Chapter 1
Arysa
“You’re 30th birthday is only a couple days away. What are you planning to do?” My best friend Anne asked. As she hand me a cuff of coffee she brewed for us.
We’ve been best friend for 6 years after meeting each other at a coffee shop where I accidentally took her drink mistaking it as mine. We got to talking and click right away. And since then we’ve been best friends. I came to her house to talk about work only to have it switched to the matters of my 30th birthday.
“I don’t know what to do, probably go be with my mom and spend the day with family. Not much else really.” I shrugged.
“Please don’t tell me you’re wasting another year Arysa. Come on. Go out and mingle you’re going to be 30. not 20. you’re not getting any younger honey.” she told me.
I looked at her as if she just grew a pair of horns and I just barely noticed it, I looked at myself clearly one of us is blind, “Anne, must I state the obvious? Who would want to date a fat cow? Look at me.”
Anyone can see what’s wrong with me from a mile away. I might be 5′7 tall but I’m also round. I guess I should count myself lucky at least, being tall help me not to look so damn round. I also have big boobs and huge hip my ass is wide as well to boot. I’m just an all around fat ass which I’ve been told countless of times.
“Honey if you say because you’re fat again I swear I’ll clobber you. Stop letting people decide how you live your life. You’re beautiful be more confident than that.” Anne told me.
“I don’t know Anne, but you know women like me don’t get men like that. We aren’t meant to be with anyone.” I sighed.
“Sweetie, thick is the new trend, stop beating yourself over old news. Embrace yourself love yourself” she told me, “Anyways, isn’t it high time you lost that v-card of yours?”
“Anne!” it came out as a half whine half yell, I couldn’t help it.
“What? Honey you’re 30th how much longer are you going to hang on to that dusty old thing.” Anne laughed.
The nightmare about what happened at my high school prom came back to haunt me.
The memories of their laughing faces as my topless photo was distributed for all to see on their cellular phones. Even if it wasn’t fully topless since I still had my bra on it was still enough to make me the school laughing stock. My blubber hanging for all to see.
The voice of Jessica, the high school hottie giggling with her girls, “I can’t believe you thought you were sexy enough that he wanted to see all that fat hanging.” she had said to me.
I was shocked tears streaming down my face listening to all the words as they ridicule me for being stuck in a fantasy thinking any man would want me.
Shaking my head I forced myself back to the present, “Anne you know why I haven’t put myself out there. I can’t go through that again.” I vehemently shook my head.
Anne sighed deeply, “Let it go Rysa, it’s been years. Those people can’t hurt you anymore.” she said trying to soothe me.
I just put my head down, trying to so hard to forget but it’s so hard. How do I forget something that traumatized me so badly?
Just then our other friend Linda came barging into the house. She’s Anne roommate who moved in about 9 months ago and we’ve been friends ever since. She’s out going and fun to be around. She’s a big girl like me but her confidence is out of this world. I wish I had half the confidence she’s got maybe I won’t be so pathetic.
“What’s going on? What’s with all the gloomy atmosphere?” she asked smiling from ear to ear.
“Trying to figure what to do with Rysa 30th birthday.” Anne told her, “She’s planning to waste it away by going to spend it with her family.”
“Oh no, Rysa you don’t mean that do you? Come on we should celebrate it. Go out to the club, get some male strippers, let loose for once.” Linda squealed, doing her little happy dance.
“I don’t think that such a good idea.” I told Linda.
“She’s getting scared again.” Anne sighed
“Anne” I warned.
“Scared of what?” Linda asked.
“Something traumatic happened when Rysa was younger. It made her wary of men and dating in general. The girl seriously need to get laid.” Anne briefly told her.
I was relieved she didn’t go into details. I like Linda, but I don’t know her that well to tell her all my business. I didn’t tell Anne everything until about 2 years of being friends with her. Until I was sure I could trust her.
“Oh my gawd, girl. You are missing out. Sex is great. Wait no I take that back. It’s only great with the right person or at least an experienced person. But anyways you missing out. Don’t let no old flames get in the way of your happiness. Have fun while you can. Don’t live to regret it later.” Linda told me, when I didn’t say anything she went on,“Look, there’s this place call “Boys for Hire” it’s an escort service. I’ve tried it myself once or twice but you guys remember my friend Lynn? You know she’s been divorced for 2 years now and haven’t gone out with anyone since. She loves this service she’s been using it since last year and never been disappointed. She said they don’t judge they do it for the money and make sure you have a good time. The boys I’ve paid for were cute and friendly. If they have opinions they keep it to themselves they just do what they are paid to do and they leave you satisfied. It’s a great place to work on your confidence sweetie. And the good thing about it? You never have to meet them again. It’s simple really. You give them a name for them to call you the and a brief description of what kind of man you are looking for and after you pay, the service find you a man that fit your criteria. It’s confidential and safe. Trust me. You will have a great night.” Linda smiled.
“I’m not going to do that. That is weird. There’s no way.” I told them.
“Well it’s there if you want them. You can google them it won’t be hard to find the contact info.” Linda pressured.
“I won’t but thank you Linda.” I assured her.
“Suit yourself, maybe you should do it too Anne. Lord knows you’re lonely.” Linda laughed.
“Shut up idiot. I’ll leave the one night stands to you.” Anne laughed.
Going through the google search engine I mentally kick myself for going back on my word. Since leaving Anne’s house my mind has been doing nothing but think about the damn site Linda had mention. Am I really that desperate to try and pay someone to fuck me?
It wasn’t hard to find the number of contact for the escort service. I tried to find the website, but realize there are no picture for viewing only reviews from women who used the service before.
One woman wrote:
“I’m a 46 years old woman, I’m a divorcee who have no time to date or mingle with another person. I’m a busy women. This service have made pleasure easy for me. The man they found for me, match my description to a fault. He was hot and boy was he good in bed. Definitely going to requesting him again in the future. Ladies. You won’t be disappointed. I know I wasn’t.”
another wrote:
I’m 23 years old, and just got out of a toxic relationship of 4 years. It happen to be my cousin’s wedding and her and I have always competed who had the best things or person in our life. Now she was getting married and I just became single. I didn’t want her to look down on me so I decided to hire an escort as my boyfriend for the night. I only needed him for that day. Since she lives in New York I don’t have to see her for some time. Needless to say, I wasn’t disappointed. The man they sent me was great, he didn’t care what he was there for only what I needed from him. My cousin was ogling my date the whole night. Her newly wedded husband didn’t look to happy. Lmao. It was the best night of my life, and I had dessert to end the night as well. ;)
I read some more and beside a few bad review there were way more positive which gave me some type of relief. The website didn’t offer any picture to protect their worker and that was understandable. Taking a deep breath, I decided what the heck. Why not. I might as well get rid of this v-card, it’s high time I did. I won’t ever find a man who would appreciate it why not get rid of it. Taking the chance before I change my mind I pick up my iPhone and dial the the number on the screen.
The phone started ringing, my palm started to get sweaty.
It was picked up after the second ring.
“Hello, boy for hire. How may I help you?” the voice on the other end answer.
“Uh yes, I like to use your service.” I said my voice shaking.
“Alright, when do you need our service, will it be a couple of hours? 8 hours or a full 24hrs?”
Wow they get straight to the point, “Just for the night I believe, and it’s for tomorrow night. Preferably around 1 am.” I told her.
“That would classify as 8hrs. That would be $160 upfront. Tips or overtime payment will be between you and our boys. Would you like to pay credit or debit?”
“Debit.” I answered.
“Is there any specific detail or mannerism you want in our boys?”
“I don’t want any judgments:”—
“I assure you we strive to make all of our clients comfortable and feel safe. We don’t tolerate judgments or ill mannered workers. Specific I mean by appearance wise, certain traits. Things like that.”
“Honestly I just want someone who isn’t too old, someone fit. Talkative because I know I’m going to be shy I need someone who can make me feel at ease. Someone who’s hot.” I blushed saying that. Is it wrong to want to lose it to someone attractive?
“That’s not a problem. Many of our client prefer attractive males, what makes a man attractive to you?Any race specifics?” she asked.
“Asian? Don’t matter what kind just Asian. Dimples, nice smile nice body light skin but he’s a little dark is okay.” Asian are considered smaller than most. I’m a virgin maybe going to big isn’t such a great idea. Plus I know I’ve always been attracted to Asian. So losing it an Asian man would be a dream come true. I smiled to myself.
“Not a problem. I’m ready for the payment when you’re ready to give me the card number.”
I gave her my card information and waiting for her to give me the confirmation for it.
“All set, we will find the best candidate to fit your needs where would you like him to meet you? And what would you like for him to call you?”
“At the Sunnyside Motel on Barton rd. and Um...Ari he can call me Ari. Anyways, is there any way I can contact him before we meet?” I asked.
“Please download our app on the apple or google play store. BFH it’s an app to set an appointment and also getting in contact with our boys. They will contact you via the app. It’s a message base app that allow the client and our boys to talk about the upcoming appointment and it will be automatically erased once the appointment has been met. It serves for confidentiality and safety measures for our boys. In the near future if you still have the app, you can set appointment on there without having to call us. You can also pay on this app once we get the payment we will find your perfect boy and let you know through the app as well. Is there any other questions you need me to answer before I hang up this call?”
“One more, I read some reviews, and just want to make sure. Can you call and make appointments with the same man?”
“No. due to safety measure we can’t have the client with the same worker, our boys do have personal lives outside this service. Some clients tends to become obsessed and possessive, to ensure that that does not happen, we do not book same client and worker a second time.” she replied.
“Oh okay.”
“Well, I thank you for your trust in our service. I hope you have a wonderful day and hope to do business with you in the near future. You have a good evening.”
After hanging up the phone I sighed loudly. Anxiety sets in. am I really going through with this? Am I really going to finally lose it? To an escort no less?
Letting out another sigh, I got up from my sofa grabbing my keys and decided to go see my mom.
The smell of beef stew coated my nostril as I enter the single story home that belong to my mother. I was greeted by the loud raspy voice yelling at the top of her lungs, “Get the fuck out then you fucken idiot! You lousy bastard. You do nothing but drink anyways!” I could shut my ears with both hands and still could hear her. She was that loud.
“Fuck you, you old hag all you do is nag. No wonder I drink!” came the voice of her alcoholic boyfriend.
I fucken hate him.
“Hey sis.” my little 16 year old brother Nathan greeted me from the couch.
“Hey Nathan, how was school?” I yelled tr nmying to match the screaming in the house.
Nathan just shook his head and offer me a spot on the sofa. I took his offer and went to sit next to him.
“Never mind about school sis, I can’t concentrate on it anyway. Not one day I get a break from these crazy people. How can I do school work if I can’t even have peace and quiet?” Nathan sighed.
“I can’t fucken stand you! Do us all a favor and drop dead already!” my mom continues.
Nathan stands up, surprising me, “Will you two shut up! God...you guys are always yelling!”
Gasping, I stood up as well and turn to Nathan, “Nathan! Don’t talk to your parents like that.”
“You good for nothing bastard! Don’t you talk to me that way before I beat the living shit out of you!” Jacob slurred.
I turn to the plundering idiot and stood my ground, “You aren’t touching my little brother, or I’ll have you arrested!”
“Don’t act all high and mighty with me prissy that’s my son I can paddle his ass if I wanted to.” he growled pointing his pudgy fingers at me.
“Don’t talk to my daughter like that you bastard get the fuck out of here!” my mom yelled
“I don’t want to be here anyways! You better teach your daughter some manners on how to respect her elders.” he yelled as he wobbled to the door.
Finally some peace and quiet.
I turn to Nathan who was still mad, his face red his hand fisted at his side, “Nathan, I don’t want you talking to your parents like that.” I said trying to soothe his anger.
“You don’t get it sis, its like hell here. All they do is fight. I’m tired of it.” Nathan tells me.
“Well until you’re 18 you’re stuck here in this hell I suggest you enjoy it while it last.” my mom said sarcastically.
“Mom, you’re not helping.” I turn back to Nathan, “Look if you want, you can come sleep over at my place whenever you feel overwhelm here. I have a guest bedroom available after my roommate moved out last week. You’re welcome to stay over whenever you like.”
His face lights up, “You serious sis? You’re not just pulling my legs?”
“No, I’m serious.” I told him.
“Can I go tonight?” he asked excitedly.
“Not tonight you can this weekend. I’m busy tomorrow so it doesn’t make sense to take you and bring you back the next day. I rather have you there at least 2 days so it gives you more time to enjoy some peace.” I explained.
“Okay. That’s fine sis.” he sighed.
“So what brings you here Rysa?” my mom asked.
“I can’t visit you? I’m turning 30 tomorrow you can at least say happy birthday to me mom.”
“Oh is it? Wow time flies. Happy birthday and I have shit to give you.” she said as she turn back to go into the kitchen to watch her stew.
I signed, “I don’t want anything from you, I know you don’t have anything. You tell me that every year.”
“Oh really, well I’m just letting you know in case you forgot.” she shrugs, “So what are you friends doing for your birthday?” she asked.
“I don’t know mom, its a birthday party they’re throwing. It’s just us girls really. I explained.
“Sounds fun. Well enjoy.”
I shake my head and wonder why I even came.
