by T. N. King
Published By Butterfly Publishings, 2017
To all of Leanore’s readers and her wicked friends, just because we all love a sexy man who knows how to please.
For my superfan Ava, the only person to ever give all of my novels a review.
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Red Velvet Book One: Double Plush
First Edition. August 20th, 2017
Copyright © Butterfly Publishing
Editor: Lea Ellen Borg
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Meet Your Man For Hire
Sexy Rex…
His work was every man’s dream and every woman’s fantasy.
His calling was a true religious experience. His field of endeavor is to please women, he loves all sizes, all colors and as long as they’re the age of consent? He will most certainly oblige you. Rex uses his talents to get you off, and his favorite part of the job? To make you scream and cream until the sun comes up.
Not your average Man of the Night, Rex stands at 6 feet 5 inches with a long hard bod, well muscled legs and a long thick cock. His mouth is imbued with a sweet, silky tongue and with it, he can perform magic. His fingers are some of the most exquisitely talented digits you’d ever want to feel. Black, silky hair, a dazzling smile and emerald hued eyes completes the all male, purchased package.
Rex is in the best shape a man could achieve in his lifetime. He has his own fitness regime and he jogs along the beach 5 mornings a week. He routinely performs specific exercises for a specific task. He’d built his legs up, so that he could fuck you for a very long time while standing upright and he’d built his abs to a streamlined strength for a full pelvic assault while taking you from behind. Knee bends were a part of the routine, so that he could easily crouch for a very long time while giving you oral pleasure at its best.
After his failing attempt for that elusive Hollywood dream? He took the side jobs of being a paid stud and built himself into a sweet bit of Hollywood Cream.
He even worked his muscles in his tight derriere, so that he could fuck you hard while you sat on the edge of a table or counter. His fingers are sinuous, primed to be strong and talented, giving you a finger fucking made in heaven. He’d built his neck to a certain strength, and his biceps to be powerful enough to hold you up and devour your pussy while standing. One organ he possessed that is truly magnificent was his long, strong cock at nine inches in length with a three inch diameter. With this built in feature, you were going to feel its pounding for sure.
Priding himself as an exclusive just for the night gift, he never became a gigolo, owned by one woman. No, he was a sexual fantasy on two strong legs, who wants to be able to free many women from their sexual frustrations. Whatever it takes to please you that is what he will be, he can master you, or submit to you. Whatever secret dark desires you yearn for? Rex will find a way to achieve it for you.
He is his own man, a man for hire yes, but you can only enjoy him after a screening and a reserved appointment. He will grant your wishes while he gives you an entire night of whatever you need—whatever you want. His pledge for sexual excellence is to give you at least three orgasms for the price. Rex loves his job and looks forward to his weekends at The Grande Hotel, penthouse suite 1021—his office of erotic pleasures. I had a lot of fun writing his story and I hope you enjoy reading about his endeavours. I know I did.
~Leanore Elliott
RIGHT FOR THE PART
He sat in the back of the theater and watched as a red headed woman with full curves sashayed across the stage. Rex sat up straight in his seat, as the woman sparked a memory in his mind from long ago. He peered closer to see that it wasn’t who he’d hoped it was. He sure would love to meet her though. She had the kind of body he loved on a woman, full curves, plush thighs and very busty.
“Next!” The producer called from the base of the stage.
Rex snapped to attention, as he knew he was in for it. This audition called for his body type and build, but could he really pull this one out? He barely got a look at the script; his agent Jake was late on that one again. He moved to the stage.
“Just read the line.” The voice of the producer called from the dark seating area.
“I really can’t be with you anymore, Monica,” Rex read the one line for the spot from the daytime soap script.
“Okay, good,” the voice called again. ”Step down.”
Rex tucked the script under his arm and exited the stage, releasing a sigh as he made his way out to the lobby.
The area was packed with men, most with his dark hair and great build. Too many, he thought with that same old dread. Dammit. He did smile though, because he knew most were broke and on their last thin dime, they either waited tables or worked in various labor jobs at the many hotels and restaurants in LA.
Not him. He had a bulging bank account and a Malibu beach house. Most would think he was a kept man, and in all truth, he was. Just not by one woman.
He left his card and his agent’s at the desk while not even caring anymore if he got the part or not. He made his way to the parking garage, toward his silver Jag while hitting his alarm button on his key remote.
The beeping sounded, and then went off.
There were a few times he regretted it sure, but when he counted the hundreds he made every weekend, the doubts faded to a dull muted noise.
Rex got into his sleek silver sports car and drove toward the freeway. His cell went off and he glanced down to see if he knew the
caller. He only took calls from numbers he knew and jobs arranged by his answering service.
It was Denise she made all his appointments.
“Yeah, D?” he answered.
“Hey Rex, good morning.”
He smiled. “Back at you. So, what’s on for the weekend?”
“Well, the usual, and then one not so usual,” she replied.
“Well, I have the room booked Friday and Saturday. Do they have their instructions?”
“Yeah, do you wanna hear the unusual?”
Rex exited onto the freeway. “As long as she’s human and weighs below 200, I really don’t care.”
There was a silence on the other end.
He smiled into the phone. “Don’t tell me, it’s a mare in heat?”
Her laughter sounded through the cell. “No, it’s just that—well…”
Shaking his head, he maneuvered the car through traffic and made his exit along the 101. “Come on, woman. What the hell is it?”
“It’s a set of twins.”
”Really?”
“Yep,” she answered.
“They want a man of the night for…?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Rex raised his brows. “I fucking love my work!”
Denise laughed uproariously.
“Okay D, see ya.” He clicked his cell phone closed.
Still laughing, he pulled up to his house and got out. He would need some stamina for this one. Damn, he forgot ask which night they were coming. He shrugged, didn’t matter though, he could do two at a time. Being a Man for Hire had its perks. Sure, there were jobs that were difficult or challenging. If he didn’t find the woman attractive? It made it really hard, but being a guy he knew how to get himself hard long enough to do the job.
Making his way up his walk to the front door, he punched in the code on the key alarm pad and went in.
It was a smaller Malibu home, but right up on the beach and the mortgage went on into infinity, but every day when he smelled the sea air, it was all worth it. He knew it cost a lot of fucks to keep paying the payment, but it was all good in the end.
He’d been asked a time or two if he were ashamed of being a high priced Gigolo. First off, he would answer that in fact, he wasn’t one. He didn’t stay with one woman who paid for everything, although he’d been offered that many times over.
Rex knew he was way easy on the eyes. Six foot 5 with broad shoulders, tanned, well built and not an ounce of fat. Dark raven hair and emerald eyes accented an almost perfect face. Thirty one years old with a savings account that was filling up for his old age when he hit forty. He laughed aloud. That would be too old to be a man whore. Yeah, he knew and loved that joke, being a man whore, enjoyed by women. Instead of feeling any humiliation, he felt good almost every dammed day.
Good with his hands and fingers while knowing all the G-spots on a female, he had the added bonus of possessing a nice nine inch cock. He knew and used the entire plethora of the erogenous zones on a female. His mouth had the most talented tongue, at least that’s what he’d been told hundreds of times. He loved women of all kinds and even of varying ages, it took a lot for him to be so turned off that he couldn’t do the job.
Yes, most of the women were older, looking for an after forty orgasmic experience and he gave them that, usually several climaxes in a night.
Some wanted to be ravished, a few liked it rough and some wanted a little mastery. He had tried allowing one or two to master him, but he wasn’t comfortable with being tied up by strangers, so he made a rule against it.
He was born with good looks and even worked as a model a time or two. But the acting field was full of guys like him, all decked out with high glossy portfolios.
His work was a man’s dream really. After his failing attempt for that elusive Hollywood dream? He took the side jobs of being a paid stud and built himself into Hollywood Cream. Rex laughed aloud while he thought of his own made up nickname of Hollywood Cream, as he headed for the shower.
A very attentive lover, thorough and he was endowed with an extreme stamina. In fact, most times he never climaxed. He could do three women a night if he had to and his erection almost never failed. He enjoyed taking his time though, so he kept his schedule to one per night and gave them from dusk till dawn of whatever they seemed to need. He also had a knack of knowing or finding out what they needed. He could be whatever the woman wanted and especially if she asked for something specific.
Rex chuckled. Who knew his acting lessons would pay off in this way? Oh, wow! That is too fucking funny. To cum or not to cum—that is the question. His laughter grew as he removed his tie and shirt.
After an encounter where he was literally picked up off the street by the most luscious babe he’d ever seen? He had found his true calling in life. Then later, when he’d done a few clients, he found that his born vocation was to please a woman by fucking her senseless if that was what she needed. Or to give her oral pleasure that would drive her to multi-climaxes. His reportorial of talents were skills he felt proud to have.
No one owned him and he made his own rules. He most certainly didn’t do guys and he had been offered piles of cash to do so. He had to be able to feel attracted and men just didn’t do it. He was heterosexual all the way.
He also didn’t have a lot of danger in his line of work like the regular type prostitute. His clients were all well screened and he paid good money for that service. In reality, he just took a few acting auditions every month, in a last ditch hope that he might land something to last a little while. Rex really didn’t care though, he’d found his fame, in the feel of a woman’s skin under his fingers as her body rippled with a mind blowing climax he wrought. Nothing gave him the same powerful satisfaction.
As rates go, he got eight hundred a night and they paid for the room which was 200 hundred a night. By all the coo’s and satisfied screams in his workday? Yeah, he was a thousand dollar a night satisfaction with a self made rule to give the client minimum of three comes before the dawn. He’d been told by the richest babes out there—he was worth every penny.
Stepping in under the hot steaming water of his shower, he thought of tonight, looking forward to the wicked prospects. Funny, while most guys were on the prowl for pussy every weekend? Pussy was served up to him and they paid for the pleasure of it.
Rex soaped himself up. People were just looking for love in all the wrong places. He laughed as he lowered his hand to his trusty tool of pleasure, testing it to see if it wanted to work this weekend. He firmly wrapped his fingers around the shaft and envisioned the possibility of bringing some toys along to help with the twin deal. Yeah, he had a few stiff dildos that he used on an occasion or two.
He may need to pump one of them from behind while using the plastic tool to pleasure the other. The visions of two at a time of times before danced through his mind like Polaroid’s from a porn film.
His cock hardened immediately as his mouth watered a little with the anticipation of giving them a little good old fashioned nipple sucking and possibly some frontal sucking, while perhaps having one of them on her knees blowing him off. With his sexy erotic imaginings, his dick stood straight out through the steamy water. “Whoa there tiger, save it for later.” Rex laughed again, assured that all his equipment was poised and ready for tonight’s shift. Man, I always look forward to work with a relish. I am such a workaholic! He released another laugh as he stepped out to dry off and get ready for the sweet grind of a job.
* * * *
The knock was shy and light, as Rex stood making a drink at the bar. His office was a suite at the Grande, room 1021. Luxurious, fully stocked with all the amenities of a penthouse suite. Its history had already been the scene of a good hundred sexual dates and it had witnessed literally three hundred female orgasms over this last year alone.
The timid knock sounded like a small tap-tap and he almost didn’t catch it. He strode to the door and looked through the peephole. There in the altered view stood an unassuming,
petite girl with brown hair and thick glasses. Oh wow, a school marm type. Exhilaration flooded him. They were the most interesting jobs. All moral and straight laced on the surface while underneath, boiled a nymphomaniac. However, there were a few times when he was almost mauled before getting the situation under control.
Opening the door, he watched as she took him all in, her brown timorous eyes widening and rounding as she gazed all the way up along his powerful frame. Her tiny mouth popping wide open with astonishment.
Rex was used to this reaction he knew they expected a lot of things but never him. Maybe some seedy looking man? Or some pierced up, tattooed biker type. He never really knew what their previous notions might have been all he knew was he got this shocked gasping reaction almost every time. He smiled at her and she nearly stumbled backwards.
“Do I have the right room?”
“That depends, are you selling Girl Scout cookies?” he teased as he steadied her.
Her expression remained deadly serious as she shook her head.
“Good, although you would make a cute Girl Scout.”
Her face flushed all kinds of reds as she giggled. “No, this is my birthday present.”
Rex raised his brows. This was gonna be too much fun. “Oh, and that means I’m your present?”
Another girlish giggle echoed in the hallway.
Deciding that they’d given the hallway enough exchange, he reached out and grasped her arm. “Well, my dear. Let’s… blow out the candles and bring in your birthday right.” He moved her in, halted and turned her around. “Wait…” He closed the door and stepped back as hesitation suddenly filled him. Though what he did for a living wasn’t exactly legal, he never did someone underage. After all, he did have some morals. Rex rolled his eyes at his own joke and asked, “How old are you today?”
“I’m twenty one,” she answered timidly.
Rex tilted his head at her. “Mmm, you don’t look it.”
