Let’s Just Fuck
We were flown out so Lo could give a 45 minute presentation on her favorite topic. She had finagled her way into not only getting paid, but also getting a round-trip flight to a resort, a room for two nights, and all expenses paid. I was to be her kept-gentleman for the weekend. Her accessory. Her toy. Yes, it was degrading, belittling, objectifying. . . and yes, I liked it. I’m just a gigolo — oooh, what they’re saying.