Ives a male prostitute for a decent portion of time. I didn' t realize how dangerous it was until this
incident happened. I wasn' t a normal male prostitute, I didn' t service to other males. I was unique in
that I only serviced females, which is very rare for a male prostitute. I was eye candy and a former
model, so that helped me gain customers. [I needed the money, college, man.)
Cine day the place I "work for" got a call from a young girl, only 22 years old. This was quite unusual
because we usual serviced older women who were tired of their husbands, 22 year olds usually never
called us and when they did it' s because they were incredibly obese or ugly beyond hope.
I went to the address specified in the call and a pretty girl opened the door. She said she was the one
who called. She introduced herself as Annie. I felt very lucky, for once I didn' t have to help an old hag
reach orgasm, I had a beautiful young girl. I clicked at once with her. She started talking to me and we
had a surprisingly good conversation. She said that she had gotten involved in some bad people and
the reason she was calling a male escort service was she just wanted some male company for a night.
She ' d get a decent looking young man, and she hadn' t had sex in awhile.
Annie said was afraid to leave her apartment because the "bad people" was her
Apparently, he was involved in some gangsters and she broke up with him because she didn' t like that.
She told me the gangsters weren' t normal hoodrats, they were pretty organized. She' d gotten death
threats and was afraid to even call the police. So she stayed home. She' d been in her house for
months, only going out to get some food from a grocery store a block down.
She feared for her life, basically.
I felt bad for her and desperately wanted to comfort her. But I knew my place. I was a male hooker. So
we started. Long story short, unlike my other clients I genuinely enjoyed this one. I liked the work for
We finished and layed in bed cuddling [even though that technically didn' t come with what she paid for).
After an hour or so I asked Annie if I could use her restroom. She said that would be OK so I got up
and went piss. As I was shaking my penis to get the last drops of urine out, I heard a loud BANG and
heard some glass shatter.
Iran out to see what had happened, I assumed she had slipped or something but when I came in I was
shocked at what I saw.
She was on the ground lying in her own blood. I sawa bullet wound on her neck. I ran to her and said,
Annie Are You OK? So, Annie Are You DH: Are You CDW, Annie Annie Are You OK So, Annie Are You DH:
Are You CDW, Annie Annie Are You OK So, Annie Are You DH: Are You CDW, Annie Annie Are You OK So,
Annie Are You CDW, Are You CDW, Annie? You' Seen Hit By, You' Seen Struck By A Smooth Criminal"