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Thor (Recherche #1)
Author: L.P. Lovell

 

 

My name is Thor Jameson. I’m the guy men want to be and women want to do.

Am I arrogant? Of course. I have a successful business, a healthy bank account and women throwing themselves at me. The best part…those women are paying me.

My name is Thor Jameson and I’m a male escort. No, I’m the male escort. My reputation for guaranteed satisfaction and utmost discretion is unrivalled. So much so that I now own Recherché, an elite escort agency. Whatever your tastes, we’ve got it covered.

 

I’m selling your fantasy. Are you buying?

 

 

“Can’t you just stay tonight?” I glance over my shoulder at April who is stretched out on the mattress, her peroxide blonde hair splayed over the pillow and her fake tits standing up like two fucking balloons. “I’ll give you an extra ten.” She purrs. A satisfied smile remains on her lips and her eyes are half closed in that post-orgasmic haze. I grab my jeans and yank them back on.

“Sorry babe. You know that’s not my gig.”

I find my discarded shirt and put it on. Her eyes remain fixed on my stomach as I fasten the buttons and disappointment paints her features.

“Twenty.” She counters.

I sigh. Twenty grand is no small amount of money, but I have rules that I have to follow. One of them is you do not spend the night, no matter how much they beg or how much money they offer. I’m an escort, not her boyfriend. I’ll go to any function with her, I’ll pretend to be her fella and I’ll make every person who meets me damn well believe it, but at the end of the night, I’m not. I clock out and I go home because this is a job. She is a job.

She says nothing, instead sitting up and pulling on a satin dressing gown as she moves around the bottom of the monstrous sleigh bed. I pick up my wallet, phone, and keys off the bedside table and shove them in my pocket. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she steps close to me and scratches her perfectly manicured nails over the exposed skin of my chest. April Farley is in her early forties and has probably spent half her husband's fortune on plastic surgery and personal trainers, the other half she’s spent paying me to fuck her. She’s a good client, a little clingy, but that’s nothing new in this line of work. It’s my job to make her feel special, and women get attached to that notion.

“He’s away again on Friday.” She says sliding her hands over my neck and cupping my face. I flash her a crooked smile and wind one hand through her hair, cupping her arse and yanking her towards me with the other. She gasps and a blush creeps over her face.

“Then I’ll see you Friday.” I kiss her, allowing my lips to linger before I nip her bottom lip and let go. I turn and walk away without a backwards glance.

This is what I do. Some people are good with numbers, others can play multiple instruments. Me? I can make any woman wet with a look. And that is a skill with an awful lot of power. April is married to some billionaire who travels all the time. She’s lonely, so she pays me fifty grand a month to make her scream, and scream…and scream. Hell, for that kind of money there’s not a lot I wouldn’t do, least of all blow my load in an attractive woman. Did I mention I love my job?

 

I pull up outside my house and get out of the car. Maddox’s Mercedes and Kaden’s Porsche are both parked on the street, which means they’re here. It’s early evening and it’s just starting to get dark. They’re usually here for food, beer or both. I hop up the stone steps and shove my key in the door. The scent of pizza hits me the second I step inside. Wooden floorboards creak underfoot as I make my way down the long hallway to the back of the house. I bought this place a couple of years ago when the business started making big money. The top two floors are my living space, but the ground floor is for the agency. It’s completely kitted out with a living room, kitchen, two spare bedrooms with en-suites, office, gym and even a game room with consoles, pool table, and a bar.

I open the door and find Maddox sitting on the couch laughing. Kaden is standing with both hands on his head looking like someone just killed his mother. The football is on the TV and there’s an open pizza box on the coffee table.

“You should be used to be losing by now, dude.” Maddox rips him whilst sipping on his beer. I swear these guys practically live here. Xavier actually does live here, because he’s my best friend. But the man has a list of clients as long as my arm. Poor fucker pops viagra like smarties and is never home.

“Hey, boss.” Maddox calls without tearing his eyes from the screen. Kaden moves past me and goes to the fridge, taking out a beer.

“You guys do know it’s just a game?” I smirk as Kaden narrows his eyes at me and takes a seat at the breakfast bar. He’s the youngest guy I have at only twenty-one. I hired him because he’s so pretty I almost want to fuck him. He’s got the whole preppy model look down with the side swept dark hair and his baby blues. His book is almost full, with clients booked every night. The cougars fucking love him because he looks so damn innocent, but he works the young cocky player thing. He even has an old dear who pays him just to go and talk to her for an hour. The boy has a gift.

Maddox on the other hand… he looks like every woman’s fantasy, and man’s for that matter. I’ve known him for years and he’s a raging whore. Men, women, whatever…if he’s attracted to them, he’s fucking them. Women take one look at him and lose their shit. He’s six four, covered in tats and facial hair. He wears his hair in a man bun most of the time and he looks like a motherfucking Viking. The two of them are like chalk and cheese.

“Where’s Cora?”

“New client.” Kaden mumbles, whilst keeping his gaze on the screen of his phone.

When I started the agency it was simply an extension of what I was already doing. I had too many clients so I brought on Xavier, that was five years ago since then we took Maddox and Kaden as well. As the business has grown it’s had to evolve, so I brought on Cora, a female escort. She’s proving popular, to say the least, even getting hired by some of the wives that us guys fuck to see to their husbands. The sanctity of marriage and all that. She’s the female version of Maddox. She’ll fuck anyone and do anything. I’m pretty sure she’s a nympho.

Maddox gets up from his spot on the sofa and wanders over to the kitchen. He grabs a beer out of the fridge whilst glancing over Kaden’s shoulder.

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