Chapter 3 Surprised Friend

"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 that there's this beautiful young lady that I saw today. She was struggling to carry her nylon bag, and I offered to help her carry it, but she refused and said that 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 she threw a 100-dollar bill at me-just like that. She said I should get some new clothing and that I stink," Peter said, as he shook 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 loud and said, "Wait, Peter. Just because you bought new clothes now, you're avoiding me? Really?"

Tom did not get annoyed, and Peter laughed, as he stood up and looked back at Tom, who had finally sat on the bench.

Peter said, "What did you expect of me, Tom? That I would sit with you and allow you to 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 dashed me money like that. Well, it's not."

Peter looked away as he did not sit back beside Tom, and Tom said, "It's okay, Peter, I believe you now."

Tom knew that Peter was a handsome, fair-skinned man, and very attractive, that most ladies shamelessly approached Peter and wooed him to become their boyfriend, but Peter refused.

Tom had even seen some ladies offering cash to Peter to get down in bed with him, but Peter clearly rejected it. As he said he could not 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.

However Peter wasn't able to get a good job in the city, and his previous friends that were fraudsters sent him away. Not only that, Peter also didn't want to return back to the village to meet his parents empty-handed.

Tom knew that if he was the one that got the contract job from different ladies asking him out for only a night stand with them, to become their sugar boy, then he would accept. As he was suffering daily and wasn't a graduate either to get a better job, because the city was hard.

Tom sat on the bench 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 that are requesting your services freely."

"You only fụck them, and after that, you collect your payment and dump them. And it's not like they're 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, then I would've long left this slum that we are sleeping in every night," Tom said.

"Hmm," Peter sighed, and he walked back to the bench to sit beside Tom.

Peter stared out to the busy road, and the different types of exotic cars that were driving along the road, and he said, "Well, that's you, Tom, and not me. I cannot be sleeping with a woman for money. Before I left the village to this city, my mom advised me not to fall for any woman advising me to become her puppy, and to be paying me money to sleep with me."

"Mom always said that I would lose my respect as a man if I allowed any woman to be working and feeding me, while I relaxed at her comfort and became her slave. No matter what I do in the city, I will 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 dashed you 100 dollars, without you doing anything for her or touching her bag either."

"Why would she just dash 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 dash out her money to a man like that, never!" Tom exclaimed, and Peter sighed.

"It's alright, Tom. I saw it in her eyes too, that she admired me at first, but, scenting that I stink 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, as he shook his head sadly.

"Same thing that I am advising you, Peter. Explore these ladies now that you have the chance to, before you die of poverty. Chai! If you see another lady again that is disturbing you or asking you to only 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 turned into a brostitute too? What's the difference between you and my previous friends that were fraudsters and also threw me out?" Peter questioned, but Tom shook his head and replied, "This one is not fraud, Peter. As the ladies rather agree to help you move out from poverty. On the contrary, you will 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 you fled. But in this one, it's just like being paid for the service that you rendered," Tom emphasized, but Peter still shook his head and replied, "No. I cannot do that."

"Oh, Peter! I cannot believe I am advising an English graduate like you on a simple thing like this," Tom cursed, frustrated, as he stared at Peter and stood up from the bench.

Peter said, "I cannot become a male prostitute, 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 prostitute to service her bed and fụck her harder like you said, then I will recommend you to her. Bye, but count me out."

Peter stood up from the bench too and started walking away, leaving Tom standing speechless as he stared at him as he left.

"Okay, Peter. That's fine for me, I will be expecting my first ever contract job of servicing a woman!" Tom screamed out to Peter.

However, Peter only shook his head as he stared back at Tom and paused.

"Are you this serious about becoming a male prostitute?" Peter questioned Tom, as he stared at Tom, who walked up to meet him.

"What do you expect of me, man? I'm not a graduate like you, and I am from a poor family too. And this year I will 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 that are asking you out..."

"Just note that if you see any pretty young woman that stops you again, and proposes to you to become her sugar boy. Just tell her that you have a very handsome, dark-skinned friend with a big rod that will service her however she wants, and you contract me, as I'm ready to start the job immediately," Tom said.

"What!" Peter exclaimed, and he laughed, as he stared at Tom in shock.

"You cannot be serious about this?" Peter said, but Tom rather ignored him and walked past him to climb onto the pavement. As Tom still wanted to run some errands, even as the night had fallen.

His job too was carrying different people's loads and helping them carry the loads to their cars until the 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: 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 will 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 that I have gathered during the day," Tom said, and Peter replied to him, "Okay."