I continue the tale of how I, at twenty-three years old, became a gigolo, male escort, ‘social companion’, or whatever term you prefer. I fell into this work completely by accident. My girlfriend at the time, Sheryl, had gotten rather tipsy at a party of her very wealthy aunt. Unbeknownst to me, Sheryl had told her aunt’s very attractive friend Allison all about the one thing that separated me from most men. The one thing...

Mrs. Forde parked up on the driveway of what was to be her home for the next few months. It was a rental that her company had paid for, and Mrs Forde hoped it had everything she had requested. “Kelly, wake up, we’re here,” Mrs Forde said as she got out of the SUV, looking the house over from the front. Mrs. Forde wore jean shorts and a white T-shirt. It had been a long drive all the way to this mid-sized town here in Ariz...

I am writing to my Earth readers, to tell you about the incredible world of Rigel VI. I recently moved here to Rigel VI to retire. Why you ask? The main reason is the incredible local custom of having an endless supply of beautiful sex-slaves. Pleasure-slaves, as they are known here, are owned by the rich elite of this planet. They take care of the sexual needs of their 'masters' or owners. Most rich men and women own at...