My name is Devil Rider (not my real name). I am a male escort from Karnataka. I am 36 years old, fair, 5’10” tall, and have a 6-inch cock. I provide my services throughout Karnataka.
I apologize if there are any mistakes in narrating this incident, as this is my first story. This is not fiction; it is a true incident, and I am posting it with her permission.
Without wasting much time, I will come directly to my first encounter as a gigolo. This incident happened in 2018.
The heroine of the story is Rani (not her real name). She has an average body type, normal-sized boobs, and is fair enough. She is from Uttarakhand and came here for dental education. She is currently practicing as an assistant doctor in a well-known hospital.
One day, I went to the hospital for a toothache, and luckily, she was the one who took care of me. The first day of treatment was casual, just like with all patients. For the second visit, she called me and gave me an appointment.
On the second visit, I was a bit late. By the time I arrived, she was attending another patient. She then learned I was in the waiting area for my turn. It took too long to complete the treatment of the other patient.
Finally, it finished, and she came to me and asked me the reason for my delay. I gave her some excuse. Then she asked me to follow her for further treatment, so I did as she instructed.
After 10-15 minutes of treatment, her cell phone beeped, and she excused herself. There was a message from her boyfriend. After reading the message, her face suddenly became dull, and she handed me over to another doctor for further treatment.
Still, I was watching her reaction on her face. After the completion of my treatment, I went to her to say goodbye.
She said, “Sorry, I wasn’t able to continue your treatment.”
I said, “No problem. I think there was a message that disturbed you, so I can understand.” With that, I left.
On the same day in the evening, I got a message from her seeking an apology for her behavior.
She: Good evening, Sir. It’s me, Rani, Assistant Doctor. Sorry for today.
Me: It’s okay, Doctor. I can understand.
She: Actually, sir, it was my boyfriend’s message, and I had to answer, so I left in between.
Me: If you don’t mind, can I ask you something?
She: Yep, sure.
Me: Where are you from?
She: Why? Is it necessary to know?
Me: Not necessary, but I just asked because your Hindi accent is familiar to the North Indian side.
She: Yes, sir, I am from Uttarakhand. I came here for studies.
Me: Yes, Doctor. In fact, it’s good that you value education the most and kept it as your priority.
She: I want to become a doctor.
Me: Of course, you will become a good and great doctor in time.
She: Thank you, sir. Bye.
Me: Bye, Dear.
She: “Dear”? Why?
Me: ‘Dear’ in the sense that you are a good human being, a nice doctor, a good-looking girl, and you want to be self-independent.
She: Yes, sir, thank you. It’s you who is praising me a lot, and then there is my boyfriend talking nonsense.
Me: If you feel better, you can share it with me.
She: No, sir, it’s okay. Nice talking with you. You are also a nice human being. Bye.
Me: Bye.
Two days later, she called me again for my third and final appointment, which would be in four days. She gave me an appointment. After four days, I went to the hospital early because I didn’t want to wait in the waiting area. Until this time, I hadn’t had any such feelings toward her.
After 30-40 minutes, she came and wished me “Good Morning.” I wished her back. Then she asked me to follow her. While treating me, she broke the silence and said, “Thank you for that day. You encouraged me with your words. I felt a bit relaxed after messaging you.”
In reply, I said, “Thank you. After all, we are all human beings. We need to care about people and have to support them as much as possible.”
Then she said to me, “Can I have a cup of coffee with you? It’s on me.”
I said, “Not now, some other day.”
She said, “Okay.”
For some days, I was waiting for her message, but unfortunately, she didn’t text me, so I texted her.
Me: Hello doctor, how are you? I hope you are doing well.
She (after 2 hours): I am fine, sir. Sorry for the late reply; I was in the hospital, so I didn’t reply to you.
Me: It’s okay. Doctor, I guess my treatment is finished successfully.
She: Hmm, yes, sir, it’s finished.
Me: Nice to hear that. So, Doctor, how are things? Is everything okay?
She: Not yet, sir.
Me: It will be okay. By the way, you asked me for coffee, and I said some other day. So, I was thinking, how about Sunday?
She: Sir, to be frank, Sunday is not possible until 5 p.m. because I have to clean my room and wash my clothes. After 5 pm, I will be free.
Me: It’s okay for me.
She: Then it’s done. I will come at 6 pm. Just ping me the location.
Me: Okay, Doctor. Bye.
Cut to the coffee date. She came, and we both wished each other. Then we went to a restaurant. She was shocked and asked me, “It’s a simple coffee, why did you bring me over here?”
I said, “I know you have to cook at night and eat, so I decided we could have dinner together. If you don’t mind.”
She said, “It’s great, sir, but I don’t think it’s good.”
I replied, “What is bad in that? It’s a small gesture from my side to you for my treatment, as well as you are also feeling low (mood off), so I thought I could do at least this to cheer up the cute girl.”
After hearing this, tears started rolling down from her eyes to her cheeks. So I asked, “What happened? Did I say anything wrong, or did any of my actions hurt you? If so, then I am sorry.”
She replied and said, “Sir, can I hug you now?”
I said, “It’s okay, you can.”
While having dinner, she enquired about myself, and I also enquired about her. There I came to know she is 26 years old, her father is working as a clerk in a State Government office, and she has a boyfriend from her native place. It has been 3 years into their relationship, but now he is doubting her and saying nonsense things.
Her Boyfriend: If you want to marry me, then come back home within 15 days. I will talk to both our parents, and then we will get married.
Her: I want to marry you, but I also can’t come within 15 days. We can marry after 2 years after my completion.
Her Boyfriend: No, don’t want you to continue your studies. If you love me, come as I said.
Her: Please try to understand. It’s not possible for me to come. I have to complete my studies. Why are you doing this?
Her Boyfriend: No, I don’t want to listen to anything. Now it’s high time. Choose me or your education.
Her: I want both you and my education because I love both.
Her Boyfriend: I know you don’t respect me. How can I expect respect from you after marriage?
Her: It’s not like that. Don’t take it in other ways.
Her Boyfriend: You come here as I said, and then we will get married. If not, then it’s up to you.
Her: I can’t. I have to complete my studies.
Her Boyfriend: Then bye. Don’t message me or don’t contact me ever.
Her: If this is what you want, then okay.
She was weeping. I asked her to control her emotions. In that process, I went near her and wiped her tears from her cheeks. (Until this point, I didn’t have any such intentions.)
Later, she controlled herself and again started to eat. She enquired about my job. I said about my job, and by a slip of the tongue, I said, “I am a gigolo.”
For this, her eyes widened. I cursed myself for that line.
Later, we both finished and went from there. She asked me for chocolates and more ice cream, so we went to an ice cream parlor. There she asked about my service as a gigolo.
Initially, I was a bit hesitant, but later I told her I still haven’t got a client and I am looking for an opportunity. She asked me the reason behind this. I said for some financial support.
She also asked, “Working as a gigolo, you must have to keep and maintain the secrecy of the clients.”
I said, “This is the main thing, and I don’t break this because the client trusts me for my faithfulness.”
For this, she replied, “What kind of service will you provide?”
I was shocked by her question and asked her, “Why? Is there any client?”
For that, she came directly, “How about me?”
I was in a state of shock and asked her, “Are you serious? Do you know what you are asking for?”
She said, “You are a nice human being, you also maintain secrecy, and you will provide the service.”
To be frank, after hearing this, I was in seventh heaven. I said, “If you don’t have any issues, then I can.”
For this, she said, “Okay, I will let you know one day.”
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The next part of the story I will narrate to you in the next story; it depends upon your response.
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