THE PRIMA DONNA

Her PA has asked me if I can organise a suitable man for her pleasure. He told me she expects a younger man, ten or fifteen years younger, good looking, a taut masculine body. And he stressed the man must be well hung with no inhibitions or hang ups.”

“Does Friday afternoon in the Hyatt penthouse work for you? Her agent offered ten-percent over our normal fee, plus a performance bonus.”

“How can I earn the performance bonus, what do they expect for them to pay it?”

“Roger, for a very experienced gigolo, or male prostitute, you can be very naive at times.”

“You mean ..?”

“Yes, I think so.”

I was reminded of a few prima donnas I had encountered in my work as a gigolo, often they had grand off-stage personalities and were seen as demanding of their colleagues. Some had behaved in a demanding or temperamental fashion, or had an inflated view of them self and a self-centered attitude.

Though without exception they had been stellar and incredibly talented lovers.

A little after three on the Friday Morgana’s PA, Stephen, was briefing me. He appeared to be a little younger than me, late-twenties, a pretty androgynous blond boy, with a large diamond earring.

“Morgana, won’t be long. Can you take your shirt off for me? You appear to meet her requirements, ten or fifteen years younger than Morgana, good looking, a taut masculine body. Nice. Do you have any, inhibitions or hang ups?,” he asked as he looked approvingly at my naked torso, before he slid a fingertip over my nipples, then licked them. “I don’t think so,” he smiled as I gasped, enjoying his subtle touch.

“Finally, Morgana and I both stressed today’s man must be well hung. Are we on the same page?,” he teased as he ran one hand over my naked chest while he ran a hand over the bulge in my slacks.

“I’m Morgana, pleased to see you boys are getting along so well,” she smiled with a European accent and stentorian voice as she made her grand entrance. She had an incredibly strong presence, close to six feet tall in killer heels, black hold up stockings and a black designer jacket with just one button fastened to show her exciting cleavage. Her wonderful well formed thighs looked wonderful, with lots of exciting bare flesh between her stockings and the coat

“I won’t be needing this any more Stephen,” she told him as she opened her coat to show me her magnificent, size 14 body.