The twist in the tail

There are days when you think that everything will be fine. There are days when you think that things will be great. And then there are days when you know, just know that life has dealt you with a loaded deck but for the life of you, you cannot fathom what, how, when and where. It was just such a hand that I felt I was holding when she said it. Loyana. NOT my benefactor?

The obvious question under such circumstances should have been, if not her then who? But no. Trust me to come up with an entirely tangential approach.

"Do you do this regularly so that you can afford your designer labels or is it just a one off thing?"

Anger. Red hot. Lava hot. Bubbling out of me, seething over my insides with enough venom to destroy even her at that point.

Hatred. Intense, sharp and finely honed, my secret weapon that I kept inside, never letting anyone know that it lived and breathed within me.

I had perfected the art when my step mother began to beat me. When I would scream for mercy and she'd keep hitting me. Using any and everything that she could think of. Slippers, tongs, tempering ladles - whatever came to hand. It came in handy that day.

"No,"she said,"This is a special exception I'm making. For someone I owe a lot to. And you needed the money. So I figured I could help two friends in one go. I am a very helpful person darling. And I shall help you even further. I am going to introduce you to Raoul."

And with that she picked up her cell phone and summoned Raoul.

Topsy Turvy - Turvy Topsy

I walked out with my head spinning. My mind awhirl with what she had just told me. Very casually she had said that she wouldn't be the one partaking of my virginity, someone else would do that. In the mean time I would meet some one. Someone who would tell me what to do. Someone who would be my hand holder.

That someoen turned out to be Raoul - Physically perfect, mentally flawed. A man with no morality, no scruples and a seemingly logical justification for nearly every evil in the world. When people began raping not just my body but my mind as well he'd watch me try to pick up the pieces and lend a helping hand.

Raoul and I had met before. Where? Lets leave that till tomorrow shall we? Right now my benefactor awaits my presence in their bed.

Yatharth Yashwantrai Thakore

Yash. Call me Yash. Or Raoul if you don't mind. Say it with me now. Raa - uul. Strong emphasis on the last syllable please. Thank You.

Woodsmoke and the sea. That's me. I'm that guy they show in the risque advertisements. Every woman's fantasy. Every girl's dream. Lush black hair, straight nose, strong jaw line, smooth skin, muscled body, dimples, you name it and I've got it. My artistry is perfected to the extent that I become whatever my client desires.

I built Raoul with care. Every muscle group, every nuance honed till it threatened to trip off the skeleton. My own mother wouldn't recognise me. Not that it matters. I am here because Loyana wanted me to be here.

I am available. For a fee I do things that your husband/lover/boyfriend wouldn't even dream of. I take your body and play, play with it and get paid for it. I caress, kiss and stroke, your hair, your eyes, every nook and cranny that you are either ashamed of or fear revealing to your partner. I make you feel beautiful, desirable, ecstatic even. I don't play games. No name calling, no barters.

I demand nothing except that for those few hours you put yourself in my capable hands and let my instinct, my intuition take you to places where maybe you have never ventured before. Let your senses go, leave your inhibitions on the other side of the door. Take part in the feast of the senses and at the end, don't 'forget' to pay me. Because hey, a man's got to eat. And this is what puts bread on my table.

I am a Gigolo. I do almost anything in that line as long as you are not into pain. But there is a price tag for everything. Because my dear friend, there's no such thing as a free lunch. As I realised when my gym instructor took my virginity.

For now suffice it to say that I provided pleasure of a different kind to Loyana, she paid well. and I had no qualms about sharing knowledge with someone who had willingly gotten into it. An educated intellectual manwhore. That was a new one. And when Loyana told me about him, I was intrigued enough to enter this story and play my part.