Memoirs of a Male Escort

Author\'s Note: Okay, so since this one is so far behind, I\'ll post an extra chapter to help catch you all up. Many thanks to Alexandra, who beta-ed this and several other updated chapters in the same day.



Chapter 2 Dirty



The first rule to being a male escort is to give your client exactly what they want. Some people are harder to read than others, but I’ve never had a problem with anyone so far. Most of my clients are muggles, which works well for me since I’m a wanted criminal to the Minister of Magic.



To the muggles… I’m just wanted.



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Madam X wouldn’t hear a word of Draco’s protests. She recited that he had agreed to a verbal contract and that she upheld her end of the deal. His mother would be able to live a prostitution free life, because Draco was taking on that burden for her.



“I’ve never had sex with a man before,” Draco added hesitantly.



“There’s a first time for everything, dear,” she answered after swallowing her bite of salad. “Don’t worry, most of your clients will be bottoms. It’ll be just like sleeping with a woman… well a woman with a cock. We can get you some lessons with Vladimir if you’re worried though.”



Draco shuddered. He had met Vladimir, and he had no intention of sleeping with that man. If the massive size of his shoulders, arms and legs were any indication, that was not how he wanted to break himself in.



Madam X chuckled at the look on his face and continued to eat her lunch. Draco hadn’t touched his. He was busy running his finger over the manila file folder she had set in front of him upon her arrival. It held the name, occupation, photo, address and profile notes of every man he could be partnered with in the upcoming weeks.



The file was thick.



He hadn’t bothered opening it yet, too afraid of what he would find. The woman across from him, his boss, he realized with a shudder, was still merrily eating her salad, completely oblivious to Draco’s inner turmoil.



“Draco dear, don’t look so worried,” she said at last. “I’ll be kind with your first client. I’ll make sure he’s one of the gentle boys—and pretty. We’ll ease you into it.”



“Gee, thanks,” Draco replied sarcastically.



“For the time being, enjoy your new flat. It’s a perk of being one of our most desirable escorts. You’ll find a new wardrobe and if you need anything, just ring Vladimir or Dimitri,” she said as she got up.



She placed a small silver contraption in his hand. “That’s your cell. Don’t lose it. You’ll need to touch base with us from it periodically when you’re on a job. We need to make sure our staff stays safe,” she said, patting him on the cheek before she walked away.



Draco opened the file and swallowed thickly. There must have been thirty blokes or more in there. Some of them were attractive enough, but for the most part, Draco could understand why they had to pay for sex.



Though Madame X had been clear that not all of the arrangements involved sex—some clients only wanted a premium date to an event, or someone to talk to when they were lonely—most expected sex as part of the package.



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Draco went home to his flat, which he had to admit was quite nice. It was a three-bedroom two-bath loft with a large modern kitchen and floor to ceiling windows in most of the rooms. It was in a high-rise in central London, and overlooked the Thames.



As his boss said, he found his new walk in closet fully equipped with any known designer clothing manufacturer that there was. He had suits and casual clothes, even a few dress robes for the rare wizard encounters he would have.



He tried on a couple of things before padding out to his living room and flipping on the thing he had discovered the night before. Vladimir had said it was a television, and every time Draco mashed a button on that slim magic wand that came with it, the image changed.



Draco found it fascinating.



He was engrossed in some trashy soap opera when his cell phone chirped. He picked it up gingerly and opened it. “Hello?” he asked into the small contraption. He felt like he was going to break it.



“Your first client will be Caleb Anders. You’ll find him in your file so study up. You are to pick him up at his town house at seven sharp. Take the BMW,” she said quickly and then hung up.



Draco listened to the dial tone for a moment and then put the phone away. He reached for the file and flipped it open to reveal that evenings date - no, client.



She had held to her word. Caleb looked to be about Draco’s height, with dark curly hair and blue eyes. He was probably one of the nicest looking boys in the file. Draco swallowed thickly and went into the bathroom.



He showered and dressed in a smart black on black pinstripe suit and headed out the door. Standing by the elevator was Dimitri.



“Madame X mentioned something about a BMW? What is that?” Draco asked.



Dimitri lowered his black sunglasses to the tip of his nose and looked at Draco incredulously. “You can’t drive, can you?” he asked.



Draco looked down at his expensive Italian loafers and shook his head. He had seen car commercials on the television, so he knew what Dimitri was referring to. He deduced that a BMW must be a type of car.



“I’ll drive, then. I’ll get Sam to teach you tomorrow,” he grunted, and Draco followed him into the elevator and down to the garage.



The car ride was exhilarating. It was nothing compared to flying of course, but it was the closest he had ever been to it. Dimitri showed him a few tricks along the way, and agreed to chauffer Draco and his client around for the night.



The man on the curb matched his photo, he was lean and fit and had what looked to be a good body under his suit. He smiled a pristine white grin at Draco as he got out of the car. He hooked his arm through Draco’s and let him slid him into the backseat.



Draco had decided that afternoon just to treat it as if he were courting any other society girl that his parents had set him up with. He assumed that if he looked at it that way, there would be no issues.



Caleb was handsome, very handsome. His hair seemed familiar with its curly locks that were almost black, and it was messy, as if nothing the man could do, would tame it. It seemed soft though, and Draco found himself wanting to run his fingers through it.



The man appraised him and seemed equally pleased. “Madame X always hires the best doesn’t she?” he asked.



Draco smiled and shrugged elegantly. “I wouldn’t know. I only just started myself, and I have yet to meet any others.”



“She told me that, that I’m your first… in every way,” he added suggestively.



Draco blushed and nodded lightly.



Caleb laughed and put a hand on Draco’s knee, slow massaging it. “Relax, Draco. You’re in good hands,” he said with a wink.



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Draco woke up in a foreign bed and he ached. The images from his night with Caleb filled his mind and he shuddered. Partially from the fact that his arse was still a bit sore, but also because he realized he had enjoyed it. He had loved every passionate minute with Caleb and was now luxuriating in the man’s bed.



He heard soft footfalls coming from the adjacent bathroom and he opened his eyes and grinned at Caleb. He was still wet from his shower and only had a towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh good, your up. I’ll need you to get going, my wife will be here any minute,” he said hurriedly.



Draco’s eyes went wide and his mouth gaped. “Wife?”



Caleb nodded. “Yeah, sure. All proper executives have wives, who they fuck on their own time is their own business. Rebecca doesn’t ask questions, but all the same I’d rather not have to explain your presence.”



Draco nodded, still feeling a bit nauseous at being thrown out of the man’s house. He had literally been Draco’s first… in every way, as Caleb had said before. Draco had never even had sex with a woman, so by all accounts, he had just lost his virginity to a stranger who had paid him for it and was now giving him the toss.



The truth of it all smacked Draco across the face like the Hogwarts Express. He dressed quickly; picked up the envelope of cash Caleb had left him on the nightstand and slipped it into his pocket. He left as quickly as he could, nodding to a blonde in the lobby, wondering if that had been Mrs. Anders.



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Later that morning, when he got home, he stripped down and took a long shower. He tried to scrub away the feelings he had the previous night, but nothing helped. He still felt dirty, unclean, and unlovable.



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