Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
My friend merely rolls her eyes.
“No, not a go-go dancer. Not like one of those guys who dances at clubs. An escort. You know the kind that you have fun with,” she winks.
Now I’m taken even more aback.
“Holy cow. If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, then they could have diseases and such.”
My friend merely rolls her eyes.
“Would you stop? You’re so frickin’ boring, Amy! This is a bucket list. It doesn’t mean I’m going to actually do it. Besides, I hear Hot Nights NYC is really great. They have hundreds of guys to choose from, and that’s the allure. I don’t have to put on tons of make-up and act all skanky to get a guy. You just pay for it, except I heard the service is really expensive. One night with one of their guys can run you something like two thousand dollars.”
I gasp.
“Two thousand? Who can afford that?”
She nods knowingly.
“I know, right? But people definitely use the service. In fact, I heard Kira Rosenbaum ponied up just last month. She had all her bat mitzvah money from when she was thirteen and saved it, letting interest grow. Finally, she hired a guy last month from Hot Nights NYC, and let’s just say she couldn’t even walk normally the next day. It was insane.”
I gasp.
“Kira Rosenbaum? But she’s so … I don’t know, blah. I see her in the library all the time.”
Carly nods smugly.
“Yeah, exactly, right? Anyone can hire a guy from Hot Nights NYC. As long as you have the money, the world will be your oyster. So that’s what’s on my bucket list. I’m starting a savings fund so by the time I’m twenty-nine, I can hire the studliest stud on the site.”
I begin to giggle.
“The studliest stud? Is that even a thing?”
My friend merely shrugs.
“Hey, it’s a catchy phrase. But yeah, I want to hire a guy with a huge you-know-what, and I want him to be a professional because he’s going to be waayyy better than the guys I usually date. I mean, college boys are boring. They’re so small down there, and I think I’d be more satisfied with someone who’s a magnum.”
I try to stop laughing because my friend’s phrasing is out of control.
“A magnum?”
My friend nods sagely.
“Hell yeah. I’m not settling for anything smaller than a size XL if I’m paying for it. That’s where Hot Nights NYC comes in. You can order from their catalog, like picking something out on Amazon. Hair color, eye color, and you-know-what size. Plus, there’s no clam-jamming.”
I giggle again.
“What’s clam-jamming?”
“It’s just like cock-blocking, except among women,” Carly says. “None of that happens when you use a service because you’re lining up for appointments. It’s very orderly.” At that, I burst into giggles but Carly’s not having it. My friend’s stuck on this subject, and she’s going to get an answer.
“So what about you, Amy?” she asks feistily. “What are you really looking for?”
I laugh again. This conversation is so crazy.
“In men, or on this bucket list?”
My friend grins.
“Both. Come on, sex and love have to be on your list, right? We’re cosmopolitan young ladies living in New York City. No list is complete without a healthy dose of the male species.”
I take a deep breath, my heart beating.
“Well, actually, there is something.”
My friend nods, her pen poised over the notebook.
“Spit it out. What is it?”
I take another deep breath. Am I ready to reveal my deepest desire? Carly’s my best friend, but still. My secret seems too dirty to admit. Then again, it’s not like I’m truly going to do it.
“Well, I’ve always wanted to be with two men in that way, you know. With two men servicing me.”
This time, Carly’s pen literally drops to the bedspread as she gapes at me, her mouth open.
“Are you serious?”
I nod.
“I am. It’s bad, isn’t it?”
My friend merely leaps up and throws her arms around me in a hug.
“Girlfriend, I had no idea you were so dirrrty! Hell yeah! Two men,” she says, grabbing her pen again and scribbling in the notebook. “This is awesome, Amy. Looks definitely deceive because on the outside, you seem so innocent, but on the inside, you’re totally filthy! Who would have guessed? Two dudes? Yee-haw!”
I smile ruefully.
“Yeah, but it’s not real. I mean, how in the world am I supposed to find two men who would do this?”
Carly pins me with a look.
“Haven’t you been listening?”
I shake my head.
“No, what? Did I miss something?”
My friend merely bounces up on the bed again, her red curls flying.
“NO! You’re so clueless sometimes, Amy. Hot Nights NYC! You’ve got to go on-line and buy what you need. Money will solve your problems, and that’s how you’re going to check this particular item off! Hell yeah! Start saving now, though,” my friend warns in a serious tone. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you have to pay double for the experience. I mean, exotic fantasies don’t come cheap.”