all the zeds she’d missed during the previous week, though as far as I could tell she was fighting a losing battle. Permanently running on empty.

      I walked Jenny to the coffee-shop door, held it open, and watched her hurry out and disappear into the crowds. I returned to the table and finished off the dregs of my drink. Jenny needed this breathing space in her life, that was for sure. But the truth, I knew, was that I was getting as much out of meeting her on a weekly basis as she was.

      Good communication

      It’s been said that when it comes to sex, the most important organ is the brain. That’s where things get really fired up! But when you and your partner are talking about what you both want to get up to, it’s the ears that count.

       Listen with your whole body. Be sensitive to what your partner wants and desires—or doesn’t.

       But don’t assume you know what your partner is thinking, or read too much into their actions. Talk together to confirm each other’s desires.

       Remember to listen to and acknowledge what does and doesn’t turn you on too. And let your partner know.

       Discuss protection. Don’t leave it to chance and hope that your partner has it sorted.

       Don’t let sex talk become a clinical experience. It’s foreplay. Keep the lights low with music in the background and talk slowly and seductively to each other.

       Make your partner feel as good and sexy about themselves as possible by sincerely complimenting them. It relaxes things and leads to better sex. Anybody can find something. Tell them they’ve got nice eyes, how good their skin feels to touch, or how they look better with their clothes off… Guys especially need to remind girls that what worries them about their bodies is rarely an issue for us.

       Call a spade a spade. Swear words can have real potency, especially if normally butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth!

       Share your sexual fantasies, but take account of the level of trust there is between you. Would you want them to become the subject of gossip?

       Be careful if you choose to act out your fantasies in role play. Fantasy is most often best left to the imagination.

       Sasha plus one

       Mid October

      Sasha called me out to her apartment in a luxury new development beyond Tower Bridge around about midnight, though I was pretty much ready for my own bed.

      I was knackered, but when you’re just starting out you’ve got to accept practically every call no matter what. They could turn into regulars, and obviously that’s what you’re after. Jenny was the start, but if I wanted to succeed I needed more repeat meetings than that.

      It was October, and as the cab passed London Bridge Station and made its way along Tooley Street I could see by the spotlighting of the wall-like brick buildings we ran between that this was an old part of town spruced up. The gold haloing cried out about the money that had clearly poured into the area but the night’s darkness couldn’t completely shake off the grime. These stolid, heavy buildings petered out, replaced by brand-spanking-new luxury flats and office blocks with river views. The tilted glass and metal egg of the London Assembly building seemed designed to bask in its reflection in the Thames. Across the way, the ancient Tower of London stood upright and proud. Like it had seen it all before; that all that brashness and cash was wafer-thin, fleeting and not to be trusted.

      The cab passed a half mile beyond Tower Bridge to draw up at a brand new glass and metal block. A figure appeared out of the dark. I paid the fare and climbed out of the car, and she stepped forward to greet me.

      ‘It’s Luke, isn’t it? I’m Sasha,’ she smiled, and shook my hand.

      Even in the dim light I could see Sasha was gorgeous, maybe a few years older than me, in her late twenties. And she had the most striking brown eyes. I followed her through the door of the apartment block and into the lift. The doors glided shut behind us.

      Sasha turned towards me. As she did her coat fell slightly open, and I caught sight of the curve of her naked breasts. I all but gasped.

      I swallowed and focused on her face. It was framed by glossy short brown hair. She was one of the prettiest women I had ever seen. She had almost airbrushed features, as if she’d walked off the cover of a fashion magazine.

      Sasha looked back at me, and swung her coat further apart. She was wearing nothing underneath. She was slim and well-toned with wonderful rounded breasts. Like a СКАЧАТЬ