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The name is Ross, and the first question I always get asked is "what do you do?" Those that can tell what I do or already know never ask about it, but those that don't know are forever curious. Most of the time I laugh and play it off. I feed them some line about "relationship counsellor" or "life coach", something generic. Their eyes usually glaze over and the ones looking for richer game move on. It's not that I am ashamed about what I do. Long ago I learned that I had very little shame to pass around. I enjoy what I do. I'm good at it, and even manage to make a good living out of it. But perhaps I shouldn't keep you in suspense and just tell you what I do. I'm a man-whore.

That's an ugly word for it but using titles like courtesan or gigolo doesn't really change it any. Females pay me for my company and body, which I turn over to them for the hour, night, and sometimes weekend. My friends that don't hook, and know what I do all say I have the best job in the world. Every now and then I think they're right. Other times I come home smelling like three different women, my back hurts, and I have claw marks all over my ass. Those days I curse the day I ever took up the profession.

If you are going to be a gigolo you need to have what one of my friends calls 'the glimmer'. That's something that makes you stand out, and the ability to exploit it. Even in L.A. there aren't too many six-four blond stallions, or at least very many that look like me. Fewer still are as blessed physically, but don't think just because you've got a foot long dong you can do what I do. You would be surprised how often my pants stay on during a job.

Like anything else it takes practice and dedication. I start my days early at around six-thirty. A bowl of oatmeal and I am out the door for my morning run. I call it my daily upkeep. Four miles every morning gets me up and going for my next bit of work. I then spend no more than two hours at the gym, depending on the workout for that day. Most days it's free weights and nothing too heavy. To the everlasting merriment of my gym buddies two days a week I do yoga. All of this gives me a chiseled athletic look I'm quite proud of, and to the disgust of many of those same gym buddies, tons of looks and more than a few numbers.

The rest of the morning is my own and it always fills up with random things. Groceries, laundry, sometimes even a jaunt to the beach. Rarely do I ever start work before three and most days its latter than that. I usually get about two free days during the week. Sometimes it's more when the trade gets slow. Other times by Wednesday I already feel like a piece of meat.

The internet has done wonders for society, and no field of endeavor has been more affected than prostitution. What use to be the sleaziest part of the whole process is now one of the easiest. I've worked my tail off to the point where I no longer need to advertise like many do. My clientele, grown mostly through word of mouth, is big enough to support my lifestyle. I have a work email address that gets passed around. New clients just need a few bits of information and a recommendation from another trusted client to get started. I usually do a background check on prospective Jill's because everyone gets burned eventually, but it's never gone as bad as it could have. Still, I have a one strike policy for dropping clients, and so far it's worked out pretty good.

Lots of guys in my line of work claim they've got an edge that keeps him going and guaranties adequate performance. For most guys it's a few little blue pills and another drug of their choice. I've head of just about every combination possible, and frankly far too many of them let their habit get the best of them. I on the other hand have something a little different. About three years ago I was kicking around china town before a job. I ran across an oriental pot shop run by a calico with an accent so thick he needed to say everything twice. At the time, I was dressed a little too nice for my surroundings. It was an off hour and I happened to be the only one in the store. I was browsing when he walked up and he gave me a knowing look, kinda like he could tell what I was.

He led me over to another part of the counter to show me a custom blend he had worked up with everything but the kitchen sink in it. From the sound of it I doubted it was even pot anymore. The cat said that it was a powerful blend "for increased vigor". Having heard this kind of claim before I brushed it off, till he plopped a bag down on the counter.

"Try some. Might make you job easier, yes?" he said with a grin.

I took the stuff and lit one up just before I was to meet the client. The stuff had barely touched my lungs before I had a thick semi and balls that felt two sizes too small. That night the results were a bit explosive and somewhat messy but she got her monies worth. From that day on I became one of his best customers and a regular smoker. He claims the stuff's good for the whole body, and if you smoke enough it'll even make your cock bigger. I can't say for sure if this is true or not, trade secrets and all that, but in the time I've been smoking good fitting condoms keep getting harder and harder to find.

As I sit in my living room I roll one with my left paw while checking my schedule on my open laptop. The only contestant up today is a client named Dania. She is a rather bohemian otter, that seems to get off on our differences in size. Even at five feet she is more than a handful and usually a good fuck. As I finish my joint and slip into some jeans and green shirt, I can't help but smile as I remember about how flexible she is.

After about a twenty minute drive I park on the side of the street and walk back towards her place. She lives in a renovated loft atop a storefront in a trendier part of town. The first couple of times I went to her place I worried a bit about the noise we were making, but she never seemed to care. I took a look around as I climbed the stairs to her door and gave it three sharp knocks.

I didn't have to wait long for it open and there in the door way stood a male otter clad in only a pair of thin gym shorts. One of the main things you have to worry about in my line of work is the seemingly ever present significant other. Husbands, boyfriends, and anyone with half a claim to the client are major huddles to my job and continued well-being. The otter was a scrawny thing with ink up and down both arms and a white star tattooed right above his heart. He wasn't very physically imposing, and that was one of the reasons I hadn't beat tail back to my car.

We both stared at each other for a minute, not saying anything.

"Let him in you asshole!" yelled a female voice from inside that I recognized. He slid to one side and grinned like he knew some secret and let me past. The hallway opened up into one large room that is pretty much her whole apartment except for the bath which is off in a corner. Dania was standing beside an easel that faces her largest window. On the easel was a canvas with a slowly forming picture of the street outside. It looked a bit more finished than last time I was here and she seemed to be studding it to make sure everything was right.

As she looked up from it, she smiled and moved over to pull at my shirt. Our mouths quickly meet as she gives me lots of tongue and I enjoy the kiss. She is definitely one of my better clients and treats me more like a lover than object. It's rather nice after some of the shit I have to deal with, and she always starts off so hot.

I look up and see the other otter grinning like he's about to get a show, and quickly decide to shut that down. One of my rules is I don't work around strangers or those who make me uncomfortable.

"I don't do shows," I say to her loud enough for him to hear it and I see his face drop a little.

"You heard the man Derrick. Get to steppin. We have some business to take care of." He grumbled something as he scooped up his shirt and gave me a look. I knew the look. It was a very male look. The look that says you're about to have something that's mine and I don't like it. He didn't look like he was going to start anything and didn't as we watched him walk out the door.

"Might have to start cracking the whip a little harder with that one," I said eyes not leaving the door.

"Oh you know how it is. He's just a friend. We have a good time sometimes."

"I thought you called me when you wanted a good time," I said with a grin.

"No, I call you when I want to get fucked," she said as she started on the buttons of my shirt. That was about the last bit of intelligent conversation that passed between us.

Very soon we were both naked on her couch as I nipped and sucked my way down her flat stomach. She was a skinny, bony, limber thing and her ass barely filled my hands. She had rather small pert breasts and pointy nipples she loved having sucked. I did so quite often, until she began to beat me about the head and begged me to stop. I moved my hands under her ass and gave both cheeks a squeeze as my mouth found its target, her tight little pussy.

My tongue flicked over her clit as a heard her hum and felt her rudder like tail tense under me. Soon it was an all-out assault as my tongue dived in and began to lap at her folds. Her back was arching into my touch before I knew it, and when a slid a single finger home she almost came up off the couch. I was working my tongue deeper and deeper while my finger curled and began to rub along the top of her tunnel.

It passed over the spot I was looking for and I heard her gasp. Soon it was plunging in and out hitting that spot as my lips came down over her clit and I sucked long and hard. She nearly screamed as I felt her clamp tight around me and her tail beat back and forth beneath us.

I let her cool down as I tried to calm my own self, and walked over to where I had put my clothes. I reached into the pocket of my jeans and fished out a single foil wrapped condom as I rejoined Dania on the couch. She was holding her legs against her stomach as I watched her slowly ease down from her orgasmic high. It was always a good feeling to be able to bring a woman with your hands and mouth. Many of my clients expect it and I've never shied away from it. Some just aren't even that receptive to intercourse because of preference, sensitivity, or my size. There's more than one way to skin a cat as they say and quite often I end up using my tongue.

She slowly gets up and mummers her thanks before I hand her the wrapper. Most of my clients ask for condoms, but it's a bit of a thing for us that she always gets to put it on me. My cock is more than ready. Its trumpet shaped head is slapping at my belly as more than a foot of it quivers with eagerness. She tears opened the foil and gently stretches the elastic ring a few times before pulling it over my head. She slides it down me slowly, an inch at a time, and it nearly makes it to my base. I feel it like a second skin clinging tightly to me as pre oozes from my slit into the tip of the rubber.

She doesn't waste much time as I grab her hands and she half stands have couches above me. My back against the couch, I help the otter lower herself until her sex is hovering just above my cock. Her tail is kicked out behind her like a third leg as she gently grinds herself against me. She teases me a little bit before moving her hips lower. My blunt tip presses against her passage, and I feel her slowly begin to spread as she pushes down.

With Dania I have to go slow and let her loosen up a good deal before any real fun can happen. I get about four inches into her before she has to stop. She has a beautiful almost pained expression on her face and from what many of my clients tell me I know what's happening. Theirs a bit of pain than comes with my girth before you relax enough to enjoy it. I hear her breathing hitch as she starts down again. Soon she is taking most of me as she moves up and down me using her hips. I'm holding her hands but she is doing most of the work and I start to feel that heaviness building inside my balls.

With a grunt Dania decides to kick it into high gear. Soon she's rocketing up and down my cock as I let my hips get into action, and let my paws shift back to her ass. She swears loudly as parts of her tighten and others go limp and my paws go to her waist. My own orgasm grows closer, but I think I can manage to give her one more before I pop. Her second one doesn't last as long as her first mostly because I rider her though the entire thing, but as her eyes role back and I see her bite her lip I know she's still enjoying the ride.

A few minutes later and she's gasping for breath, and saying all kinds of nasty things about this filthy big dicked stallion that make me want to fuck her even harder. So I do. It's the result she wanted as I really begin to lay into her doing nearly all the work while she just takes it.

Several times I feel my groin brush hers as and realized that his skinny little otter is taking all of me. I just about lose it then as my cock twitches and I practically feel the cum seeping out of my nads. I clench my belly and try to think of anything but this hot little otter, and how my cock must be half way up her neck. My groin slaps hers hard and I can do no more as I feel her go.

I recognize the about the first half syllable out of her mouth before her cunty clamps down on me like a bear trap. My balls wave the white flag as cum gushes in filling the end of the condom like a water balloon. I keep cuming as long and as hard as I can, feeling the sympathetic pulses from her body as it gently milks me till I at last have to pull out.

Over a pint of horse seed sits in the condom as her paws gently squeeze the last bit from me.

"You never fail to impress," she says as she pulls the condom off of me and lets it swing back and forth a few times.

"That's why you pay me," I said truthfully as she leans in and gives me another kiss.

"And it's worth every penny," she says as she hands me a wad of bills.

He time was up, but we both needed a shower so we ended up sharing hers. It's not something I usually do as one thing often leads to another and more sex ensues. It's also never a good idea to do for free what you can get paid for, but you try telling that to a sexed up otter babe you're sharing the shower with. Besides I get to have a personal life outside of work right?