Coming Very Soon: A Collection of Short Stories

As you may imagine, Tammy Pierre is a character that I’ve been writing, bringing to life, for many years now. But, in short stints in between writing Tammy’s books, I often find myself writing one-off short stories which my team has convinced me to begin publishing.

Here’s a SNEAK PEEK of the first short that will be published, hopefully later this month.

I am a Gigolo by Andrew Segal

I am a gigolo.
I like that sound. A JEEEEEEEE GOH LO!!! That’s right. A professional man.
My face is my fortune. My cock is my compass.

I make women happy. Not all women. Certain women. Rich women. Rich widows. Rich, American widows. At least, mostly, rich American widows.

So how do I know? Easy. ‘Cos, see I’m from the old US of A. So that’s how I know.

I’ve been in the game for maybe ten years. It all started when I found myself unemployed and starving, bumming around in Cannes. The place was festooned with beautiful people. Girls you’d die for. Blondes, brunettes, redheads: cool, elegant, sophisticated. Legs to the sky, skin like bronzed peach on honeydew melons. Men, sleek, slick, suntanned; looking like a million dollars, (probably worth a million dollars), driving around in flash, open-top American sports cars.

Lots of it. But how do you make a million overnight?

“Gambling,” I said. But no. Wouldn’t work. I was dressed like a tramp. Hell, I stank like a tramp. Still, I had to have some of it. I wanted it so bad I could practically taste the want.

My folks wanted me to be a doctor, like Dad. Or an accountant like Granddad. But all I wanted was fun.

I was good with the girls. You know what I mean. Good where it counts. Between the sheets. Nice. A considerate lover, they called me. Always let the lady come first. All the guys said I was mad. Enjoy yourself, they said. What’s your problem? If she comes, she comes. You’re under no obligation. She ain’t paying so she ain’t calling the shots. If you got what the lady wants, she’ll get what she needs.

But see, that was the trouble. I didn’t really have what the ladies wanted. ‘Cos, like, see, I was small in that department. All the guys at school and college had like three legs. And me? Well, I had like this apology for a dong. A shrivelled worm. A cocktail sausage. A maggot’s head.

But I was always careful, never let them see. Always managed to keep the little critter hidden…

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That’s all for now.

I hope you enjoyed that little sneak peek. I would love to hear your thoughts. And, of course, when the story is available for purchase on Amazon, I’ll add a link here.

Thank you for your support.

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