Echo the Escort: 'The Killer' (Pt. 3)

9/20/2018

Early preparations before meeting any client varied among escorts.

Those who were Tops (men who give dick) only had to man scape their cocks and balls, shave their faces and shower.

But us Bottoms (men who take dick) had to do a lot more than that.

Because many of the clients choose me on the fact I’m effeminate and it’s easier for them to imagine being with a woman because of my voice while they’re fucking me, I do my best to make sure I was smooth (having a hairless ass and chest) and that I was clean.

While I would’ve preferred shaving with a good ol’ fashioned razor, Noah has a contract with a local spa which offers us free waxing. And boy do I hate getting waxed!

Have you ever had someone pour hot wax between your ass cheeks and instead of counting down when they were going to peel off the wax, they just rip it off?! Then they go in for more! How I envy Tops at times.

Aside from making my ass smoother and shinier than a bowling ball, I had to douche and this process for me is easier to do and not at all painful.

I always want to make sure I’m clean anyways, because a majority of times I’m making sure my clients come to a sensible relief but I’m stuck with a hard on when I return home. So once I get back to my place, I kick off my shoes and have some fun with Mr. Hamm.

RRRing! RRRing! RRRing!

The sound of my cellphone caused me to flinch.

Who the hell would be calling me at 6:26 AM? I thought to myself as I walked out of my bedroom wearing only a pair of black laced panties given to me by a client last week.

He told me that most Bottoms wore panties because they’re comfortable and I’m not going to lie, these laced panties made my ass look rounder than usual, but my penis and balls weren’t too thrilled as they were practically screaming “Ouch!”

My cellphone was charging in the living room because that’s where I was, while binge watching a few episodes of my favorite show How to Get Away With Murder.

I unplugged the phone from the charger and read the caller I.D which had "T" on it.

T was an associate at Somin and a fellow Bottom. We usually get together once a month to watch a horrible movie and talk shit about it.

Why the hell is he calling me? I thought to myself as I swiped the answer button mentally preparing myself for the fakest conversation I was about to endure.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, bitch!” T greeted in his usual high pitch squeal.

“Ugh! How are you always so chirpy in the morning?” I asked not sure how anyone who gets three full hours of sleep could be as chirpy as a Macy’s Perfume worker.

“When you look as cute as I do you always wake up with a smile on your face.” He answered back in his typical vanity attitude.

I have some friends and some acquaintances at Somin but T has always been a friend. He and I have been through a lot together and although I like to keep my past a secret. He knows I was in an abusive relationship, because so was he when he was heavily using crystal meth years ago and tried to commit suicide because of it.

He likes to think of me as a protégé he was training to be just like him, although I was employed at Somin three years before he was. Eh, whatever helped him sleep at night.

“So what’s up?” I asked hoping to speed the conversation up because these panties were really starting to cramp up my balls.

“Did you hear about Erik?” He asked.

There was a few seconds of silence, which clearly meant he was waiting for me to answer whether I heard about Erik or not.

Erik is another Bottom. He gets all the high roller clients, I’m talking about athletes, studio execs, fashion designers, models, rappers, UFC fighters and even CEOs. I’ve met him once and he made a sly comment referring to my ass being fake which was laughable considering the only surgery I’ve ever gotten was dental, but he’s clearly never met a Puerto Rican before so bless his heart.

I waited to see if maybe T would continue on with the conversation but he was waiting for me to answer the question, I guess my silence wasn’t as loud as I had hoped.

“No, I didn’t hear about him. What happened?”

“Bitch, he’s dead!”

“What?! Are you shitting me?” I asked sounding like a pure New Yorker. If this was a sick joke, T was more fucked up than I initially thought.

“Not at all. He was found alongside his John in the alleyway of the Villa Milla Motel Hotel. The police ruled it a murder-suicide.”

“Who was his John? And is it on the news or—”

“You know fucking well this was on the news. But it was completely edited down to omit Somin and any connections to the other escorts. I don’t know who his John was but apparently he’s a huge computer whiz in Italy as this is trending more over there.”

“Shit that’s crazy.” Although I wasn’t fond of Erik as a person, it’s still disheartening and sick to hear a fellow escort was killed by his client.

“Tell me about it. That’s one of the fucked up things about our jobs. We’re too good at riding and sucking dicks that our clients want to have us all to themselves and when we aren’t interested they won’t hesitate to pop two caps in our faces and then off themselves. It’s a messed up world we live in.”

I nodded my head as I gave up and took the panties off. I threw them across the room and sighed in relief, as my balls were free and not at all being squashed to death.

“So any plans for today?” T asked changing the subject faster than a Broadway show doing wardrobe changes.

“Yeah. I have an appointment with a client at 3 PM and now I’m just trying to get my outfit for the day.”

“Hey listen. I wanted to know if you’re still coming to my birthday party in a few weeks?”

Shit! I forgot all about the party he was throwing on October 10. I could make up an excuse to get out of it but I do enjoy parties and T always threw one hell of a party.

“I’m sorry I didn’t RSVP, it’s been crazy on my end but you got yourself a deal. I will be there.”

“Remember it’s a dress down party, so you gotta wear a jockstrap or—no! Scratch them! You come dressed! No offense, but I don’t want your fat ass stealing my thunder.”

Isn’t it funny how some people would say having a fat ass was a bad thing, while others want to either eat it, worship it, lay on it or fuck it?

T would always joke about the size of my ass in good humor and I’m proud to have it but I never flaunted it, that would be beneath me.

“Okay.” I replied back with a smile on my face. “I promise to dress up. We wouldn’t want to scare people.”

“Perfect! Okay gotta go! Have fun!”

Thankfully, T hung up the phone and I let out a sigh of frustration as I placed the phone back on the charger.

Erik’s death was still on my mind and it made me think about the clients I’ve had in the past.

As an escort, our job is to make the client happy and I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe one of my clients confused our arrangement for something a bit … more.

Today’s client wasn’t one I had to worry about because he was one of my regulars.

His name is Soa ‘The Killer’ Muano, he’s a Samoan wrestler from Canada’s professional wrestling circuit. He was actually the first openly gay wrestler to hold the title championship for more than three years. He reminds me of that fact, every time I’m giving him a blowjob while he fingers me.

He wasn’t like most of my regular clients and the reasons for that was simple:

He loves to converse after he gets relief it’s his version of pillow talk. The conversations usually lead to him asking how my day is going and what’s new in my life.

He loves to kiss. I have heard stories where many escorts don’t kiss their clients because it’s a passionate notion that means the client is much more than a client, but when I’m having sex all I want to do is kiss. It’s how I get off.

He loves to do impressions of other celebrities. Although the impressions aren’t as good as he thinks, he just does them to make me laugh.

Being with him, even if only for two hours, made me forget about any and all drama in my life.

I looked back down at my phone and shook my head currently having the thought of Erik’s death still looming in the back of my mind.

Poor kid. Poor situation. Whatever happened, I just hope Noah plans on doing something special for Erik. I may not have liked the guy, but he was still one of us.

***

3:40 PM at Billerain Hotel:

When men Top, there is a sense of dominance that takes over their body and they, for a lack of a better term, pound the Bottom’s ass. This pounding leads to the Bottom enduring pain while the Top enjoys the relief he’s getting.

Of course, sex isn’t painful if it’s done right, but sadly many Tops don’t care about the well being of their Bottom, just as long as he’s clean and their type.

God bless the Tops who do enjoy pleasing us!

One of those ‘generous’ Tops in question is Soa a.k.a 'The Killer.'

He loves to take his time with me as if I’m his little clay and he was going to mold me into whatever he wanted by using his hands-of course it’s usually a mixture of his hands, spit, tongue and lips. And for the past 40 minutes, he was doing a hell of a lot with his tongue as he ate my ass.

But when he was finally done, he flipped me over on my back so I was facing him and he spread my legs open to slowly push his thick circumcised, condom covered cock inside of me.

I arched my back upwards allowing myself to take the rest of his 10.9-inch length, he didn’t want to hurt me, he wanted to please.

I never met a man who put my needs before his. Now I see what his fiancé saw in him.

Before I could moan another word, the 5’10 thick Samoan grabbed my uncut length with his right hand and began to jerk me off slowly.

Chills ran down my spine as he pushed my foreskin revealing the head of my cock, he rubbed his index finger all over the tip using my pre-cum as if it was lube and he tightened his grip as he began to jerk me off.

I wasn’t expecting that, but Soa is unpredictable every single time we were together.

With him jerking me off and him inside of me, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I caved in. It wasn’t fair! Usually I was the one in charge of pleasing him, but not today and not at this moment.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something that would distract me from cumming. I didn’t want to cum! I never cum before Soa, it was always him before me. Why was he torturing me like this?

“Don’t be afraid, babe.” He grunted as he thrusted his length deeper inside of me and left it there.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” I heard myself whine as I gripped the bedsheets looking at him.

“I know.” His voice stated as he gave me a smirk. “That’s the point.”

“Ooooh! Shit!”

I couldn’t hold it in any longer, my body wouldn’t let me. All it took was one strong grip from Soa for me to release myself allover his hand and on my chest.

Soa did something I never thought he would, he pulled out of me, yanked the condom off his cock and he aimed his length at my chest like it was a gun. Then seconds later he fired his creamy load all over my chest. He continued to stroke his length emptying the barrel and he panted trying to catch his breath.

Unlike the Senator, I enjoyed when a man would cum on my chest rather than on my face, I don’t know why but it was more special like that.

“Damn baby!” He said jumping off the bed.

I sat up watching him walk over to the bathroom. He had a very plump butt for a Top. Although I’m a bottom I do enjoy gripping a Top’s ass as he fucks me.

I looked down at the pattern of semen on my chest. I didn’t know which belonged to him and which belonged to me.

“How is it you manage to wow me every time we hang out?” He asked returning to me holding two rags in his hands.

“Every time we 'hang out?' You’re making it sound like we’re fuck buddies.” I replied grabbing one of the rags.

“Well we kinda are.”

I chuckled wiping the reward of our sweaty 40 minute session from my chest. “I don’t think a fuck buddy charges by the session.”

He nodded. “True, but imagine if we were. Imagine if you weren’t working at Somin anymore and that you weren’t an escort but… you were mine.”

I quickly sat up on the bed lowering my eyebrows. I was expecting "The Killer" to have a "gotcha" smile on his face because that was one hell of a joke, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked at me with concern and emotion in his eyes.

“Soa, I don’t think I like where this is going.” I replied standing up from the bed.

“I know it sounds fucking insane but everything I do is insane! I mean think about it, you and I have an amazing time every single time we meet up. Your ass tastes like fucking cotton candy and your mouth does more for me than my fiancé’s ever could.”

I have been told by many that my ass has a certain sweet taste to it and I honestly don’t know how that works since I don’t put any edible lotions on it. I know many escorts who rub edible dessert lotion on their asses to make it taste like candy but not me. I never had any complaints though.

“That is the key word there.” I replied grabbing the pair of red boxer briefs I wore earlier off of the floor. “You have a fiancé and although I really really love our time together, we can’t think of this as anything more than just a business transaction.”

Placing my underwear on, my mind went to Erik’s death. How his client killed him before turning the gun on himself. Was this turning out to be something like that situation? Although Soa is a gentle giant, he is also a professional wrestler who’s suffered more bumps to the head than a twink bottoming for a bear.

If this was going to turn into me being attacked then you better believe I had a taser inside of my bag ready to go if need be—but the gentle bear wasn’t that type of man.

He sat on the edge of the bed and shook his head. “You’re right. I’m sorry, it’s just been a crazy week. Greggory dumped me.”

“What?” I gasped. I was shocked to hear his fiancé dumped him. Soa was an amazing catch. He was handsome, sexy, had a big cock and was honest…well to an extent.

“I’m so sorry.” I replied sitting next to him on the bed. “Did he find out about us?”

He shook his head slowly. “Greggory always knew about you. That wasn’t a secret. He just didn’t want to be with me anymore.” He turned to me and let out a deep sigh. “Have you ever been in love before?”

Love. That was a word I have heard many times before, but none of the definitions seemed to have matched the chaos I endured years ago, when I thought I was in love.

Sure I’ll tell a Top “Oh my God! I love your cock!” or “I love your tongue, baby, mmmmm go deeper!” but I never meant it. I just said it to give their egos a boost. Having a Top with a bruised ego was like lighting a candle with no fire, useless.

Love isn’t something that comes easily for guys like me.

Guys who are not only effeminate and thick, but guys who are Escorts.

How could you possibly date someone who changes his personality daily to fit his client’s need? And why would anyone love me? My past is more fucked up than the President’s administration.

I shook my head looking down. “No I’ve never been in love.” I lied.

I expected him to go on a full rant about how it’s a beautiful thing but he just said, “Good, don’t ever fall in love. That shit fucking hurts.”

I don’t know why but a laugh came out of my mouth which confused both Soa and I. I grabbed his soft length, “It doesn’t hurt more than taking your fucking cock.”

A smile spread across his face and he apologized for any pain he had caused me but it wasn’t at all painful. He knew what he was doing.

“Look, I didn’t mean to sound like a stalker. It’s just, you and I have been conducting business for four years now and I think this is the only relationship I’ve been able to maintain for this long. Sometimes I forget that we’re just client and escort.”

“And you’re my favorite client.”

He looked at me with hope in his eyes. “Would your boss get peeved if we cuddle?”

“Hmm considering you booked me for an hour session and we have 20 minutes left, I don’t think he’ll mind.”

“Good.” Soa laid back on the bed and I rested my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around my body.

I don’t know how the hell Soa manages to do it but he makes all my worries go away with just a cuddle.

Maybe love isn’t something I need, maybe it’s just Soa cuddling me every night.

Whenever I was in his embrace the world around me stopped moving—if only the world did stop because I had no idea, the shit that was about to hit the fan.