Memoirs of a Male Escort

One of the trickiest rules you must always abide by as an escort is to expect the unexpected. This may seem obvious or even trivial, but you would be surprised at how often a person can be caught off guard. What would you do when a client asked you to piss on them? Well, I laughed. I thought he was joking. I mean, wouldn’t you?

Needless to say it got me into big trouble with the boss. So from then on I learned never to even hesitate at a request, no matter how odd, and to always expect a surprise.

If you’re expecting it, it can’t surprise you.

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Several years passed and Draco grew into his role as an escort, a companion to men. The realization that he was in fact, quite gay, came as a sudden jolt, but it all worked out in the end. If that hadn’t been the case his life would have been forfeit as he wouldn’t have continued under Madame X’s employ, and if he broke contract with her, she would no doubt turn him into the Ministry—or worse.

He had countless conquests under his belt now, and usually enjoyed them. The longer he stayed under employ there, the emptier he felt. He had no one to call his own, no one to come home to at night. There was no room for a relationship in the life he led. No one would have put up with his occupation, nor should they. Draco felt twinges of jealousy toward his clients on occasion. He could only imagine how awful a serious boyfriend would feel every night that Draco didn’t come home.

So he carefully put all personal feelings aside. He wouldn’t be able to do this job forever of course, and one day he would have to figure a way out, but for now he could be content, maybe even happy with the way things were.

Over the years he had grown to respect and appreciate his boss more than he ever thought he would. She took excellent care of him and reserved the highest clientele for his jobs. He was given preferential treatment and he enjoyed it. He was also paid so well that it was easy to give his mother the kind of life she deserved.

Narcissa had moved to France a few years back, unable to understand Draco’s willingness to continue his profession even after the Malfoy name had been mostly cleared. They could have gone before the Wizengamot and been cleared of all charges if he had wished to, but he stayed hidden. He lived more in the world of muggles than that of wizards now, and he was better for it.

He often wondered if she would be more accepting of his situation if he were with someone serious instead of the perpetual one night stands? It probably didn’t matter much though, because as of yet, he had no desire to quite his profession, and no one worth the trouble.

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The Present

The phone chirped and Draco picked it up without a thought. “Malfoy,” he answered.

The voice on the other end was familiar but harried. “Draco I have a special request for you,” she said.

“Whatever you need, Madame X, you know that,” he said automatically.

“This one is very high profile,” Madame X continued. Draco barely registered a word of it, almost all of his clients were high profile. “And a wizard.” She said at last.

Draco took a deep breath and let it out sharply. So far Madame X had been careful to keep him out of the wizarding population, more for her own peace of mind than his, he suspected, but still, why now?

“I thought you had reasons for keeping me away from wizards,” he said lightly, carefully making it known he was in no way challenging her, only asking a question.

“I do, but none of them apply to this case… or rather they cannot, because I have no real choice in the matter. This is a very powerful man, Draco. I need you to be on your best behavior… and be careful,” she said before hanging up.

Draco sat for a moment, staring out over the skyline. No name, no address, nothing. That was not like Madame X. She usually wanted Draco well prepared, and on this occasion, she gave him nothing besides a terse warning. Something was wrong.

A knock on the door broke him from his thoughts and he answered it, spotting Dimitri through the peephole. The bulky man handed him a slip of paper with an address but no name. “Do you know who it is?” he asked.

The bodyguard shook his head and smirked. “You know I don’t get information like that. But she did say to take the Lotus for this trip.”

Draco nodded. “So he likes fast sports cars?”

Dimitri grunted. “Doesn’t everyone?”

Shutting the door again, Draco laughed. He knew better than to invite Dimitri in. The man would say no. It wasn’t part of his job description to loiter with the employees. Draco never argued. He knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of one of Madame X’s tirades.

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Dressed in a smart gray suit and simple yet expensive black dress robes, Draco drove toward the given address. He let his hair blow in the breeze created by fast speeds and the countryside. The address wasn’t in London, and he had a bit of a trek ahead of him.

More time to think and more time to worry. Why had Madame X seemed so spooked, and why had she sent him? Granted she only had one other wizard in employ. He was a bloke from Durmstrang in the same situation as Draco, only not nearly as good looking, so usually she risked his neck instead.

Did he do something wrong? He raced through the last several clients and couldn’t note a single thing out of the ordinary. No one had seemed less than satisfied when he left them, and he couldn’t imagine any of them giving him a bad report.

No, it must just be exactly as she said, he decided. A high profile wizard and she could only send the best. He was the best after all.

When he pulled up to the written address he felt slightly uneasy. The house looked vaguely familiar and he knew why as soon as he saw the family crest above the doorway.

This was the Black Family Manor.

He almost turned around and left. Nothing in his job description indicated that he must participate in incest, nor would he. He’d fight that one tooth and nail if it came to it. The man would just have to settle for the second best wizard in Madame X’s retinue.

Was that why she had been so hesitant to tell him anything? Draco started to get angry just thinking about it. Trying to calm himself, he was almost back to the car when he remembered something.

He seemed to recall that back in his sixth year, his mother mentioned the family home passing out of the line of Black’s. She and Aunt Bella had been livid because Sirius bequeathed the home to someone not of their own line and she didn’t even know who.

So he turned around and walked back up the drive, pausing for a moment in front of the door. He knocked hesitantly and waited, preparing himself for anything. Expect the unexpected. He repeated it silently like a mantra.

The door opened slowly and Draco’s jaw nearly hit the floor as a ruggedly handsome Harry Potter stood in the doorway.

He hadn’t been expecting this.

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