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This place was a man’s dream. I walked the beach admiring all the beautiful flesh, when I saw one so beautiful; I was mesmerized. This one girl in particular, looked as if she were painted, her skin was flawless.
I stood there as she walked towards me with my mouth hanging open. She smiled and walked on by as if I didn’t exist. I had to know this beautiful creature, after all I was Nickolas Green.”
“Hey”, I yelled without thinking. “Miss, can I talk to you a minute and I ran to catch up to her.” She turned and looked at me with the most amazing green eyes.
“Yes, can I help you?” “No, I just wanted to know your name.” She smiled with the most beautiful white teeth.
“Why would you want to know my name?” “Why, because I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you are.” “My name is Stephora, and your name is?” “My name is Nick, and when can I see you again? “Nick, sorry, but I am engaged to be married in a few months.” “You too are a handsome man and I wished we could have met under different circumstances.” She walked on down the beach and out of sight. Stephora was all I could think about, and I wanted her bad.
Later that night Joan was busy setting things up for the party. What I didn’t know was that Stephora would be one of the guests.
I showered and dressed in my white linen outfit that Joan had bought before we left.
The material felt cool against my now tanned skin. I looked in the mirror thinking how blonde my hair had gotten after only a few days.
My eyes seemed to be blurring, but I’m sure it was because my skin was darker. I splashed on some cologne, and joined what was going to be a party. Joan walked up to me and said, “You look so handsome tonight Nick; I just want to eat you up.” I laughed and replied, “Down girl, there’s enough time for that later, as I fixed me bourbon.” What the hell was I doing here…? Joan was twenty years my senior. I loved what she was offering, but I didn’t want her. If there were any woman in my life, I wanted it had to be Stephora.
The guests were arriving about nine, and I was bored already. That was until Stephora walked in looking gorgeous. I acted as if I hadn’t noticed, because she was with someone. He must have been sixty, and I knew immediately why she was with him. The old fart was loaded, and she saw her way out.
I stood there wondering how I would at least talk to her. “Nick, honey come over here, there is someone I would like you to meet”, Joan said. What the fuck…?
I didn’t want her to know I was here with Joan. I smiled and walked over to where they were standing. “Nickolas, this is Graham, and his fiancée Stephora.” “It’s nice to meet you both”, I replied. I was a little put off. Stephora held her head down and smiled.
“I can’t believe you flew all the way here from Miami for my birthday.” Graham replied, “Joan your one of my oldest and dearest friends, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” “Graham darling, I just love you so much.” “I’m so happy for you and Stephora, and I hope to be as lucky one day.” She looked in my direction smiling. “In your fucking dreams”, I thought.” I had no desire to marry her or any other woman for that matter.
The party died down, and as usual Joan had drunk too much. I put her to bed and went down by the beach to catch the warm breeze. I had made it out of life of poverty and gotten away from my junkie for a mother. Now I was on top of the world, but was it really what I wanted for myself?
I had done things I wasn’t proud of, but look at me now. I was staying in million dollar condos, and rubbing elbows with the rich and famous. My body still ached from the rape I had endured, but that also was the life of a gigolo. You win some, and you lose some……that was the game.
I stood there in my private thoughts when I turned and noticed Stephora a few yards away. This was my lucky day, and I walked in her
I stood there as she walked towards me with my mouth hanging open. She smiled and walked on by as if I didn’t exist. I had to know this beautiful creature, after all I was Nickolas Green.”
“Hey”, I yelled without thinking. “Miss, can I talk to you a minute and I ran to catch up to her.” She turned and looked at me with the most amazing green eyes.
“Yes, can I help you?” “No, I just wanted to know your name.” She smiled with the most beautiful white teeth.
“Why would you want to know my name?” “Why, because I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you are.” “My name is Stephora, and your name is?” “My name is Nick, and when can I see you again? “Nick, sorry, but I am engaged to be married in a few months.” “You too are a handsome man and I wished we could have met under different circumstances.” She walked on down the beach and out of sight. Stephora was all I could think about, and I wanted her bad.
Later that night Joan was busy setting things up for the party. What I didn’t know was that Stephora would be one of the guests.
I showered and dressed in my white linen outfit that Joan had bought before we left.
The material felt cool against my now tanned skin. I looked in the mirror thinking how blonde my hair had gotten after only a few days.
My eyes seemed to be blurring, but I’m sure it was because my skin was darker. I splashed on some cologne, and joined what was going to be a party. Joan walked up to me and said, “You look so handsome tonight Nick; I just want to eat you up.” I laughed and replied, “Down girl, there’s enough time for that later, as I fixed me bourbon.” What the hell was I doing here…? Joan was twenty years my senior. I loved what she was offering, but I didn’t want her. If there were any woman in my life, I wanted it had to be Stephora.
The guests were arriving about nine, and I was bored already. That was until Stephora walked in looking gorgeous. I acted as if I hadn’t noticed, because she was with someone. He must have been sixty, and I knew immediately why she was with him. The old fart was loaded, and she saw her way out.
I stood there wondering how I would at least talk to her. “Nick, honey come over here, there is someone I would like you to meet”, Joan said. What the fuck…?
I didn’t want her to know I was here with Joan. I smiled and walked over to where they were standing. “Nickolas, this is Graham, and his fiancée Stephora.” “It’s nice to meet you both”, I replied. I was a little put off. Stephora held her head down and smiled.
“I can’t believe you flew all the way here from Miami for my birthday.” Graham replied, “Joan your one of my oldest and dearest friends, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” “Graham darling, I just love you so much.” “I’m so happy for you and Stephora, and I hope to be as lucky one day.” She looked in my direction smiling. “In your fucking dreams”, I thought.” I had no desire to marry her or any other woman for that matter.
The party died down, and as usual Joan had drunk too much. I put her to bed and went down by the beach to catch the warm breeze. I had made it out of life of poverty and gotten away from my junkie for a mother. Now I was on top of the world, but was it really what I wanted for myself?
I had done things I wasn’t proud of, but look at me now. I was staying in million dollar condos, and rubbing elbows with the rich and famous. My body still ached from the rape I had endured, but that also was the life of a gigolo. You win some, and you lose some……that was the game.
I stood there in my private thoughts when I turned and noticed Stephora a few yards away. This was my lucky day, and I walked in her
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