The Body Guard, Part 4 (The Last Part)

So I consulted fellow Fabcaster Tony, who has had more experience dealing with straight guys who do it on the sly—and for a price. You see, when I was arranging my meet-up “massage” session with A the sekyu, he suavely slipped into our conversation the matter of remuneration.

A: “Ser, may hihingi akong tulong lang.”

McVie: “Ano yun?”

A: “Ser, uuwi ako ng probinsiya eh. Baka naman makatulong ka lang sa aking pamasahe….”

Aye, there’s the rub. Apparently a massage comes with a price.

At first I played dumb: “Magkano ba kelangan mong pamasahe?”

A smiled: “Ser, kahit ano’ng maitutulong mo, yung bukal sa kalooban mo!”

McVie: “Okay, one thousand.”

Without missing a beat, A said: “Ser, baka naman puwedeng mas mataas pa doon?”

Eh akala ko yung bukal sa kalooban ko?! I wanted to laugh my head off but instead countered with Php1,500.

A: “Ser, baka puwede 1,700?”

I managed to bring it back down to 1,500 by saying that I didn’t have the exact amount—I mean, can he give me 300 pesos change? I think not.

According to Tony Php1,500 is the going rate, though he believes I could have brought it down further. Oh well.

In the end A gave a cursory massage. But he did allow to be kissed on the lips at the start. All in all, he was my first security guard and my first body builder (he had competed before).

Afterwards I was telling him about my friends who are interested in him, but he said he wasn’t like that, some piece of meat who can just be passed from one guy to the next. Hmmm, I bet the moment I tell him that I won’t be getting him again, he’ll change his tune.


So who wants his contact number? Hehehe. OKAY, F**K THAT. PROMO PERIOD IS OVER. I’M NOT GOING TO GIVE OUT HIS NUMBER ANYMORE. THAT’S IT.