Echo the Escort: ‘The Day I Died’ (Pt. 8)

10/11/2018

(12:52 AM)

The Silmont Motel was just how I remembered it.

Dodgy, dirty, discreet, and huge.

The motel contained 20 floors and each floor had their own individual staircase that led from the lobby to their respectable floor.

The first time I visited this motel was with a detective named Brando, four years ago.

Brando was in his late 40s, tall, Italian, and straight out of a Detective Noir story.

I didn’t know what to make of this man until we got inside of his room. Once inside, he laid me down on my stomach and pulled my black khakis down revealing my red boxer briefs. I expected him to pull them down quickly. Instead, he started to massage my ass cheeks complimenting it. “I’ve seen asses in my line of work, but yours is by far the best I’ve fucking seen.”

I thanked him for his kind words and before I could ask him what he wanted, he ripped my boxer briefs in half-exposing my bare bottom.

With no time to think or react at how he just ripped my favorite pair of under wears, he lifted my ass up and shoved his face between my ass cheeks.

The sensation of his tongue inside of me caused me to moan and whimper. He spent an hour or so shoving his tongue inside of me and then pulling it out.

Then in and then out.

Then in deeper, so deep that he gagged squeezing my ass cheeks.

I hated him for teasing me. His tongue was long and thick but it wasn’t what I was craving.

I needed him inside of me.

“Mmmmm, pl—please. F—fuck me,” I heard myself cry out.

He replied nonverbally by pulling his tongue out of me. He flipped me over on my back and I watched as he grabbed my hard length with his right hand. “Ya wanna know how a real man treats a homo like you? Here’s how I do it!”

His sexy talk wasn’t really up to par, but his deep and masculine voice made up for his lack of words.

My body shivered as he wrapped his mouth around my length and began giving me a blowjob. It was the first time anyone had ever sucked me off. I didn’t know what to do or say and I didn’t say much except moan and arch my back feeling my body floating away to some far away land.

He bobbed his head up and down faster as I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat. He nibbled on my foreskin for a few seconds, but it was clear he wanted more from me.

I grabbed a handful of his black hair and helped guide his head up and down.

Up and down!

Up and down!

Then I gave in and shoved my cock deeper in his throat causing him to gag and cough.

I tried to pull away slowly not wanting to endanger him, but he held my hips up and continued to suck me off.

Up and down!

Up and down!

“OOOOoooh! I’m cumming!”

I tried to grab my cock away from his mouth, so I could jerk it off and cum on myself, but he slapped my hand away and continued his motion.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down! Until I felt myself unable to hold on and I shot my load inside of his mouth.

He swallowed every single drop of my cum not letting me pull away, move, or even sit up.

That was the first time anyone had ever given me a blowjob and it was also the last time I saw Brando. Apparently, he had a case a few months after which required him to be admitted into the Witness Protection Agency.

He may be gone, but the memory of his mouth will never be forgotten.

I pushed open the door of the motel to find the lobby wasn’t as clean as it should be-no surprise really.

I saw a middle-aged Albanian man sitting behind a desk smoking an E-Cigar. He glared at me as I walked over to him with a look of desperation and fear on my face.

I didn’t know what was happening or let alone what I was going to find, but I had to get the USB disk that Cypher left for me.

“Can I help you?” he asked placing the cigar down as if it was a real one.

“Yes, my name is Echo and I believe someone left something here for me.”

“Ah yes, some skinny little fellow.” He got up from his seat, letting out a sigh of frustration as if I interrupted his day, and he walked toward a back desk where he picked up a manilla envelope and handed it to me.

“The fellow went upstairs with some man, the man was very angry and—”

BANG!

Before I had a chance to figure out what just happened, I watched as the manager fell to the floor with a gunshot wound to his head. There was no way he survived that unless he was some goddamn zombie.

I quickly turned around to find the silhouette of man walking down the hallway slowly. The dimly lit hallway didn’t help make out who the hell this person was but as he got closer I spotted the black handgun in his right hand and then seconds later, I saw his face.

“Noah?!” I asked in complete shock, never once suspecting my boss to be a murderer.

“I can’t believe you actually showed up. Any normal person wouldn’t run into danger when one of their friends call them to pick up a suspicious package. Then again that was the issue I had with you, you’re not like any other fucking normal person.”

Noah’s hair was disheveled, he wore a white buttoned up shirt that wasn’t tucked into his pants and the top four buttons were ripped off revealing his hairy chiseled chest. On the front of the shirt he had a small splatter of blood. Considering he didn’t look as if he was wounded, I knew exactly whose blood that was.

“Where’s Cypher? Did you hurt him?”

“Did I hurt... are you fucking kidding me?! You barely knew him. And based on what I discovered, I barely knew him as well.”

He must’ve found about Cypher infiltrating Somin Agency. But why would he be this upset? It clearly had something to do with the USB disk I held in my hands. What was on it? And how bad could it be if Noah was standing there with a gun and rage in his eyes?

I didn’t know what exactly was Noah’s next move but I needed to keep him talking until I came up with an escape plan in my head. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t fucking know Cypher was working with Dave Amell, a top competitor of mine. I’ve been onto Dave’s plan when he first booked with Erik, I was told by Erik himself, that Dave offered him a position to work for him in his sad, pathetic and disgusting agency. I was surprised to hear that Erik turned his offer down. That was something I didn’t expect from him. I knew he was loyal to me but I didn’t know just how loyal he was until he told me about this. I was disgusted that Dave Amell would stoop so low as to poach one of my top escorts. But then something else happened. Something that took me by surprise.” Noah tightened his grip on the gun.

“Erik told me he was quitting. He said he ‘fell in love and wants to settle down.’ Little did I know, he fell in love with Robert Merlone, his regular John. I tried to talk him out of it because that is the number one rule of Somin! But he didn’t listen. He told me his last day was in three days. So I respected his wishes. Gave him two days to get his affairs in order, then on the third day, I ambushed him and Robert in the alleyway where they were going to meet and run off together.”

I gasped putting the pieces together. “Oh my God. You killed them. It wasn’t a murder-suicide.”

Noah gave me an applause as if I was a child that just got his first math problem correct. “Very good. If Erik can fall in love with any one so could the rest of you. He had to be an example, so I killed him because he betrayed the agency and worst of all, he betrayed me! I had to make it look like it was a murder-suicide in order for me to get away scotch free.”

“Okay, but what about Cypher? He was only there to help poach us. Nothing else.”

“He betrayed me!” he shouted angrily moving slowly towards me. “No one enters my house and betrays me. Not him, not Dave and most certainly not you.”

“I—I didn’t do anything,” I replied, stepping back slowly as Noah walked toward me tightening his grip on the gun.

“I know he made you an offer. He poached you, too. You never came to me or have yet denied his offer. Which means you’re not happy with Somin.”

“That isn’t true,” I stated. “I had a lot of things going on and I didn’t want to bother you since Cypher quit and—”

Noah shook his head. “No, this wasn’t about Cypher. This was about you. Somin took your broke, poor, ugly, fat ass in when no one else wanted you. I built you up when you were down, I gave you food when you were hungry. If it wasn’t for me, you would be dead in the streets.”

“Oh fuck you! You had nothing to do with that! It was I who saved me. All you did was give me a job.”

Okay, maybe arguing with someone who was holding a gun with a very loose trigger finger wasn’t the brightest decision I made, but I refused to let Noah take credit for who I am today. The only thing he could take credit for was helping me get a job. When it came to surviving and making myself better, that was all me! And no one else.

“A job you took for granted!”

“Bullshit! I worked my ass off for you, both physically and metaphorically! I love being an escort and I’m happy to be a part of Somin.”

He chuckled shaking his head. “No you’re not. If you were, you wouldn’t be thinking his offer over. It’s clear you’re not happy at Somin. So if you’re not happy with Somin, then Somin isn’t happy with you.”

BANG!

I felt a sharp sensation come from my right shoulder. It felt as if I ran right into the sharp edge of a dresser.

I looked at the gun in Noah’s hand and saw smoke coming from the barrel. Warm liquid ran down the inside of my shirt as if it was a snake slithering down my right arm.

I felt my knees buckle and I fell back onto the ground banging the back of my head against the urine colored tiled marble floor.

I was shot.

My breathing became shallow as I felt my blood cover my entire arm. I could feel my heartbeat slowing down with every second that passed by.

Noah stood over me pointing the gun at my face.

“I had very high hopes for you, Echo. Now you’re nothing more than what your name means. An echo in the distance, only to be forgotten and never heard from again.”

“Aiden,” I replied with my shallow breath trying hard to reserve it.

Noah lowered his eyebrows as if I had just said something in a different language. “What?”

“My name… is Aiden.”

I looked past the pathetic, desperate and sad man tightly holding the grip of the gun still aiming it at my face. But I paid him no mind, I stared blankly into the dim orange light overhead.

It was comforting and strangely, it warmed me as if it was heat coming from the radiator during a cold, frosty day.

With the last breath I was given, I thanked Noah for giving me this job because without it I wouldn’t have met Matteo Romero—a man I would never get the privilege to be with ever again.

Noah nodded his head, tightened his grip and—

BANG!

Everything went black.

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I’ve heard stories that when people die, they end up in a bright lit hallway where they meet an Angel who greets them like a bouncer at a club.

He then reads their name on a list of who’s going to Hell and who’s going to Heaven.

Instead, I ended up in a dark room.

I couldn’t tell if it was cold or warm or hot or even what it smelled like. All I knew was that it’s a dark room.

In one quick second, a bright spotlight turned on revealing someone standing before me and that person was—

“Me?!”

I was staring at myself as if I was looking through a head to toe mirror.

“I’m going to talk to myself?” I asked not entirely sure what was happening now.

“Not quite,” the other me said softly. “I’m Aiden. The part of you that gave up. However, you didn’t give up. After everything we’ve been through, you were always there being strong when I was weak. When we met Trevor… I heard you warning me… but I didn’t… I didn’t want to listen. Then even after we left him and moved here, I knew it was time for me to sit back and let you take over. I lost hope so many times, but you never did. You were there when T needed someone. You aren’t like me. You’re stronger than that and that’s what I’ve always admired about you.”

“And where did that lead us? We’re both dead now.”

“Very so, but you never gave up before. Why give up now?” Okay, maybe I finally understood what the dickwads in my life meant when they said my voice was annoying.

Aiden was basically a fortune cookie telling me crap that made no sense, then again none of this made any sense!

“Um. I’m not sure what you’re talking about. We’re dead, there’s no giving up because there’s no trying. This is the end of the line.”

“Do you remember why you named yourself Echo?”

Of course I remembered.

The story was simple, but the origin of the name came from Greek Mythology.

Echo was a mountain Nymph who Zeus enjoyed associating with on Earth. It wasn’t a surprise that Zeus had a reputation of being promiscuous. So when his wife/sister Hera heard who Zeus was spending time with, she flew down to Earth in hopes of confronting them.

Zeus ordered Echo to protect him at all costs, an order she was happy to oblige by. Once she was confronted by Hera, the Goddess cursed Echo’s speech making her only allowed to repeat the last word spoken to her.

This didn’t come in handy when she met a handsome man named Narcissus and fell madly in love with him. The problem was, she couldn’t tell him how she truly felt because of the curse. So she watched him fall more and more in love… with himself.

I decided to name myself Echo because an echo comes from different people, different voices, repeating different words and it’s never just one particular word or voice. It was nonexistent but always heard. That’s me. Nonexistent but heard.

When I was “Echo the Escort” I was anyone my clients wanted me to be. I was either a date, an old friend, or their fantasy.

In life, I was everyone but myself and I didn’t mind that because, I loved keeping a sense of mystery. Only those who were important to me knew the truth… which sadly, was no one.

“Yeah I remember,” I said smiling to myself.

“Then you also know, an echo isn’t weak. They’re strong sounds sometimes too strong and if timed out perfectly, those echoes can be something beautiful.”

“I—I don’t understand.”

Aiden smiled at me in a very pretentious way. “You will soon enough. Right now? You need to be… clear!”

“Huh?” I asked not sure what was going on with him.

“I said, CLEAR!”

ZAP!

A jolt of electricity rushed through my body and before I knew it, I was hearing voices and seeing a bright light.

“We got a pulse!” Someone shouted.

“Thank God! Get him to the OR we need to close that wound.”

Hmmm… I guess I’m not dead after all.