Chapter One: Luke, the Grindr Hottie
'I'll be there in 10 minutes,' reads the message. I get an instant hardon. Luke is the hottest guy I have ever seen on Grindr. Which is why he never has time to hook up. He has every bottom of Greenwich lusting after him. All of my friends have tried their luck and failed. And today, I succeeded. After two months of casual talk and pics exchange, he has finally agreed to come to my place and fuck my brains out. I run up to my bedside table and make sure there are enough condoms and lubes. I know it's there, but my OCD makes me double-check everything.
I then rush to my toilet and douche. Don't want any unhappy accidents while the hottest guy on my side of New York fucks me. As I come out of my toilet, the buzzer rings, and I run to the door and let him into the building. In a few minutes, he is entering my house.
'Walter, is it?' Luke shakes my hand with a firm cold grip. He looks at my apartment and seems surprised. My house is my pride and joy. I handpicked every single item in my home and love keeping it clean and tidy. It's a good thing that my job as a talent manager to celebrities pays well enough because I have expensive taste. And Luke is clearly impressed.
'Wow. You have an amazing house. My place looks like a pigsty compared to this.'
'Well, with looks like yours, who needs a good house?' I regret saying this the second the words leave my mouth. I don't want him to see me as a thirsty bitch who only cares about looks. I mean I am a thirsty bitch who only cared about looks but I don't want him to know that.
But he doesn't seem to mind and smiles.
'So you manage celebrities?' he sounds genuinely interested.
Everyone does when they find out.
'Mostly TV actors.'
'Anyone I might know?'
'I've managed Jackie DuPont, Max Simpson.'
'Max is hot!'
'Max is an asshole. Which is why I stopped managing him. I'm starting a new client tomorrow, Harry Andrews.'