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A Day in the Life of a Gentleman for Hire

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A Day in the Life of a Gentleman for Hire Interview

Gentlemen for hire are on duty 24/7. They may be wanted for a little morning pick-me-up, for some afternoon delight, or for some hot, passionate night nooky.

Sometimes all in the same day. And night.

I recently met a gentleman I’ll call Alex, who makes a pretty good living as a “pleasure provider.”  He prefers that term to sex worker. *

“You’d be surprised at how mundane my life is outside of working hours,” he pointed out.

“I don’t party – I don’t drink or do drugs. I can’t. I’ve got to be able to perform at a moment’s notice…” – he knew I knew what “perform” meant – “and I’ve got to keep my figure.”

That’s right, he actually said, “I’ve got to keep my figure.”

And he certainly had a very nice figure. He was just at six feet tall, I’d say, and although he was fully dressed he was wearing a tight white shirt it was easy to see his biceps and his six-pack. He filled out his jeans nicely too.

“You work out?” I said. It was more of a statement than a question.

He nodded. “I’ve got to. My clients would not be happy to see me with a paunch. I suppose I don’t really need the six pack” – he pulled up his shirt with a grin so I could get a really good look at that six-pack – but I love the way women love to run their fingers up and down those ridges in admiration.”

“How long do you spend working out?” I asked him.

“I go to my gym three times a week. I’d say I’m there for a couple of hours. I use the free weights. You’ve got to use free weights – those exercise machines they have don’t give a workout to all the muscles like free weights do.”

“And cardio?”

“Cardio I do at home. I bike. I’m not much of a runner – I can’t risk hurting my knees or anything. I do a bit of yoga to keep limber, and I bike ten miles a day.”

I nodded my appreciation.

He grinned. “I’ve got to keep fit, for more reasons than just one.” He winked again.

“What else do you between clients,” I asked.

“I watch the news. I’ve got to keep in touch with current events. I’m not just a….” he gestured with his hand, “pleasure provider. I’ve got lots of clients who hire me to escort them to a fine restaurant, or to a concert. No sex involved. They just want a handsome guy on their arm. And they want to be able to talk to me about current events – politics, movies, art – just like they would with a boyfriend if they had one.”

“I suppose that’s business women? They don’t have time to date, right?”

He shrugged. “That seems to be it most of the time. That’s what they tell me, anyway.”

“Your clients tell you their innermost secrets?”

He nodded. “They sure do.  They love to talk, especially because I listen to them. And they know I’m listening to them. It’s not like it’s going in one ear and out the other – which is what they sometimes feel like with their boyfriends. But I’m paid to pay attention to them, so I do.”

That was a rather cynical view of the girlfriend-boyfriend relationship, but I let it pass.

“It’s important to be a good listener in this business,” he continued. “That’s why I have a lot of return clients. They feel ignored by their boyfriend or husband. He’s sitting there in his shorts watching the game on TV while she wants to go out and dance. Or she comes home from an exciting day at work and he’s just not interested in anything she has to say.”

I thought that the women in question should have a little heart-to-heart talk with their boyfriend or husband about that, but I stayed mum.  I was curious about a day in the life of a gentleman for hire, not a day in the life of the woman who hired him. I’d look into that later!

“So, you make a good living?” I asked.

He nodded. “I’m happy,” he said. “I’ve got a little house, just big enough for me. Clients never come there, you know, although I wouldn’t be ashamed if they did. But it’s all about privacy and discretion in this business. I usually meet them at a hotel or motel – very rarely do I go to her house, even if she’s single. If she lives in a big apartment block, that’s different.  No one pays attention to who comes and goes there.”

“Do you have a girlfriend of your own?” I asked.

He shook his head with his biggest smile yet. “I may settle down one day. But I’m having too much fun right now.”

He finished the rest of his coffee, brushed his fingers across the back of my hand – purely a habit, I’m sure – and walked out of the coffee house to continue his day.

Ashley Rosemont

Ashley Rosemont is a feature columnist for Sssh.com, the web’s original porn site for women by women. She is a Renaissance woman of many talents, but tries to remain humble in the face of all the curveballs life throws her way. She has been a professional writer for over two decades, and specializes in writing on media, culture, health and sexuality.
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Ashley Rosemont

Written by Ashley Rosemont

Ashley Rosemont is a feature columnist for Sssh.com, the web’s original porn site for women by women. She is a Renaissance woman of many talents, but tries to remain humble in the face of all the curveballs life throws her way. She has been a professional writer for over two decades, and specializes in writing on media, culture, health and sexuality.

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