"I don't believe you," Tom said, as he continued standing in front of Peter. Peter smiled, as he could see the surprised look of disbelief on Tom's face.
"It's okay if you don't believe me, but that's the truth, Tom. I didn't sleep with any woman for money," Peter said, and Tom crossed his arms around his chest as he stared at Peter in awe, even as night fell.
"The truth is, there's this beautiful young lady I saw today, and she was struggling to carry her nylon bag. I offered to help her carry it, but she refused and said I stank. And guess what?" Peter looked at Tom, who stood speechlessly in front of him in the closed shops.
"She opened her red purse and threw a $100 cash at me, just like that. She said I should get some new clothing because I stink," Peter said, shaking his head at the memory.
"What? Just like that?" Tom asked him, as he finally walked up to sit beside Peter on the bench. But Peter shifted away from his friend again, surprising Tom, who laughed out and said, "Wait, Peter. Just because you bought new clothes, you're now avoiding me? Really?"
Tom didn't get annoyed, and Peter laughed out as he stood up and stared back at Tom, who finally sat on the bench. Peter said, "What did you expect of me, Tom? That I'll sit with you and let you soak me with sweat?"
Tom frowned in silence as he saw that Peter was serious. Peter said, "I was telling you just now that I was insulted by this pretty lady, and you thought it was a joke that she just gave me money like that. Well, it's not."
Peter looked away, not sitting back beside Tom, and Tom said, "It's okay, Peter. I believe you now."
Tom knew that Peter was a handsome, fair-skinned man, very attractive, and that most ladies shamelessly approached him and wooed him to become their boyfriend, but Peter refused.
Furthermore, Tom had even seen some ladies offering cash to Peter to sleep with him, but Peter clearly rejected it, saying he couldn't sleep with a lady for money, and Tom couldn't understand why.
They were poor and couldn't afford rent in the city, and although Tom knew that Peter was a graduate from a well-renowned university that his parents had sent him to, but because Peter wasn't able to get a good job, his previous friends who were fraudsters had sent him away. And not only that, Peter didn't want to return to the village to meet his parents empty-handed.
Tom knew that if he was the one who got the contract job from different ladies asking him out for only a one-night stand, and to become their sugar boy, he would accept. As he was suffering daily and wasn't a graduate like Peter to get a better job, because the city was hard.
Tom sat and stared at Peter, and after a while, Tom shook his head and said, "You're indeed a lucky man, Peter. But a lot of men in your shoes would just be using these pretty ladies who are requesting your services freely. They'd just sleep with them, collect their payment, and dump them. It's not like the ladies are even asking you to marry them. You're really missing out, man, and honestly, if I were you, and getting all these proposals from at least one woman, I would've long left this slum we're sleeping in every night," Tom said.
"Hmm," Peter sighed, and he walked back to the bench to sit beside Tom. He stared out at the busy road and the different types of exotic cars driving along, and he said, "Well, that's you, Tom, and not me. I can't be sleeping with a woman for money. Before I left the village for this city, my mom advised me not to fall for any woman advising me to become her puppy and pay me to sleep with her. Mom always said that I'll lose my respect as a man if I allow any woman to be working and feeding me while I relax at her comfort and become her slave. No matter what I do in the city, I'll never be able to progress, being tossed around by a woman."
"Shut up, Peter! How about now that you're not with a woman? Aren't you being tossed around every day already? Imagine a lady just gave you $100 without you doing anything for her or touching her bag either. Or why would she just give you such a huge amount of money like that? If it's not that she admires you and likes you... Look, let me tell you, man. No woman will just give out her money to a man like that, never!" Tom exclaimed, and Peter sighed.
"It's alright, Tom. I saw in her eyes too that she admired me at first, but upon sensing that I stank and was drenched in my own sweat, she threw the cash at me. So maybe you're right. I guess if I was ugly, she wouldn't have helped me," Peter agreed, shaking his head sadly.
"Same thing I'm advising you, Peter. Explore these ladies now that you have the chance. Before you die of poverty. Chai! If you see another lady again who's disturbing you or asking you to just spend a night with her, please link me to her, Peter, and let me become her puppet," Tom begged.
"No," Peter stared at Tom and shook his head in rejection.
"Seriously, Peter, if you don't help me on this, then we're no longer friends," Tom glared at Peter, and Peter stared at him in shock.
"You can't be serious, Tom. So you want me to be duping the ladies and turning into a p********e too? What's the difference between you and my previous friends who were fraudsters and also threw me out?" Peter questioned, but Tom shook his head and replied, "This one is not fraud, Peter. The ladies have agreed to help you and move you out of poverty. And on the contrary, you'll be warming her bed and banging her too. It's totally different from fraud, as in fraud, you didn't offer her any services, but only scammed her of her wealth and fled away. But in this, it's just like being paid for the service you rendered," Tom emphasized, but Peter still shook his head and replied, "No. I cannot do that."
"Oh, Peter! I can't believe I'm advising an English graduate like you on a simple thing like this," Tom cussed frustratedly as he stared at Peter and stood up from the bench. Peter said, "I cannot become a male p********e, Tom. Never! And this conversation is over. If you want to cut me off, then fine! Do the same, as I don't care, and I will never become a woman's puppet, never. If I see another woman looking for a recommendation of a male p********e to service her bed and fụck her harder like you said, then I'll recommend your service to her, bye, but count me out."
Peter finally stood up from the bench and started walking away, leaving Tom standing speechlessly as he stared at him.
"Okay, Peter. That's fine for me. I'll be expecting my first-ever contract job of servicing a woman!" Tom screamed out to Peter's hearing. Peter only shook his head as he stared back at Tom and paused.
"Are you this serious about becoming a male p********e?" Peter questioned Tom as he walked up to meet him.
"What do you expect of me, man? I'm not a graduate like you, and I'm from a poor family too. This year, I'll be 30 years old, and yet no wife, no car, no house, and you're here receiving a lot of proposals from different pretty women who are asking you out."
"Just note that if you see any pretty young woman who stops you again and proposes for you to become her sugar boy, just tell her you have a very handsome, dark-skinned friend with a big rod who will service her however she wants, and you can contract me, as I'm ready to start the job immediately," Tom said.
"What!" Peter exclaimed, and he laughed out as he stared at Tom in shock.
"You can't be serious about this?" Peter said, but Tom ignored him and walked past him to climb onto the pavement. Tom still wanted to run some errand jobs, even as night had fallen, as his job was also carrying different people's loads and helping them carry the loads to their cars until night fell.
"I'm serious, Peter. Just a one-night stand with a rich woman will change my life forever. That's what some young ladies do here in the city, by servicing a rich man and warming up his bed for money. Life isn't fair to everyone, Peter, and we must also strive hard to survive it. So I'll be expecting the contract from you. I have to run along now, before the night completely falls. Let me see if I can get some extra cash to add to the little I had gathered during the day," Tom said, and Peter replied, "Okay."