Hollywood, California...The town where dreams can either come true or turn into your worst nightmare. The streets are lined with women selling there bodies, the same women who had once came here with dreams and aspirations of being the next big Hollywood Starlet. I had those same dreams when I first saw the Hollywood sign, now just a few days later something I never would have ever dreamed about has happened. No, I'm not talking about beginning my journey to having a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. I didn't become the next big star overnight, what I have become is far more unbelievable. I have become a...
"...Hollywood Gigolo! Yeah, you heard me I'm a Hollywood Gigolo," Shaun said into the phone.
Shaun Riche sat there and listened as the person on the other line spoke. His mind was racing. He had come to Hollywood to become a star just like so many others. He had bottomed out at his first few auditions but after his third one a man walked up to him with a proposition. He had said how he thought Shaun had the right look and it was only a matter of time before he got his break.
Shaun just nodded as he know he had looks most men would die for. He stood about 6'3" and weighed in at around 230 pounds of an absolutely chiseled frame. He had long light blonde hair along with boyishly good looks that made adults growing up see him as the nice boy next door and made the girls drop at his feet...Shaun was also very, large, but we'll get to that later...
The man introduced himself as Oliver. He had given his proposition to Shaun about an Escort service he ran. He said that it was the main one used by the Stars when they didn't want to show up at an awards show, or interview or wherever else alone. Shaun was a bit reluctant at first but he needed the money and figured it couldn't hurt to be seen on the arm of a few Hollywood Starlets so he agreed to go along with it. Shaun thought he had a simple job of escorting these movie stars to various places so they could be seen with a gorgeous man on there arm, nothing more...Boy, was he mistaken.
Shaun had two appointments his first week, and they were just a two small time women on TV shows that probably wouldn't last longer than a single season. They lasted about an hour each. Simple, walk with them, spot for the cameras, get into car, leave, the end.
Following those two things were a bit slow for the next week. Shaun was thinking about calling it quits when he got a paper slipped to him with his next job listed on it. Shaun figured it was just another fluff job like the first two but when he opened it he saw that it was quite bigger. He was scheduled to be an escort at the Grammy's and he was to escort none other than Shania Twain.
"Holy shit," Shaun said aloud. He didn't even bother to look around to see if anyone was there to hear his sudden outburst. No one was, not that it would have mattered to him. He was on cloud nine as he stared at the paper in his hand like it was written by the hand of God himself...
The night finally came and Shaun was dazzled by the glitz and glamour of the event. As he walked down the red carpet holding Shania's arm he imagined that all the camera's popping were for him and not the drop dead gorgeous singer on his arm.
