The Escort Man's

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Oscar was just about to chug the rest of the drink in his hand, when the man's room door suddenly opened. Naomi stood in the doorway staring angrily at Oscar.

"What is this, Osh?" Naomi's bully who quickly snatched the bottle of glass containing the drink from Oscar's hand.

"What's? It's just alcohol and it won't get me drunk!" Oscar replied in self-defense.

"I told you not to drink this kind of drink!" Naomi warned Oscar sternly.

"I'm not serving clients, Nao! So let me spend it!" Oscar was about to reclaim the bottle, but Naomi moved swiftly and slimly poured the contents until it was finished in the bathroom sink.

"Suck!" Oscar was upset.

"What's really bothering you?" Naomi asked after she finished throwing the bottle into the trash.

"It's nothing! I just want to drink! That's all!" Answer Oscar who landed his ass in frustration on the couch.

"You can see a psychiatrist tomorrow. I've been working your schedule-"

"I told you, I don't need a psychiatrist, Nao!" Oscar replied firmly.

"Of course you need!"

"You're no longer even interested in serving younger clients and always opt for older clients. Isn't that worrying?" Cecar Naomi while crossing.

"You're the one who's worried because I've never seen you in a relationship or just vent your passion with your collective escorts!" Oscar turned Naomi's words around.

"Where do you know that? You investigated my life? You sassy!" Sinis Naomi sat on the sofa opposite Oscar.

"So, did you really never sleep with any man?" Ask Oscar curiously.

"Bed relationship is not my priority right now! I'm focusing on this escort business and the bed relationship is just a distraction for me!" Answer Naomi in a loud tone.

"Crosses?" Oscar laughed mockingly.

"Would you try it with me? So that you don't have any more doubts and I can all prove that I'm still interested in younger women." Oscar challenged Naomi.

"I'm older than you if you forget!" Naomi pointed at Oscar's chest.

"And I'm not gonna fuck a man who smells like alcohol!" Naomi continued again as she got up from her seat, then swung a step to get out of Oscar's room. But then, the woman stopped her steps at the doorway and turned to Oscar.

"Change minds?" Ask Oscar in a sensual teasing tone.

"I just want a bilanv if I'm gonna put a CCTV in your room."

"Then you don't have a schedule to meet clients tomorrow morning until afternoon. So you can go to a psychiatrist."

"I'm not leaving!" Reject Oscar quickly.

"Whatever!" Naomi twists her eyeballs lazily.

"That night you'll accompany a client to a party."

"Thank you for your advice, Nao! I'll prepare myself for tomorrow night!" Oscar got up and walked over to Naomi. But Naomi had even gone without further ado to Oscar.

"Mitch! You're home yet?" Vaguely Oscar hears Naomi's voice calling Mitch, another escort at Naomi's agency.

Oscar exits the room, then looks downstairs where Naomi has greeted Mitch with a hot treat. Even Mitch doesn't hesitate to rem*s Naomi's ass. Then the two lovebirds immediately disappeared into Naomi's room.

Oscar suspects!

Never mind all this time, Jesslyn was Mitch's biological child!

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"Oscars! You coming too?" Madame Brennen's greeting tonight also came to the event that Oscar attended.

Unfortunately, Oscar became a date for another rich woman and not a date for Madame Brennen.

"You consulted Oscar's psychologist, too, Aster?" Ask Madame Theron who's Oscar's date tonight.

"Yes!"

"Oscar can always provide the best solution in each of our consultations" continued Madame Brennen again, staring at Oscar with a teasing look.

And at once, Oscar wanted to directly hit the forty-year-old woman and drag her into bed.

Damnit damnit!

"Come, Oscar!" Invite Madame Theron next to Oscar who is still enjoying his wild daydream just for staring at Madame Brennen's body curves.

"Excuse me, Madame Brennen!" Pamit Oscar is polite, as Madame Brennen suddenly slips something into Oscar's suit pocket unbeknownst to Madame Theron of course.

"Please! Have a good time tonight with your date, Theron!" Madame Brennen said before the woman fanned herself, who was suddenly overheated because she saw Oscar holding another woman.

"Do you need anything, madam?" Tanya Johnson is Madame Brennen's assistant.

"No! I just want to be alone!" Madame Brennen replied firmly and Johnson immediately resigned and gave space to Madame Brennen.

Madame Brennen then threw her gaze on the dance floor, where Oscar was dancing gracefully with Madame Theron there.

Why is this room getting hotter!

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