The Real American Gigolo

By Geoff W Hampton

This is a true story that took place in Austin, Texas, in the eighties and early nineties. It is about an average man that ended up living the life that every male has had dreams about. The story has the romance that women spend their lives looking for. It is full of sex, romance, and broken hearts. This is about a man that became a gigolo, some of the women he met, and some surprises that happened along the way. Over the eight years of his career as a gigolo, he achieved way more than he could ever dream possible.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469174020

Geoff W Hampton

Geoff believes that life is to be enjoyed and you should live it to its fullest. He has tried many different things like racing motorcycles, skydiving, and scuba diving. He loves to travel and has seen many different countries. For the past three decades, he has worked for major computer companies like IBM and Applied Materials. He lives in Leander, Texas, with his beautiful wife and son. [e-mail]

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The Real American Gigolo

Geoff W Hampton

Copyright © 2012 by Geoff W Hampton.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2012903580

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I would like to dedicate this book to all my angels that died

in that tragic event called 9/11. They all are missed.

Contents

Chapter One  The Arising

Chapter Two  China Girl

Chapter Three  A Dream Come True

Chapter Four  Vacation/Honeymoon

Chapter Five  Valentine’s Day

Chapter Six  Thailand Trip

Chapter Seven  The Call

Chapter Eight  My First Hollywood Party

Chapter Nine  Hold Me

Chapter Ten  The Hollywood Pool Party

Chapter Eleven  The Bad Plane Ride

Chapter Twelve  The Christmas Party

Chapter Thirteen  The Hollywood Nightclub

Chapter Fourteen  The Close Call

Chapter Fifteen  The Bel Air Party

Chapter Sixteen  The Surprise

Chapter Seventeen  The Decision

Chapter Eighteen  What I Was Taught about Women

Chapter Nineteen  Today

Acknowledgments

I would like to thank my family for believing and

standing by me while I wrote this book.

Also, I would like to thank my good friend Jimmy Coe

for his encouragement and editing of this book.

Introduction

I, the American gigolo, have picked out some my best stories and put them in this book.

These are the stories of how I got started, how I ended up in Hollywood, and why I had to quit.

I hope you enjoy them. All the stories are true. The names of all the characters have been changed to protect their identity. I am really grateful to all the women that I have loved. They are what made me so successful. Some people have asked why I was so successful; well, unlike other gigolos, I was looking for love and the sex just followed. I never dreamed that it would turn out like this.

Chapter One

The Arising

I was thirty years old, five feet eleven inches tall, had wavy blondish brown hair that I wore a little long. I had greenish blue eyes. I wasn’t bad looking, but I definitely wasn’t a pretty boy. I did lift weights so I did have some muscles, but I wasn’t a muscle-bound he-man. I didn’t have a silver tongue, but I was a good listener. I went to work five days a week. I had the usual bills that everyone has, and I lived from paycheck to paycheck. I was just average, like millions of other guys in America.

It was the third Friday in February 1984, around two in the afternoon. This was just like any other day at work, but little did I know what was about to happen. I was running my machine by myself because everyone else had gone on break. So I was in this large room alone when in comes Mary. I had met Mary many years previously. She works in the office and had helped me set up my direct deposit. She was a big girl, not fat, around six feet three inches tall, with short, straight, black hair. She was from Russia and was nice looking. This lady had some muscle on her. Mary walks right up to me and asks me if what she heard was true. I replied that depended on what you heard. She informed me that she had heard that I was now divorced. To which I responded, that one was true. Yes, I had been divorced now from my first wife for four months. A hotheaded redhead that I think just married me to have someone to watch her two kids so she could party. Yes, she liked to go partying a lot. Mary then boldly stated, I WANT YOUR BODY. I was shocked a woman wanted me. I had never been too good with the women. I could talk to them, but I couldn’t get a date with one. So I was shocked. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights. I kept thinking I need to say something, but what? We just looked at each other; it felt like hours had gone by, but it was just around three minutes. Then I replied, Mary, no one gets this body without first buying me a drink.

Fine, meet me at Chili’s today at five o’clock after work, she replied. Then she turned and walked out of the room. I just stood there, thinking what have I got myself into.

After work, I drove up to Chili’s and went in. There was Mary, sitting at the bar. So I sat down next to her and said, You know, Mary, I was just kidding about the drinks. She turns, points her finger at me, and stated, Oh no, you don’t, we have an agreement, I am going to buy you dinner and drinks, then you’re going home with me for the rest of the night. I was shocked. I was going to have sex with a woman, and it wasn’t going to cost me anything. So we had a great dinner and drinks, then I followed her to her townhouse.

The next morning, when we got up, Mary stated that she had to meet her girl friends for lunch today. That’s fine, I replied. I guess I will see you at work on Monday, because I have something to do on Sunday. Then on Monday morning, I see Mary in the hall and say hello to her. She only said, Hi, Jeff, and kept on walking down the hall. I was surprised. I figured if you had sex with someone, you would get some more conversation from them. But now, she acted like she didn’t know me. Did I do something to make her mad at me? I just didn’t know. All day long this bothered me. Should I go talk to Mary to see what was wrong? By the end of the day, I thought to myself, You know, Russian farm girls are not really my type. So I just decided to let it go and went back to my day-to-day life.

About thirty days go by and I haven’t seen Mary at all. Then on Friday, around two in the afternoon, in walks Mary. Everyone was at break, so it was just Mary and me in this big room. She walks right up to me and said, "Jeff, it is time for another date. There is a new movie out called The Killing Fields, and I want to see it. So pick me up at seven tonight." Then she turns and walks out. I hadn’t said anything. So the rest of the day at work, I was thinking, Do I want to take Mary to the movie tonight? So right before the end of work, I decided that Mary did buy me dinner, drinks, and had sex with me, so I did owe her a movie. It was only right that I should do something for her.

So I went home, took a shower, got dressed up—white shirt, black slacks, black shoes. Had my hair combed just right, then I pulled forty dollars from the ATM. Forty dollars should be more then we need to go to a movie. Now I was ready for a date with Mary. I was knocking on the front door of her townhouse at seven. She opened the door, then told me to come in and that she would be ready in a little bit. So I had a seat at the kitchen table. Every so often, she would walk through the kitchen and say, I’m almost ready. One time when she was walking through the kitchen, she said, Jeff, we are going to the Outback for dinner and drinks, then we will be going to the late movie, after that we’ll be coming back here for the rest of the night. Then she walked out. I was thinking this was not the plan when I came over. So the next time she came into the kitchen, I told her that I was all right with the new plans, but I would have to stop by an ATM machine to get more money. She said, WHAT FOR!

Well, I only had enough money for the movie, and if we’re going to dinner, I will need to get more money, I stated. Then she points her finger at me and said, Listen here, this is my date, and your money is no good. I will be paying for everything tonight. I was surprised at this. So I was thinking they must do things differently in Russia. The women must pay when they go out on a date, and if she wanted to pay, I wasn’t going to fight over it. So I said, THAT’S FINE! So we went to the Outback and had a great dinner and drinks. Then we went to the late movie and saw The Killing Fields, which was a good movie. After that, we went back to her townhouse for the rest of the night.

The next morning when we got up, she said that she had to go to Dallas to see her parents and wouldn’t be back till late on Sunday. So I told her I would see her at work on Monday. So on Monday morning, I went out of my way to see Mary, but all I got from her was Hi, Jeff. This I didn’t understand; on Friday night I was her lover, and now on Monday morning, she acted like she didn’t know me. Now I’m thinking, this lady is crazy. Well, I’m back to Russian farm girls are not my type. So I didn’t think about it anymore and went on with my day-to-day life.

About ten days go by, then one night the phone rings, and it is Mary. She says that she needs a favor. She’s going to a banquet this Friday, and she didn’t like to go to these alone. Would I escort her to this banquet? I told her that I would. Then she tells me that I would have to wear a suit. No problem, I replied. I do have a suit, what time do you want me to pick you up?

I will be ready around seven, she remarked.

So on Friday, I show up at her door at seven o’clock, wearing a black suit, white shirt, and a red tie. She was ready, so we drove into Austin to the Red Lion Inn where the banquet hall was. When we entered the banquet hall, I found out it was a Russian gathering. Some guy came up to me and started speaking to me in Russian. I had no idea what he was saying. So I just shook my head and didn’t say anything at all. I just stood next to Mary while everyone was standing around talking. After a while, someone came in and announced that dinner was ready. So we went over to the table and located our place in the middle of the table. We sat down, then the waiter came around and poured some red wine into our glasses. I picked up my wineglass and took a sip only to find out that the wine was heavy with salt. I sure could use a drink of water, but that’s when I found out that we had no water on the table. Next, the waiter came around setting plates in front of everyone. When he put the plate down