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Played For Pay

Brief Knights

by J. Hali Steele

Played for Pay - J. Hali Steele
Part of the Brief Knights series:
Editions:Kindle - First Edition: $ 1.99 USD
Pages: 108

“I’m paid to escort. Nothing more. Anything extra is my choice and if it does happen—he will pay for it.”

Banyon Jameson loves his lifestyle. He likes money, makes lots of it as an escort, and he enjoys time with a variety of men in beautiful places. Ban, twenty-six, prides himself on being manipulative with an ability to talk his way out of most situations, especially those involving sex.

“I’m willing to pay my escort for ‘extra’ services, but it’d be a big mistake to fall for this pretty bastard wearing red silk panties.”

Stanton Kavanaugh, late forties, extremely wealthy, and told he’s handsome. Those very close know he’s gay, Stanton just doesn’t advertise it to the world. None have knowledge of his predilection for young, beautiful men. Single, eligible, he pays for companionship to ease loneliness engulfing his life and it works until Banyon Jameson answers his phone call to Brief Knights.

A young escort, an older man, and a pair of red silk underwear!

A standalone MM/May-December romance with an HEA and no cliffhanger.


Banyon ignored red flags flapping in his head but he knew when to push and when to shut up. This wasn’t a relationship or an affair so it didn’t matter; however, if he had to bet, Ban’s money would be on Stanton Kavanaugh having not come out the closet. Prying for information would change nothing. Certainly not how many zeros he envisioned decorating his check from Brief Knights. Cards played right might garner a hefty gratuity.

Ban kicked boots aside as soon as the captain said seat belts could be removed. He settled onto a sofa as an attractive attendant arrived with flutes of champagne. Accepting his, he tucked legs under himself as he stroked butter soft leather. “Very nice.”

“That’ll be all. Should we require anything, I’ll buzz.” Stanton waited for her to close the door separating cabin from galley. Removing his jacket, he draped it over a seat. “You’ve traveled in better.”


He had but discerned early men tended to be sensitive about the size of their toys. Ban learned not to voice comparisons. “Fruitless to compare apples and oranges. I enjoy both for various reasons.” He sipped exquisite golden liquid. “Mmm, delicious.”

“Diplomatic.” He studied Banyon as he sat next to him. “Consider apple suspecting you prefer orange. Apples are thin-skinned and might grow bruised and soft.” Kav’s finger started to tap until he fisted his hand on the armrest.

“If you’re the apple, I’ll be very careful.”

“I suspect we’ll have a good time.” After a big swallow, he questioned, “Give any thought to what we may do?”

A test was in order. “Let’s see that troupe of guys who perform strip teases. They’re always fun and guys attend.”

Client never skipped a beat. “Might be enlightening.”

“I promise you’ll find something to like.”

“That has been accomplished already.”

Ban took notice a few times Kav fisted his hand to stop worried finger movement. Proficient at soothing nervous clients, he patted the man’s cheek. “Five o’clock shadow in full bloom would make you even more gorgeous.”

“Even with gray?”

“Perhaps because of gray.”

When Kav smiled, his mouth became sexier. “You may get to see that phenomenon.”


“I take it you like hair?”

“On everyone but me. Anyway, my preference doesn’t matter. This weekend is about you.”

“Will you enjoy yourself?”

He ran a finger along a thick thigh to get closer to champagne. Reaching for it, he refilled Kav’s glass. “I always do.”

“You understand what you’re doing, right?”

“Tell me.”

“We haven’t talked further about a private agreement.”

At least he didn’t beat around the bush. Neither had Banyon lied at the Beverly Chateau—option for more existed. He tried to remain as honest as possible about what he would and wouldn’t do. Give them an opportunity to choose someone else or at least not hire him again. Placing the bottle in the ice bucket, he squeezed Stanton’s thigh. “Kav, can we wing this, see what develops naturally.”

Stanton jumped up. “Excuse me.”

Ban practically toppled over. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Not at all. I’ll be back.”

What had he said? Evident he expected Ban to put out and, Lord knows, thought crossed his mind more than once over the last forty minutes.

He sipped champagne and reminisced.

Ban had slept with a client but, embarrassed, he never spoke of it. Not even to Hunter.

The impression of an early in his career client being everything any man could want wrapped in a nice package had Ban, in his first year as an escort and smarting from losing his high school sweetheart, thinking he’d find love. Man turned out to be a narcissistic jerk who threatened to report Ban. He continued to request him call after call until finally giving up. It never occurred with another client.

He did, however, date over the past four years. Good sex but no one stuck and Ban never let on how he earned money for fear of repelling a conceivable long-term interest or their latching onto him for the wrong reason. In actuality, he’d been the one to let things drift. Presenting a wall of indifference, as he’d been unable to completely dump baggage associated with old heartache, worked well. Not a pain he forgot nor did he wish to experience it a second time.

There were clients who benefitted from a hand job during a massage and one or two made do giving Ban head. Neither of those things embarrassed or concerned him when he found himself attracted to the person and heck, he had needs too. Keeping patrons satisfied in other ways became a prideful point for Ban and they soon forgot about full blown sex.

Stanton Kavanaugh wasn’t going to go easily.

Mainly because Ban simmered with desire whenever he glanced at the man and he already proved he couldn’t keep hands to himself. The touch was meant to calm him. Strangely enough, Ban found himself speculating what if he’d met him under different circumstances. “I’m getting old.”

“Excuse me?”

Lord, he’d not heard Kav return. “I…I’m getting cold.”

“Need a blanket? We’ll land in about twenty minutes.”

“I’m okay.” Maintain client’s interest until he decided which way this would go. “Kav, you’re too tall for me to talk to looking up.”

“That may pose a problem later.”

Oh, sweet peter, he’s envisioning me on my knees, his cock in my mouth! Now the vision twined its way through Ban’s mind and his dick twitched; a sign he didn’t find the idea objectionable. Break his rule once more? Banyon fell back to his first assessment of—Stanton may be sane but he is definitely not harmless.

This is not what Ban expected. “Kav, sit. Please.” His butt hit the sofa and Ban kissed him. Innocent is what he intended. Told himself it was to further put client at ease. Liar! He wanted to feel, taste his lips. Stanton pulled him across his lap with ease, held Ban against a firm but not overly muscular belly. Lord! His tongue found its way into Ban’s mouth and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember if he opened for him or if they were pried apart. Either way, it felt good. Too good.

Tongues battled and tasted, they touched and explored sending low, guttural moans throughout the cabin. When Stanton’s hand landed on Ban’s thigh, he pulled away to catch his breath. “Stanton?”

“Kav,” he reminded as his stomach trembled against Ban. “Don’t stop me.”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t stop me or can’t do this?”

“You’re…I don’t…I don’t know.” He’d not been this bewildered in, since forever!

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, Kav.” His lips covered Ban’s again and this time the kiss converged in places not only inside Ban’s mouth, Kav found spots on his neck, behind his ear, spots not touched by anyone for a long, long time. Ban mumbled, “Please.”

“Fuck’s sake, Ban, what…”

He’d sent mixed messages. Good Lord, he didn’t want to travel this road again. “Don’t stop what you’re doing.” Until my cute ass is dropped like a hot potato and left feeling as if it had been dragged across pavement! Fighting to keep past experiences from creeping into his mind, Ban let their kiss go on and on. When Kav’s hand covered his cock, fingers applied pressure, Ban could have screamed.

Instead static crackled overhead. “Please buckle your seatbelts. We are beginning our descent to MacCarran Airport in Las Vegas, Nevada. Barring air traffic, we will land in ten minutes.”

“Unfuckingbelievable.” He let Ban go and straightened his tie before grabbing and pulling on his jacket. Blue eyes deliberated. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

“Kav?” Did he reference not having a side agreement or had he meant it shouldn’t take place at all?

You damn sure are not harmless.” He stood, took his seat, and buckled in.


About the Author

J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of... Well, she can't do those things but she wishes she could! Multi-published author of Romance including Contemporary, LGBTQ, Paranormal, and ReligErotica stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels often collide—they collide a lot! When J. Hali's not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.

My Quotes:

Growl and roar—it's okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Death is overrated as punishment. – J. Hali Steele (from The Descendants)

Life is complicated, it’s loud, death arrives silently. – J. Hali Steele (from Twice the Burn)

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