Confessions of an Indian Gigolo in Delhi

Location: Delhi

It all started innocently, to be honest.

Looking back, I wouldn't have ever thought that I would be doing this. After my college was over, I did not get a job. I had some savings but not enough to sustain a life in Delhi. My parents stopped giving me money in the final year of college. I tried to survive unemployment for more than one year but things were getting difficult day by day – rentals, food, phone recharge and much more. I had to do something.

On one occasion, a friend took me to her party where she said we'd get free booze and good food, luxuries which weren't easily accessible then. As a struggling 20 something, an all-expense-paid night seemed too good to pass on. The party was mostly rich South Delhi folks, and my friend was one of them. She introduced me to a few people, mostly middle aged women whom she called "aunty" and who were generally polite and welcoming. When the party ended, one of the ladies came up to me and told me how my friend had told her that I was struggling to keep up in the city, and said she could help, passing me her card. The card had her number and the name of one of those big law firms of the city, I wont name which.

I got in touch the next day, asking for an interview, and she messaged me a location, date and time. I bathed, got ready and wore my best clothes. I tried to hide my anxiety by smiling. We talked about law and news but not about our personal lives.

She offered to take me out for lunch, and we went to a restaurant of her choice. She had a bottle of wine, which i politely declined, and as we walked back she told me I had the job, but that there was work beyond the job that I needed to fulfill. I kept asking what, but she smiled and walked me to a building - an apartment building near her office. She had started talking about her personal life, about how lonely she was after her separation from her husband. I understood where this was going, and seeing as she was definitely the stuff of wet dreams, I went along with it.

Next morning she gave me money, which I had not expected. To be honest, it was like 50% of the salary she had offered me at the firm. A veritable sum for me at the time. She then took me for breakfast and we left with a promise to meet each other whenever she wished.

She met me almost twice a week, and after 2 months or so, had me shift into that apartment. I realised that she owned it, and that having me there meant she could drop by as she wanted, and that we both didnt need to take unnecessarily long breaks during office hours. She seemed to enjoy this arrangement, and once asked me if I was willing to help her out. She had a few friends whom she wanted to oblige, and if I would be willing, I would be handsomely paid. In a span of a few months, I had met various women. I realised they wanted me because despite having regular sex with their partners, their own desires had never been met. One woman came to hug me while we slept naked in the same blanket. Most had never been kissed between their legs. There was a woman who only wanted me to go down on her and give her an orgasm. My most interesting client was a young woman who was getting married soon. She wanted to see a guy strip at her commands. I obliged.

On the nights when I didn’t "work", I had to keep the women entertained by sexting and video calling. I got paid for that too! It was a good deal for me. They had enough money to spend on their sex life and I had enough time to make their money worth it.

After nine odd months, my benefactor moved to Mumbai, and I had to give up the apartment. I took up another place and kept up the work. Got referrals, kept growing the network. Today it keeps me busy!