5. Curtis

It has been two days after Baxter and Mykola, and I was having my lazy day where my schedule was free. But instead of enjoying my free time, I was visiting Mrs. Diaz at the assisted living center.

She was not getting any better, one of the nurses at the retirement home said that she's one of those people who hung up on their spouses. Her willingness to survive died the moment Mrs. Diaz lost her husband.

Two hours later I was on my way back home hoping to rest for the day when Kamaria called and told me that I have been requested.

"What do you mean by requested?"

I was pulling over by the side of the road, the information was flowing and I was having difficulties in concentrating while driving at the same time.

"Well, sometimes our clients like to use our services for their business transactions, to smoothens the deal. The pay is good, but you have to fly to London. Mr. Newman is requesting your service, he will not be joining you. He trusts that you will take care of his client and make him happy. Look, why don't you come to the office and we'll talk."

"Oh, okay."

I was ten minutes away from the office so I agreed with her and was knocking on her door then she lets me in with a warm smile on her face.

"...remember that the travel will add additional bonus to your account, this is a sweet opportunity, Benjamin. My assistant is arranging your paperwork and your first-class flight ticket. I will send you an email with Newman's client detail later today."

Kamaria was sitting behind her desk while I looked at her in all seriousness feeling bored on the inside. After my threesome with Baxter and Mykola, I was feeling dull for sex.

I mean, I like sex just like any gay man in their early twenties but the feeling of being paid to do so was rubbing me off the wrong way. And being paid an insane amount of money was worrying me. I was afraid that I'd get too comfortable with the setting.

"Benjamin?" she took me back to the current situation.

"Okay,"

I looked at her and put on my pretty smile then she continued with her explanation.

"Now the tricky part is Mr. Newman said the man is not out, but he was confirmed by his team that his client is secretly gay. And since you're a surprise he wants all the credit if you succeeded and none if you fail, meaning if his intel is wrong."

"Will I be in danger?"

Seducing a straight man rarely ends well, I might get beat up if he turns out to be a homophobic dude, but obviously, Kamaria cares about her employees that she was making sure all aspects are taken care of.

"I have arranged a bodyguard for you, for tomorrow night, he'll meet you in London. You don't have to worry about anything, you will be escorted out safely and get back here immediately should anything happen."

"Okay," I stated truly hoping that the bodyguard is good at his job.

"I'll send everything to your email. You will leave tonight."

I sighed and nodded, thinking might as well get my beauty sleep on the first-class evening flight.

The flight was delayed for a couple of hours, and I finally arrived in London's most expensive hotel just before lunchtime. I decided to take a few hours of sleep, but I ended up tossing and turning until I gave up and decided to call Jacqueline.

"So, your first time abroad, how do you like it?"

"Like a first-class whore."

"Aww... Benji, we're doing this for the fun of it. You need to leave the feeling behind and enjoy the view. Don't tell me you went straight to the hotel?"

"Ehm yeah, I thought I can catch a nap, but obviously I couldn't so I'm calling you."

I could hear her sigh of disappointment from the other line and I tugged my lip upward knowing I secretly love to annoy her.

"Go outside, sit at a nearby coffee shop, and bring your Kindle with you. Spend the afternoon and just take in the foreign air."

We talked for a couple of more minutes until she insisted me to go outside and so I did. I was out of the hotel until it was time for me to shower then meet with the supposedly gay client of Baxter Newman.

I was at the appointed hotel restaurant, feeling the usual nervousness when a buff man came up to me and introduced himself as Gene, my appointment bodyguard. He was handsome and I couldn't peel my eyes away from him until he finally smirked and told me that my client has arrived.

The slight embarrassment that he knows what I was there for made my cheeks flush and I couldn't read his expression when he moved back and blended in with the rest of the crowd.

I took a deep breath and walked to the bar where Curtis Cuthbert, who can pass as Captain America's stunt double was ordering himself a drink. I could hear my heart pounding when I squeezes beside him to order the gayest cocktail of the century.

"Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..."

The sexy captain America look alike smiled but move back to give me some space and I bite my lip and smile at him. I was going all out wanting to get it over with while I could still see Gene on the corner of the room pretending to talk to some hot redhead woman. I was feeling insecure seeing the man beside me, thinking he could surely beat me up to a pulp if he's a straight homophobic guy.

"It's okay, don't think I've seen guys ordered that in a while." Curtis Cuthbert was looking more and more straight as he said the words with his deep manly voice.

I rest my hand to the bar and knowingly brushing my shoulder to his, hoping that he was not too disgusted and punched me right there. I was having mixed feelings looking at the bartender that was pouring him his Macallan, straight. It was an expensive manly drink, surely matches his Rolex and gold cufflinks.

But I know he's gay the moment he watches as my lips slowly touch the edge of my girly cocktail glass.

"Come with me." He whispered lowly, ushering me to the other corner of the room. I could see Gene was following us at a safe distance, and I gave him a small nod and he confirmed my situation with a slight nod.

We finished our drinks, we were engaged in small talk telling him that I was in London for business and so was he. We were both implying that it's going to be a one-night stand in a foreign country, then we couldn't get to his hotel room quick enough.

His lips crushed mine the moment he locked his suite hotel room. I was pushed to the wall and he started groping me, the not so whore man in me was getting uncomfortable, but I was kissing him back trying to show him the same eagerness.

"Tell me, did Newman sent you?" he chuckled when he figured it out easily as I tensed and nodded.

"My personal little slut for the night, strip me naked and suck my cock." He grabbed my hair when I didn't move.

He was naked within moments, his cock was hard, his tip was glistening with his precum and it only took me seconds to kneel and put his erection and let him fuck my mouth while telling me to undress.

His rough and urgent manner made me hard, and he knows it. The man groaned and told me to jerk off, and so I did and he cursed when I was moaning with his cock in my mouth.

I was pulled up, pushed against walls, my nipples were hard as the friction was making me let out a small moan. His hands were busy when he lubed and prepped me. I didn't even realize when he magically pull out the lube and condom, but I was definitely feeling his girth when he stretches my insides.

"Fuck!" I cursed in delight.

My wrists were held above my head, my cheek touched the wall while my back was feeling his front. He was using me in the most whorish way while whispering that I was his slut.

"Jerk yourself my pretty little slut."

He was degrading me and I was strangely becoming more aroused. I was slim, but I was built tough my muscles were lean. The fact was stated when Jacqueline said that Sugar Daddies will nibble me for my physical traits alone.

Maybe it's the foreign country, maybe it's the secret meeting, but I couldn't care less when all I wanted was to let go and reach for my climax.

The sting on my ass was painfully delicious the moment his large palm met my butt cheek. It made me clenched so fucking hard that he groaned and bite my neck and suck me hungrily. He smacked my other side with such force that I shuddered when I let myself go and made a mess of myself.

He chuckled, still very hard inside me when he pulled out and told me to lay my back on the sofa. He spread my legs, his smug sexy face looked at me as he thrusts hard.

Over and over again.

That man has the stamina of a young stud. I was bent, spread, smacked, and thoroughly fuck when he finally hold me down and cum inside me, filling the condom while kissing me, telling me what a good little slut I was.

I was dazed from my third climax, and he pulled my pleasured body and have a sexy shower where I kneel and suck him off and let him cum on me. I was too tired to be offended so I play my part and look up with a shy smile and let him smear his cum all over my face.

The shower quickly ended, I was told to go to the bed telling me that he wants his morning fuck the next day. So I let his hand wrapped my waist while he spooned me from behind and I was asleep from the soreness and too many climaxes.