Life has a way of giving you perspective. I have been to quite a few bachelorette parties in my lifetime. But I must say that Los Angeles women in their forties tend to plan them with alot more flare than women in their 20’s. My recent experience taught me that male companions are not all college guys dancing to earn extra money. They can also be older and have intelligence, experience and wisdom beyond what one would expect.
My friend Lynn is heading into her second marriage. Her first one was such a disaster that she is making sure the celebration before this next one is epic. I must admit, I’ve never seen her happier than she is right now. Honestly, I think our whole group was ready for a party. It has been a while since we cut loose for some fun.
Lynn had rented out a small club for her party. The bartender catered to our refreshment needs as we mingled and noshed on light finger foods. We were having fun and laughing as we told Lynn stories. All of a sudden, a group of very hot looking men walked into the club. Even in Los Angeles, men such as these spectacular gods would have stood out in a crowd. You could have heard a pin drop as we all stared.
“We understand that there is a bachelorette in the house,” one of them announced.
All eyes turned to Lynn, and you could see the blush rising up her face. She looked like she wanted to hide, but knew there was nowhere to go. “Yes, that would be me.”
“One of your friends wanted to make sure your sendoff into wedded bliss was done in style. So she asked us to stop by. Please come have a seat.”
Lynn walked hesitantly to where they stood. She boldly stated she would throttle whoever set this up before sitting down in the chair. Of course, everyone laughed because they knew she was loving the attention.
“We are the men of Cowboys 4 Angels, and we are here to give you a show you’ll never forget. Gather around and grab a seat ladies. Prepare to be amazed.”
These impeccably dressed men proceeded to go to various states of undress. Damn! If they looked good fully clothed, they looked even better without their clothes. Three gorgeous, fit men sensually danced for us alternating their focus between Lynn and the rest of us present.
Brown-haired, brown-eyed Dennis wooed the ladies with his French accent. Between the lean, rippling muscles and the smoldering eyes, we weren’t sure what to look at first. My favorite by far though was Paul. This chocolate dream stood out with his towering stature, ripped muscles, and bad boy tattoo on his chest. His moves were smooth as silk, just like his voice.
I simply cannot go into what those undulating hips and tight pectorals did to my imagination. Really, it was quite a tease that, mixed with red sangria I had been drinking, unleashed all sorts of adventurous ideas running through my mind. I think I even blushed at some of the thoughts that ran through my head.
The chemistry was electric, even across the club, as suddenly peripheral vision faded and it felt like Paul and I were the only two in the room. I am quite sure he felt it too, for the next thing I knew he was at my side. Looking at him, I wondered what I had been missing all those years? Though I never had to look for a date, most of my experiences with men were mediocre at best. Can I chalk it up to life in Los Angeles? Perhaps. Yet before me, stood a perfect specimen of a man who seemed to shatter that premise with ease.
As he danced around me, I got to see his muscles up close. And as he leaned over me, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He could see I wanted to touch him and sensed my timid reserve, so he placed his hands over mine and ran them down his chest. Oh my! He felt even better than he looked. How did I never know about these men?!
They finished the show and showered Lynn with loads of attention before changing clothes to leave. We could tell she had enjoyed the show by the smile on her face. Paul caught my eye and winked at me. I felt a bit weak in the knees, awkward having never engaged with a male entertainer before. Then, I heard myself inviting Paul for a drink at a bar just down the street as the other companions were departing. Sensing my shyness, Paul flashed the most magnetic smile I believe I have ever seen. Requesting my indulgence while he called the agency, he returned ready to depart.
This handsome Los Angeles hunk displayed chivalry as he held the door for me. Can you say, smitten? I definitely was, as evidenced by the flushes of heat that burned my cheeks. Small talk broke the ice before we launched into full conversation just like old friends. He explained what Cowboys 4 Angels is all about and talked about the life of a male companion. It was intriguing to me, as I pondered how it was that I had never heard of the agency.
My normal reserve practically made me speechless, but this man gave me no space to feel uncomfortable, for his approachability simply brought out the best in me. Thank goodness I was wearing my new Prada dress and Jimmy Choo stilettos that had me feeling supremely sexy. My confidence soared as this perfect male companion made me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. But it was his subtle mannerisms, the light touch on my arm, his genuine attentiveness, his balanced demeanor and uncanny knack for conversation that flowed like water. Feeling like a high school girl, I was punch drunk in the most romantic way.
Here I was this successful executive of twenty plus years who thought she had it all, realizing that this elite male companion was a godsend to fill the void in my life. A few years younger than me, Paul exuded a resounding wisdom, a timeless maturity reminiscent of a good upbringing and a cultured past. Normally the listener in my business, I found myself chatting easily, because my intuition told me Paul was truly interested in anything I cared to share.
As I sipped my glass of wine, Paul politely excused himself. He approached the pianist and whispered something in his ear. Not five minutes later, my jaw dropped as I listened to my favorite song wafting through the dimly lit air. This man was not only impossibly suave but brilliant as well! Lost in conversation interrupted only by bouts of laughter, I grew more and more fond of Paul.
As Paul hailed a cab for me, I was certain that we would meet again. That thought was cemented in my mind when Paul’s lips lightly brushed my cheek, sending a bolt of passion through my body clear down to my toes.
I shall never be the same after that remarkable evening. Lynn may have gained a husband, but I gained a stunning male companion whenever I desire. Our liaison grew into a torrid affair that continues to meet my every want and need, as I spend time with Paul on a regular basis.

	




	


	
	


	


	

	

