BH-937 I Am a Hollywood Call Boy
I Am a Hollywood Call Boy
Brandon House
BH-937
Mark Shelby
$0.95
Introduction
What sex am I?
I sell my body to the highest bidder—man, woman, faggot, lesbian, switch-hitter—or what have you! I commute from Sodom to Gomorrah. The sadists, the masochists, the voyeurs, the fetishists, the multi-perverts I know them all—and they know me… and you can say that again! I’ve sold my body so many times, it doesn’t belong to me any more… they all own a little piece of me. What sex am I? You name it.
The Secret Sickness of Our Big Cities… Laid Bare for the First Time… At First Hand!
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She was the sexiest broad I’d ever been close to—and she knew it. She turned back to the door and arched that luscious body up to mine. She pressed her hot breasts and loins against me, slowly revolving her hips in what is probably the oldest female gesture since the beginning of time.
Her lips sought mine, her tongue entered and explored my mouth. I felt myself on fire as she clung close to me, her hands clasped around my body, caressing, exciting. But I deliberately forced myself to break the embrace, and looked down at her.
Her eyes were almost closed, her nostrils flaring. Her magnificent breasts rose and fell with her breathing.
I had to control myself. Don’t deliver the merchandise until the price is paid. I, Mark Shelby, boy whore, had to stick to that rule to survive. Nevertheless my voice was pretty shaky as I made myself ask her:
“A trick—or all night, Miss Smith? Cash in advance, remember?”
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