The days passed without receiving any news from my GIGOLO, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened the night we met, every time my phone rang my heart was racing thinking it might be him. A week after that day, at 9:00 am, a WhatsApp message arrived on my mobile, it was him: "Hello bitch, you have work today, at 10:00 pm I want you to be where we met".

The day passed slowly, I was between nervous and excited, I didn't know what to expect or what I would have to do. When I left work, I went home quickly, showered and cleaned my ass thoroughly, got dressed and left. I arrived 15 minutes before the agreed time, there were a couple of cars, one approached me with his cock out, but I told him I couldn't, I had an appointment.

My GIGOLO didn't take long to appear, as before, walking behind my car, he approached and got into the back seat, I went to greet him, but without even starting, a blow to the back of my neck indicated that I should be quiet. "Start the car, bitch", I obeyed without hesitation and began to drive down the road. As we drove, he started talking on the phone, speaking in Arabic, when he hung up, he told me to drive to a farm on the outskirts. It was a small house with a garden and trees around it.

When I got out of the car, my GIGOLO told me to undress and give him the car keys and my phone. From his backpack, he took out a set of black mini-skirt, a pink thong, high-heeled shoes, and a white tank top with the word "BICH" on the front and "FUCK MY ASS" on the back in uppercase black letters. I got dressed as quickly as I could, when I finished, I looked at him and saw that he had a long, dark wig in his hand, "Put it on", he ordered me. I did, and when he saw me, he said, "Now, apart from being a good bitch, you also look like one". My face turned red, and I could only say a timid thank you.

We entered the farm and walked along a path to the house, when we arrived at the door, he rang the bell, and I stayed a couple of steps behind him with my head down, looking at the ground, and my hands behind my back. The door didn't take long to open, and a man in his 50s, Arabic, about 180 cm tall, with a big mustache and wearing a white tunic, appeared. They spoke in Arabic, and when they finished, my GIGOLO looked at me and said, "I'll be back for you at 6, behave, bitch", and giving me a slap on the ass, he left, taking my clothes and car with him.

The man, without saying a word, invited me in with his hand, I entered a small living room with an old sofa, a small table, a TV stand, and a fireplace. I stayed standing next to the sofa, and he sat down, indicating that I should sit next to him. He started touching my legs and fondling me while kissing my neck, I was stiff, it gave me a bit of disgust.

He told me to stand up and do a striptease for him, with his phone, he put on some music and started recording, I began to move. I'm not very good at dancing, and with the high heels I was...