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What Else Could a Guy Do?	By : MissEncheva Category: Individual Celebrities > Adam Lambert Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Adam Lambert or Tommy Joe Ratliff, and I do not profit from these writings.

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It has been such a long time since Adam’s had some. Way too long as far as he was concerned. He has needs and those needs cannot be fulfilled by his own hands. He really needed to get lied. Being Adam Lambert he knew perfectly well that it would be fairly easy for him to just go to a gay bar and get down with some guy. The only problem was that he was Adam Lambert – he didn’t want the whole world to know he went home with a one night stand. It wasn’t a good example. He believed that if you’re a famous person you have to be responsible. You have to think about what kind of an example you’re giving to the young generation who is listening to your music and following your every move. Yes, he wasn’t perfect but he believed that children should respect sex and the people they sleep with should be special for them. He wasn’t about to go out there and just fuck some guy when everyone could see.
So what was he supposed to do?
He looked out of the window of his living room in his beautiful big home in LA. The weather was bad. The clouds were gray and hanging low over the streets, the trees, the houses. There weren’t any people. The wind was blowing, swaying the leaves and brunches of the trees. Adam wanted to cuddle but there was no one there with him. He felt lonely.
Is that how people who call prostitutes feel – so lonely and misunderstood? Adam never thought he would ever do what he was about to do. He went over to where his laptop was staying neglected on the coffee table and took a seat in his comfortable armchair. He thought for a moment; he felt desperation, a feeing he wasn’t used to. He doubted for what seemed like an eternity – should he or shouldn’t he? He bit his lip and looked around making sure nobody will see what he’s doing. Then he sighed and took his computer in his lap and opened a browser. Google has never seemed so scary before. Adam started typing.
Tommy was sitting in his small apartment on the twelfth floor of an apartment building in a middle-class neighborhood in LA. He had enough money to move into a high-class area and have a luxury 5 room apartment but what for? He lived alone; his 3 rooms were enough for him. What else would he need – he had a kitchen, a bedroom, a living room and a big bathroom with a bathtub. Tommy liked bathtubs. The area where he lived had everything he needed in close proximity and his building even had a garage where he could keep his car, even though he much preferred using taxies. It was a lot easier to catch a cab after a visit with a client rather than having to drive back.
Tommy liked his clients; they were all intelligent and successful in business. Unfortunately for them they weren’t successful in love. He had quite a few regulars who happily paid for his time. He was not only there for sex; even most of the time sax came after dinner, a game of football or a play in the theater. Tommy felt a lot more like an escort than a prostitute. He was high-class; charging 7 500 $ per night without expenses. His clients paid for his supportiveness, his ability to listen to their problems and comfort them, for his loyalty or, the way he liked to call it – for keeping his mouth shut.
Men, women… he worked with both. He didn’t have preferences but he was very careful and choosy. He wouldn’t just go with anybody who could pay him; the other person had to have a reason for going to him; they had to be well educated, intelligent, classy and good people. When Tommy got in the business he couldn’t believe the amount of such people looking for escort and sex. One would think that such people will be married and happy but the sad truth was different. Yes, some of them were married but they sure as hell weren’t happy and Tommy believed everyone deserved to be happy.
He was satisfied with what he was doing. He was his own boss and had established himself as one of the best in the branch. He was a high-class prostitute because he wanted to, not because he didn’t have anything else to do. He believed that what he did was a sort of therapy; he even thought about going to university and studying sexology; then he could become one of those professionals who not only spoke and listened but also had sex with the clients. But for the moment that idea was on the drawback as his schedule was full. He had taken one new client last moth who wants to see him once every 20 days. That suited Tommy well and also intrigued him so he was definitely looking forward to spending time with that particular person.
Today was a rainy Saturday and Tommy was feeling nostalgic. He wasn’t sure of what exactly but the feeling made him go through his old picture albums. Ever since he was a child he liked music, he liked listening to music and he liked playing music. There were so many pictures of him playing the guitar. Tommy let go of the album and reached in the back of his closed. He took out his acoustic guitar and sat on the sofa. He played an accord; the guitar needed tuning. He did the first sting and was just about to move onto the second one when he heard his work phone go off. It was his free day so who could that be? He reached over to the table and grabbed the piece of technology.
User unknown.
“Hello.” He said.
“Hi, I’m… looking for, um, … Tommy?” some worried guy said on the other end.
“Who is this?” he said gently as not to scare the guy who apparently knew who he was looking for; but with this job he could never be too cautious.
“Hi, I’m Adam… I… um…” the man’s voice was trembling. Tommy was amused.
“Hi, Adam. Can I help you with something?” the blond man said with his cutest voice.
“Is that Tommy?” the Adam guy asked again. Tommy could anticipate he was on the brink of hanging up so he decided to be kind.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“I… uh, found you on the internet...” he didn’t know what else to say.
“Do you need an escort?” Tommy asked. This was the first time that Adam dude was calling for a prostitute, he was sure of it.
“I looked over you website and your anonymous references. I saw that… you are very reliable in the means of-”
“I keep the anonymity of my clients, Adam.” Tommy assured him then he waited for Adam to speak and when he didn’t say anything Tommy carried on. “What do you say we meet today and have a cup of coffee so that we can talk a bit and get to know each other?”
“Yes, I read how important it is for you to know the people you work with.” Adam started to loosen up a bit and his voice was no longer trembling. “That’s important for me too.” He added.
“That’s wonderful. Do you mind if you send me an e-mail and tell me something more about yourself. Whatever you feel like is important. And tell me if you want to meet me today.”
“Yes, of course. Should I tell you my address?” there was the concern in Adam’s voiced again. Tommy almost winced. He was a nice guy and if Adam had seen his website he should know how he looks and that he’s not much of a threat. He though he looked cute in the pictures, not scary!
“We could meet in a café if it would be more comfortable for you.” The blond man suggested.
“No, I’m … I don’t want to go outside. In this weather there are going to be many people in the café’s and it won’t be … it will be very noisy.” Adam got confused. Apparently he didn’t want to be in the crowd with a prostitute, understandable; not that anybody would know what Tommy did for a living – he looks very respectable as a friend, despite the hairstyle.
“Alright then, we could go to your place.” Tommy awaited an answer but it never came. “Hello?”
“Oh, sorry, I nodded.”
Tommy rolled his eyes, the guy nodded; of course – how didn’t he catch that?
“Oh,” he chuckled and he heard Adam chuckle as well, “So, I will wait for your e-mail. But I don’t see your number…”
“Um, yes… it’s hidden. I’ll send it in my e-mail. I saw you prefer working via mails but I wasn’t sure what to write and that’s why I asked a friend to look up your number. Sorry I disturbed you.” He did sound very apologetic.
“It’s OK. Thank you for being honest.” Tommy felt like he had to say something kind to the guy.
“Um, I’ll send you that info in a moment.”
“Thank you.” Tommy said with a smile and then hung up.
That Adam guy has some friends if he could track down his mobile phone number.
Tommy switched on his laptop computer and opened his e-mail. He wanted to hear more about this potential new client and while he waited for the new message he got back to tuning his guitar.
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