The Futanari's Gigolo

By Veronica Sloan

Eddie is a handsome young gigolo who specializes in pleasing older women. His latest assignment, escorting a foxy cougar with a taste for BDSM, was supposed to be a typical affair. That was until his client turned out to be his former English teacher! Ms. Robbins hates Eddie's guts because she remembers the self-entitled pretty boy he used to be. As the two exchange banter in her hotel's bar, however, they discover a mutual attraction. And when Ms. Robbins reveals that she's a futanari (possessing both male and female genitalia) that kicks Eddie's libido into overdrive. He can't wait to be dominated by this futa cougar, and she can't wait to collar him!

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I flipped my hand to wrap her fingers against my palm. "I'm not going to pressure you to do anything you don't want to do," I said. "But I will nudge you if that's what you want."

Gail clucked her tongue. With her free hand she brushed her nails through my dark bangs. "You really are very handsome," she said. "What is that like?"

I grinned. "You tell me."

"People think I'm cold. It's not the same. You radiate warmth. Your smile... If I didn't know you, if you were just a face in a crowd, I'd want this. You ride the line between masculine and that stupid metro thing. I'm just somebody's mean old mommy."

I kissed her knuckles. "Do you want me to call you that?"

"No!" she groaned. "God, no. Are you kidding me? I could barely stand kids as a teacher. And that's not what gets me off."

I leaned into her knees and propped up my chin. "Oh, go on."

She laughed, and mimed choking me. But when she was done with her angry hand gestures she was holding my face in her palms. Her chin trembled as she formed the words in her mind, and when she was finally ready she licked her lips. "Eddie," her shaky voice confessed, "I have a man's...part."

This is the part I'm good at.

What would you do? Would you laugh? Right in those big, wet eyes? To that quivering chin? Would the incongruity of her heartbreaking face and her ridiculous statement shock you to laughter? Would that unexpected confession revolt you? Scare you?

I gazed into her eyes, my expression unchanged. "So?"

Gail sniffed in alarm. She wiped her palm to her nostril, to her eye. "I'm not joking!"

"I didn't think you were."

She gushed out a nervous laugh, and grabbed my cheeks again. "No, Eddie, I...I have one. I mean it."

"And I believe you," I said.

"So..." She leaned in, searching my eyes. "So, what do you think of that?"

"I can understand why you're into pegging," I said. "Now, is it where I think it is or is it on the back of your knee or something?"

She shoved me back. "Eddie! Please!"

I took her hands in my own and rested them on her bare knees. "So you have a man's anatomy. Anything else I should know?"

"Um..." she stammered. She had not expected me to take this so well.

In point of fact, it was not the strangest thing I'd heard. I once met an escort who specialized in roleplaying as a dinosaur. You wouldn't think there'd be a market for that but he's killing it on the east side.

"Maybe I can help," I said. "How do you classify yourself? Are you transgender? Transsexual?"

"No, no," she said. "I'm a woman," she said. "I mean, I identify as a woman and I'm only attracted to men. But I'm...I have both."

That was intriguing. "Both?"

"I have all the sexual organs, and they all work." She squeezed my fingers. "I don't understand why you're not shocked."

"I can answer that two ways," I said. "One more professionally, one personally."

She furrowed her brow. "Okay..."

"Professionally, I'm in the sex business. Sex is my business. I wouldn't be very good at my job if new kinks and encounters bothered me. I like new things. That's why I do what I do."

A small smile. "I like that. No one's ever told me that."

"You haven't been with the right k

• Language: English
• Publisher: Veronica Sloan
• Release date: May 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370522842

Veronica Sloan

Veronica Sloan writes dirty stories and naughty romances. Her erotica is explicit and steamy, and no topic is too taboo. A Chicago girl at heart, Veronica graduated from the Columbia School of Journalism with every intention of writing very important things about very important people. Currently, she spends her days writing about pop culture and her nights writing about lusty men and women and their naughty predilections. She loves big dogs, hot yoga and songs that are stupidly catchy. Visit her at https://www.veronica-sloan-erotica.com/home/.

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Disclaimer: This story contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse. It is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are over 18-years-old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1: An Unexpected Reunion

I strolled through the lobby like sex in an Armani suit and made sure all the single gals knew it. Oh, who am I kidding? The married ones, too. The suit itself was a two-piece wool number, single-breasted and blue as midnight. The label was Ermenegildo Zegna, which I could not pronounce to save my life--though my smile made it very clear I could pay for the thing. Three thousand bucks and some change.

I'm bragging, I know, but humble's never been my style. It's what the ladies pay for. It's how they keep me flush in snappy suits. My date for this particular evening would buy me another one, or two if she wanted something off the menu. Honestly, I wasn't sure what to expect. My agency told me the Jane was vague but professional. She knew what she wanted and answered their questions as directly and concisely as possible. That meant she'd had experience with escorts before.

My guess? She was either married or famous. Maybe a little of both.

I slid into my accustomed seat at the bar and drummed the mahogany finish. Wilson was at the taps and he gave me a friendly nod. Haven't seen you in a few weeks, he said.

Was in D.C. on special assignment. I winked. Very hush hush.

My tax dollars hard at work, he grumbled. After serving a couple tourists their frothy pints he pulled an iced tumbler from below the bar and poured me a couple fingers of Lagavulin 12.

And one for you, I said.

Wilson rang the bell and poured a double for himself. Thank you kindly. That's my favorite drink.

We clinked glasses and took our time with the swallow. I know I ask this every time, he said, but is there any chance a guy like me could--

No, I said. Being a great bartender starts with having a great bartender face. You got one and I don't.

He grinned. Jesus, that's the nicest insult anyone's ever given me.

Don't take it as an insult, buddy. Take it as perspective. Think of how many lives you save from behind that bar. Now think of me, struggling to make just one person happy every night.

He rubbed his bald head. Is it really every night? he asked quietly.

I flicked an invisible bit of fluff from my silk tie. A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.

He guffawed. You're a slick son of a bitch, Eddie. He poured another shot in my glass. This one's on me, with the face.

Wilson was a swell guy. We weren't friends exactly but I'd been in the game long enough that he knew me from the rest. I mean, it didn't hurt that I had a face like an angel and a body like a marble demigod. (True, Wilson had never seen me naked but my suits were well