2 comments/ 8184 views/ 2 favorites Dead Sexy By: MaxwellSpanx Chapter 1 Although I would advise the reader to start from the beginning, the first major sex scene is found in chapter 2. I posed naked on the bed. Having forgotten to refresh my music, I listened to the same old shitty dance tunes through the laptop speakers. Despite the music grating on my ears, I smiled and hummed along with the bland lyrics. Legs spread; I rested my head in my hand while doing my best to appear interested. Every minute or two I'd part my pussy lips to show off my healthy inner pinkness. Gazing into the laptop, I watched IrishRover5 wanking in front of his camera. My eyes felt tired, there is only so many ginger pubes that you can take in one night. Still, he was paying me £5 a minute. So I lay there, fingering my clit, until he fired cum all over his laptop. How did I end up camming? Well, I simply searched online for an easy way to make money. I'm not a natural cashier, or bargirl. Hello..? I'm studying to be a doctor. You're not going to find me stacking shelves in some discount shop. I know camming is a risk to my future career, but as well as clever, I've always felt free spirited... or if you want a more exciting phrase, slutty. The feeling has always been there since I started puberty, like an itch waiting to be scratched or a clit waiting to be tickled. The thought of being a doctor has never excited me. It's my father who chose my career path; he is a heart surgeon and wanted his little daughter to follow him into cardiology. Don't for one minute think I'm a pushover, but I can't exactly say, hey dad, I would rather be dancing poles and getting my arse felt by random men... could I? It's not that I didn't try and get a normal job to get me through uni. When I first arrived in London I got a job at as a waitress in a high end Indian restaurant, where I worked for a month. But I spent more time turning down dates from my colleagues than I did waiting tables. That's when I realised that I attract South Asians like Dogs attracts fleas. It was not just the restaurant, it was uni. They chase me all over the campus. I'm not kidding, after lecture there will be a queue, ten deep, offering me proposals and questions. What are you? Where are you from? Please meet my parents. Will you marry me..? Fuck sake, it's endless. They're obsessed with me. They treat me like some kind of deity, so I started calling them pilgrims. The problem is, technically I'm one of them. I'm mixed race, half Bahraini, yes I'm as hot as the desert and half English - hence the foul mouth. I dress in Western clothes and possess a liberal attitude. The whole package drives my South Asian classmates mad. It's not that I have a particular problem with my South Asian pilgrims either, they're usually good looking, kind hearted men, who are for the most part very clever. But they want to marry me... right away! Despite changing careers, it was no different while camming, where I get bombarded with emails asking my ethnicity. Of course I can't tell them the truth, Bahrain is a small place, not to mention highly conservative. If word got out that I was an online stripper, I'ld be stoned to death on my return from London. So, usually depending on what I want for dinner, I tell them I'm Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi, Iranian, oh and if I fancy a Sunday roast, then I'm British Asian. Anyway, I packed away my work clothes and got ready for bed. I had an early morning, the Border Agency was coming for a visa check, so all foreign nationals had to attend. Sometimes it really does feel like a Nazi state. I wouldn't really mind, but I look like shit on my ID card. Plus I needed an early night because I felt my period coming on, so I was going to be that little bit bitchier in the morning... God help anyone that crosses me. Chapter 2 I woke with my stomach turning and felt angry with the world and everything in it. Angry I wanted to share the pain... my pilgrims were going to suffer. Weighed down with attitude I slumped onto the bench seat in the lecture theatre, and within a minute the daily pilgrimage began. "Hello Madam." He was a fresh one. "Fuck off." It may seem harsh but I don't like my new pilgrims feeling too comfortable. "I like you." "Not the only one. Just look at the six creeps behind you." "May I..." "No. If you want to become a pilgrim, you need to come bearing gifts." His face suddenly lifted that he had lasted this long. "My name is Ashvin." "Ashvin, I don't want to be a wife, I can't make chapati, chicken korma or even a fucking pot noodle. As far as I know the kitchen is somewhere where I store my white wine and dark chocolate..." Ashvin was still standing there like a door knocking Jehovah. It was time I gave him the infamous Roxy scowl. "Go and find a woman who wants to live a life of servitude." I gestured towards my tits, "This, right here, isn't what you're looking for", then gave him the Bahraini finger. "Now piss off before I give Immigration more than a few reasons to deport you." "I just want to be a follower." "Pilgrim. You need to come bearing gifts then. Report tomorrow with the most expensive chocolate you can find... if you can't afford it, then you're not my type." "Yes madam. Thank you, madam." "Now fuck off and don't disappoint." The next pilgrim took his place... it was going to be a long day... But fucking them off let me release some periodic tension. "Next." "It's me Sunny." "What have you got for me today?" "Dark chocolates like you asked for." "Still a virgin?" "Yes madam. But it's even more frustrating being so, now that I am a pilgrim." I fingered through a fashion magazine, not even bothering to look at Sunny. "Leave the chocolates... I'll eat some and let you know if you've pleased me" "I do hope I have..." "I very much doubt it. Bring me some sparkling white next time... always puts me in a more, willing mood." "Absolutely. May I?" I placed the magazine on the bench, then raised my hand as Sunny kissed my ring. "No be a good boy and disappear... You're already outstaying your welcome." Finally alone I could concentrate on what really mattered. Taking out my vanity bag, I fixed my makeup. My lips are full and luscious, good for blow jobs, so I've been told. They are backed by a row of straight white teeth meaning I possess a Bollywood smile. No wonder men love squirting on my face. Slouched on my bench seat I doodled onto my pad as the lecturer seemed intent on boring me to death. Suddenly my mobile vibrated. My first thought was it was just another friend request from a wannabe pilgrim, but it was my father, Pappa. Dear little Princess. When can I expect my loved one back here for the festive season? We all miss our little doctor in waiting. I trust you still have the money I sent for your flight home? Plus how is the love life? Your mother and I both miss you dearly. Mother spends more and more time tending the garden, I guess she is passing the time until you return. Hugs and kisses. Pappa I sighed out loud. That money for the flight was well spent on cocaine and expensive dinners. I could have used the phrase wasted, but I had a bloody good time... fuck, that's an understatement I woke up on so many different beds I thought I was a mattress tester. However, what freaked me out most was Pappa asking about my love life... he wants me married. Typing on my phone I sent back a reply. Dear Paps Studying hard, grades are hitting the high eighties, so still on for that first. Sadly I have no time for men Love and hugs Your little Doctor That wasn't far from the truth, with all the dildos I ride there wasn't much need for a cock. I usually just pull a guy during the end of term celebrations or if I go on a sex binge... which happens from time to time. Pappa must have been bored as the phone vibrated straight away. Dear Princess I miss you terribly. I also worry about you being single and alone. I am sending you a spread sheet of men that I have personally vetted since you turned eighteen. It contains their names, ages, occupations and pictures. Let me know who you like and I'll put you in touch. Love A worried Pappa Fuck sake, what is it with men? If it's not pilgrims doing my head in, it's bloody family. Dear Father. I appreciate the offer, but I'm really not interested in getting married. I like being single and carefree. If people are talking about me, let them. No need to worry about me, I have met plenty of people. As soon as I sent the email I realised my mistake. My phone vibrated with a reply. What do mean met plenty of people? Chewing my nail I formulated a reply. I have joined social clubs and play an active role in student union. The fact Pappa didn't reply showed me that he knew I was jumping cocks. Oh, well what can he do? He's ten thousand kilometers away and I'm no longer financially dependent on him. Suddenly the lecture was interrupted by the boarder agency officer, who was a tall blond man in uniform. Normally I'ld look forward to flirting my way through the formalities, but I didn't feel in the mood... Bloody monthly cycle was in full swing. Taking out my card I waited for the usual cheeky comments about my ID picture. The officer sat the lectures desk. "Roxy Ahmedi." "Sure." I strutted to the officer and passed him my visa documents. I watched his raised eyebrows and guessed that he spotted my ID picture. "Bloody Hell. I'm surprised they let you in the country with a picture like that... shocking." His lame joke was predictable, but I humoured him. "Oh, not heard that joke before." "It's not a joke... you look diseased." "Diseased?" "Dengue fever, maybe?" "Dengue..? Of course not." Fucking dengue fever, was this guy serious? I felt like telling him to fuck off, but feared the consequences of being deported. So I tried to explain why I appeared to be suffering from post diarrhoea sweats. "I was still in Bahrain and about to file for my UK Visa. As always, I was running late and the UK embassy was about to close." "Well you defo weren't late because you were putting make up on." "No...I wasn't. At peak hour Manama traffic doesn't exactly move very quick, so I had to run three miles in the height of summer. Hence I look like crap when I had my photo taken. Happy? Or do want to know what bloody route I took?'' "You're quite feisty for..." "For? You obviously don't know many Arab girls, do you?" "I'm married to one, she's Jordanian." I hissed through my teeth. "She got through the back door, I see." "You must have a very understanding boyfriend." "You must have a death wish." "Is that a threat?" I realised I had crossed the line. "No, sorry. I'm single... and very bitter." I hung my head back, then glanced at him. "It's the time of the month... Sorry." "My wife uses the same excuse." The officer passed me back my visa. "Anyway, everything is fine here. But I'm going to book you an appointment at hospital of tropical medicine.. just to make sure you're clear from your fever." "I got checked out last week!" "What for?" I whispered, "Crabs... Not the type you eat." Chapter 3 New week and a fresh problem. I could just tell by looking at Professor Graham Shaw that he was a dirty old pervert. He had that leering look about him. You could just tell that he fucked hookers on weekends and wouldn't care if they hadn't washed in a week. He was probably into all kinds of kinks too. The kind of guy who would asked to be bummed with a strap on. As Graham handed out our marks, I smiled at him as if he was my favourite. Yes I'm two faced, so get over it. But one look at my paper changed all that. I suddenly felt like slapping his pasty face. "Fifty nine percent?" "Got any complaints, see me in my office." "I'll be there alright. Don't you worry." "Good, I look forward to hearing your excuses." "I haven't got any." "Then you'll have to show me how you're going to fix them." The pervert's voice was layered with dirty undertones. I've never fucked an old man and I can't see it being much fun. During lunchtime I usually spend my time in a riverfront bar, hoping for a rich footballer to whisk me off my feet and lay me on my back. But today I have more pressing problems, like Professor Graham Shaw. I had nipped home and got dressed in some adequate attire. An old pervert like Graham probably gets his hookers to dress young and school girly. So I had dressed myself up like an innocent choir girl from the American Bible belt... as you can see I take my slutty image very serious. I stepped into his office. The pasty faced freak sat behind his desk, wearing a perverted grin while glaring at me from behind his round spectacles. He gestured for me to sit. So on the chair, I crossed one leg over the other, making sure my pleated skirt rode as high as possible. It was my way of showing that I was ready to negotiate a better grade. "So, about my low mark?" "I've already marked it twice. All those shifts on BabeCam are taking their toll." "What did you just say?" "It was going to come out one day. I found you online." I tried to hide my shock of being found out, by veiling it behind my charm. "Well I hoped you tipped me well." "I like your double penetration show. Your almost swallow that butt plug whole, I think you've found your true calling." I felt flattered that he saw my potential, then realised he was taking the piss. "I need that First, Graham." "You need to focus, despite being a goodtime girl, you do have a brain on you. Your previous results are evidence of this." "That job earns me a good living. It also gives me the time to study." "Your grades are slipping for a reason." My grades were slipping because I was lacking the motivation. I find wanking and making money more interesting than learning about best surgical practices. "I need you to help me. If I don't get that first, my average will slip and I won't get my preferred placement. My father will disown me." I felt his stare falling onto my upper thigh, I slightly parted my legs, showing him that I was willing to do whatever it takes. Graham took off his tie then made eye contact. "Then show me how dedicated you are." "I have a hundred percent attendance... how much more dedicated can I be?" "I'm sure a girl of your particular talents knows how to squeeze out that extra twenty percent from a red blooded male." I stood from the chair and unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my cleavage. "If you want me to earn my First by fucking you, just say so. I could be riding you to the best orgasm you've had since the first time you splashed your bed sheets." "We have to both be sure that we are on the same wave length, I've seen too many colleagues fall foul of the governing body. Safe to say they're taking all the fun out of this job." I closed the door then behind me. "Are you ready to fuck?" "A pretty girl like you shouldn't talk like that." "You love it, you dirty bastard." Placing my hand on my outer thighs I ran them up to my arse, lifting my mini skirt up and showing my white cotton panties. "Like what you see?" "You look better on cam, but go on." Pulling my panties to one side I exposed my shaven pussy. "There are certain advantages of not being behind on camera."The cold air tickled my outer lips. "How long have you wanted this?" "Since you first sat on my front bench. You have a habit of showing your knickers while you take your notes." "It helps me think." "Most people chew finger nails, play with their hair or roll their tongue... But yours is definitely more interesting. Keeps the boredom of lecturing at bay." I strutted up to Graham and climbed on him while he sat, straddling his waist. "Now, how exactly do you want me to earn that first?" "Make me cum." "I expected nothing different for you... you old dirty bastard." "It won't be too hard. You're a slut, so just do what comes natural." I hate the word slut and being called it stings my ears... But they always say nothing hurts more than the truth. "I've always hated you from the moment I first set eyes on you." Framing Graham's head with my hands I forced it back onto the headrest and pinned him there by his ears. His pasty face began to turn a healthier pink. I stared into his weak eyes. "You have pervert written all over your face." I snatched his glasses and tossed them onto his desk. "I'm going to give you the angriest fuck you have ever known... and I hope your pacemaker can keep up." "I like it rough... I like it dirty, and that's why I always wanted to fuck you." Reaching down between us both, I unzipped his trousers. My hand entered his sweaty boxers and found his manhood. "Big words for a small man." A smile crossed my face as I wrapped my fingers around his pecker. "I knew you didn't have a big cock." "What is it about sluts and big cocks?" "I never forget a man's name if he can make me scream." I began wanking Graham. My hand sliding up and down his moist cock, I wondered if it was piss or sweat... probably both. "I like to feel what it is that I'm fucking. Tiny cocks like yours doesn't do anything for me... but you can only work with the tools you're given." "I make up for size with my experience." "I hope so... But I doubt it. I've never been with a man over fourty. Never mind seventy." "I'm sixty, next week." Taking my hands off his cock, I massaged his forehead with my thumbs, stretching his loose skin. "The wrinkles are already out in force. With that green pullover of yours, you look like a turtle." "Mock me if you want, but I was well into my fifties before I got my tree rings. But with your lifestyle, you'll no doubt drop a few kids before thirty, have the stress of bringing them up on your own, and have more wrinkles than me before you hit the menopause." Graham smiled. "I've seen it time and time again." I slid down Graham's body and dropped to my knees. Gripping his thighs I lowered my mouth over his cock. My taste buds told me that his cock was moist because of piss rather than sweat. Not that it was overpowering, he must have been well hydrated. Also, I guess a man of his age can't help a little leakage. The beauty of small cocks is the blowjobs are effortless. I slid up and down like it was a hobby of mine... well I suppose it actually is. Anyway, I wasn't choking, that's the point I'm trying to make. It felt good because I only like choking on cock when the guy deserves to be slobbered on. However, I spoke too soon and the bastard pushed down on the back of my head with both his hands, forcing the cock deep into my throat. My face was up against his soft bed of grey curls. I began slapping his skinny thighs, but he still wouldn't release me. So I dug my nails into skin. He released me but not until I vomited a mouthful spit over my blouse. I fell backwards, covered in the sort of mucus only your GP finds. However, rather than feeling defeated, my depraved lust kicked in and I felt ready to get my sexual revenge. I climbed to my feet while my blouse felt drenched and clung to my skin. He sat there on his chair, wearing a smile on his decrepit face. It made me hate him even more. He was going to get it... big time. In fact I was going to retire the bastard... permanently. "You want it rough?" "I think I have made that perfectly clear, my dear." "Your cock is going to be so sore you'll need to use a colostomy bag." Pulling my blouse over my head I let it fall, then stepped out of my black skirt. Kicking off my Sunday school shoes, I launched them at the bastard. I then ran in my white school socks and threw myself at him. Our bodies collided and sent us rolling on his chair, crashing into a bookshelf. Text books and journals clubbed us as they rained to the floor. A weighty contacts book smashed me in side of the face, but I couldn't care less as I went about ripping that fucking awful green pullover over his head. I pulled it over his face and watched it get caught on his hooked nose. He screamed as I pulled ... so I yanked it even harder. Dead Sexy To my despair Graham wore a sky blue shirt with small vintage aircraft flying over his torso. A sure sign of questionable kinks. "Is your mum still alive?" "What the hell has that got to do with this?" "I'm sure she still dresses you." Pulling my panties to one side I sat on his cock and slid it in deep. I'm easily excited so my pussy is constantly lubed. It would take more than a badly dressed dirty old man to cause a drought in my pants. I pulled at Graham's shirt, popping buttons, ripping it down over his shoulders. It didn't get any better as he wore a discoloured string vest. But I was too far gone to give him a lecture on his choice of clothes. Grabbing the back of his neck I began grinding my hips into his pelvis. I stared at him for point blank range, causing us to share the same air. My screams were an act but my enjoyment was clear for him to see. Sex is never a choir, not with strangers anyway. As the sexual tension rose I began to tear at his neck with my nails, and smiled as I left rivers of red skin. I cried in agony as he tore at my bra, snapping the clasp and threw it to the floor. This was getting serious, that bra was a present from one of my favourite cam clients. I felt we needed a new position. Shifting my weight I span the chair around, then kicked off the desk, sending the chair falling backwards onto the hard tiles. My pussy has quite a grip, and never let go Graham's cock during the manoeuvre. My bubble butt is a favourite feature of mine, and I'm always showered with compliments when online. So in the hope of finishing Graham quick, I thought I'd give him some reverse cowgirl. Feeling him slide out, I quickly spun around, then impaled myself back on to his cock. Whirling an imaginary lasso, I began pounding him. All the while I was sliding his modest cock, all I had to gaze at was his tired slippers. The worst thing was the faint smell of vinegary feet. This was a new low for me, but if it gets me my grade it will be worth every inch of dirty, repulsive cock. I suddenly lunged forward and shouted out, "Hey." My face was perilously close to his pungent feet. Graham had plugged his thumb into my arse. I closed my eyes as I felt him corkscrew inside me. It's not part of my repertoire so I leaned back and slapped his hand away. Jumping off, I quickly whipped off his sweaty slippers and grabbed the bottom of his slacks and pulled them off his ankles. Graham remained on the tiles. He didn't put up any resistance, in fact he boxers came off with his slacks. All the while he was too busy sucking my arse juice off his thumb. Shaking my head I frowned. "You disgust me." "Why, you're about to do the same." "I don't think so." "Want that first, clean my bottom." "You're filth." "No, you're filth." Grabbing the back of his knees he lifted his legs and mooned a greying hairy arse. "Now, earn that First." "But there're bits of tissue stuck in your arse hair." "Well make sure it isn't there when you finish... Now, chop chop, I want my pilchard sandwiches before my break is over." My stomach somersaulted like a Russian gymnast. Settling down in between his legs I wretched as I breathed in the odour of unwashed skin. Sticking out my tongue I leaned forward and dabbed my tongue on his rectum. His pubes stuck to my taste buds and a salty taste of sweat tinged with the bitterness of crap caused me doubt if my First was worth all this shit... literally. I once wanted to be a nurse, but I was immediately derided by Pappa who didn't want his daughter cleaning sick pensioners while only earning a low wage. Well here I am, half way through medical school, licking an old man's arse. If only Pappa knew. As Graham did when I was giving him a blowjob, he again forced me deeper. My nose became buried under his hairy sacks while my tongue poked into the depth of his tangy poo chute. He gave a sigh of ecstasy as I licked his putrid innards clean. Thankfully he let go of my head. As he fell back his arms knocked against some overhanging documents that rested on his desk, sending them falling to the floor. Coming up for breath I spotted a glue stick rolling across the floor. Grabbing hold of it I planted it straight into his vegetable patch of an arsehole. I twisted it and listened to his screams, shoving it deeper with every one of his yelps. It was clear to me he was enjoying it. The fact was then certified as he cock jettisoned his cum, showering his hairy belly with salty white raindrops. Feeling that my job was done, I pulled my white panties up my legs as Graham pulled out the glue stick. He tossed the stick into the bin. "Good job the lid didn't come off." "What goes up must come down." "That was the best student sex I have ever had. Well done." I threw him by broken bra. "You can have it as a memento." "I'll put it with the rest of my mementos... I'll EBay my collection one day." "Have I got my First?" "Damn, right... if you piss your panties and give them to me." Nothing shocked me anymore. Plus I needed a piss anyway. "Sure. I always need a leak after sex." "And let me watch." "Didn't think I was going to do it alone, did you?" "The socks too... you wore them when you were at school right?" "Of course." "Great... Take them off now. I'll wank in them later." I pulled the socks off; their frilled edges spoke of an innocence long lost. "Enjoy." Graham took out an old newspaper from his satchel, then scattered the pages on the floor. "I have a bucket for such occasions." Opening his cabinet he lifted out a large bucket and placed it in the middle on the paper. "Stand in it and take your time." Stepping in the bucket I waited for the moment. But his intense stare pushed back the tide. "I can't go while you watch." Graham handed me over a glass of water. "I have a meeting in five minutes, hurry up." After downing the glass in one, I closed my eyes and thought of running water. I dreamt of waterfalls, rivers and broken mains pipes. Fuck, I even dreamed about the shit nineties film called Waterworld. The dam finally burst. I felt the piss gush out the legs of my panties and trickle down my thighs and calves. Rivers of hot golden urine flowed down my legs. The sound of piss hitting the bucket took me back to my childhood when the cyclone rained on the corrugated roofs. I'm not shy by any means, but being watched while pissing myself made me feel humiliated. Still the thought of my First made me turn the piss tap to full. Pulling down my panties I stepped out of the piss bucket on to the newspaper covered tiles. I left them in the bucket just like Graham had asked. Soaked in piss I pulled my dress over my head. "So I got my First?" "Yes." "Thank fuck for that." Graham took a bite out of his pilchard sandwich. "Now get out and leave me alone with your delicious panties and socks... I think I might force out a quickie and unload in your left sock... while smelling the right one." Finally on my way home, I stood inside a packed tube train. All I could smell was piss, and for once it was me. My mouth tasted of ass and all I wanted was to rinse my mouth with mouthwash then stand under a steaming shower. Picking my phone out my bag I noticed I had a message from Pappa. Dear my little Princess I cannot rest while worrying about you. I fear that you're at risk of being misled by these randy westerners. I have secured a job at a London hospital and will now rent a two bedroom apartment for you to live with me. Good news? Fuck sake... Now I need an Asian boyfriend before he arrives. Otherwise I'm going to be stuck being Pappa's Princess. A thought worse than Graham... well, not quite. But you get my point. Chapter 3 To cut down the process I had developed and printed three hundred questionnaires to sift out the good pilgrims from the bad ones. Providing proof of ID and their last bank statement they also had fill out following questions/rules. 1 Height - Nothing below 1m60cm or above 1m 85cm. Dwarfs or giraffes need not apply. 2 Weight - I look after myself, I expect you to do the same. 3 Physique - Athletic, muscley or slim only. - If you claim to have a six pack, provide a picture as proof. 4 Can you cook? I can't... and I won't. 5 Drink and Drugs? I dabble in both, but attached to none. I expect a clean bill of health and a full set of teeth... white ones. 6 Cock size is not paramount, but nothing below six and nothing over eight... inches not centimetres. 7 I'm a diva, you most definitely mustn't be. I create the drama, you deal with it. 8 I'm not romantic but you must be. Don't expect cards or presents, however I do appreciate being spoilt with chocolate and jewellery. Gold and platinum, not silver. 9 I will try to be loyal, honest. But I am prone to the odd slip here and there. But that's what you should expect when dating a woman as hot as me. 10. Religion is no big deal, Muslim, Hindu, Christian or Buddhist, all welcome to apply. But I'm no temple runner or bible basher. NEVER WILL BE!! 11. I'm not in this for marriage in the near future, it may never even happen. So the word is banned until I say otherwise. I got in early and left a questionnaire on each of the lecture theatre. From the countless questionnaires returned, it was Trevor's that stood out. Well his name is Tariq, but for some reason he likes the name Trevor. He thinks it sounds more western. I told him Tommy or Brad would have been a better choice. But no, he was sticking with Trevor. So we reached a compromise of Trev. I chose Trev because his father is a CEO of a large bank in Central Asia. Sadly, I guess his dad gave the clever sperm a day off when he conceived his son. Trevor is more likely to manage a fairground ride rather than a major bank. Luckily though, these guys like to keep the money in the family. There was the added incentive that his dad had just undergone major heart surgery. Fingers crossed, it wasn't completely successful and payday won't be too far off. So as far as I was concerned Trevor was perfect. Good family to keep Pappa happy, and loaded, good looking and thick to keep me pleased. Why would I want him to be thick? Malleable - I planned on making him my personal servant while living off his wealth. I'm the worst of leeches... the clever and manipulative type. Sat in a restaurant with Trev, I could tell that the young waiter knew me from my cam shows, as he had that star struck look about him. Open mouthed he just kept gawping at my tits. The fact we had to order our drinks three times was the first give away. I mean, not even Trev is that stupid. Placing my glass of champagne on the table cloth, I stared directly into Trev's dark eyes. "I read your bank statement that you kindly paper clipped to the questionnaire, but I didn't buy it, seeing as your old man basically owns a global bank, I'd expect a few more zeros. So how much money do you really have?" "Erm... Four grand, give or take a couple of hundred." "Well you must be lying about your dad then." I felt like getting up and leaving. Then I remembered that Pappa was due later in the week... I'd have to put up with Trev for now, there is no way I'm living with Pappa. "You'll do for now... but don't expect me to drop my knickers on a nightly with only four k." Trev fidgeted under the table. Knowing he wasn't the cleverest I thought he had got his cock stuck in his zipper. After a few seconds he brought up his wallet, which was bloated with bank notes. He began leafing through the notes. "Might actually be carrying five." I watched the money like Ebenezer Scrooge. "You know how to get a girl's attention." "I have more in my other accounts." "Accounts... Accounts with an S." "Yeah, Dad tells me it helps to have several, for when people start asking awkward questions." "Tell me what's in the main one." "One and a half." "One and a half..."The night suddenly took a positive turn. "...million?" "Billion." "Now I think we're in business." I felt like stripping Trev as well as his bank account. "Me and you, we'll go far." "Great." I picked up my glass and took a sip, although the champagne costs more than my last exam fee, I had already saved the brand name into my phone and had plans on filling my fridge, sorry, our fridge with a dozen bottles or more. The prawn salad tasted even sweater knowing that I was rich. But my joy had made me blind to Trev's woes. The sense of occasion seemed to be eating away at Trev. His eyes glazed over as if he felt on the verge of tears. "Hey, Trev, don't worry. You're not going home alone tonight." I forgot my manners and talked with a mouth full of lettuce. After all, you can take a girl out of the gutter, but you can't take the gutter out of the girl. "Mission accomplished, Son. Let's go back to base and drop your pants." "Dad tells me not to tell anyone about my money, because they'll take advantage on me." "I'll look after you and your money." "Will you?" I chased down the salad with a mouthful of champagne. "Yeah." "I need a strong and commanding woman." "I'm so strong I could wrestle in WWE." "I know." "That's the cleverest thing I've heard you say all night." On walking out of the restaurant, I locked my lips on Trevor's. "Take me back, I'm yours." I wasn't in love, I've just never slept with a billionaire. I pulled him towards a black cab. "Let's go." But I then stopped, and unzipped my handbag. "Hang, on." "What's up. Have you lost something?" "Shite... where is it?" "What?" I then saw the red tube. "Phew... Disaster averted... thought I'd left my lube at home." The elevator raced up the skyscraper. Suddenly, it stopped and the doors opened into a softly lit mahogany panelled lobby. As we stepped out of the lift an electronic buzzer sounded and the opposite door automatically opened. Trev's place was amazing. It was a top floor penthouse. Walking around the luxurious living room, I couldn't believe the splendour that this fool lived in. "Fuck me." I meant it too. The interior was ultra modern, caped in furnishings fit for a five star hotel. The exterior wall was just one long window with views across the Thames. I grabbed Trev by his jumper. "Marry me." "Bloody hell, Roxy... Bit quick, but yeah, OK." "I'm being vivacious, but drop your jeans, I'm going down on my knees." On my knees, I stroked the floorboards with my hands. To my astonishment they were pristine. Not a spot of dust, if anything it had recently been polished. Thoughts crossed my mind, that he maybe homosexual. However, I was put at ease by the fact his cock resembled a baseball bat. I watched in amazement as his cock continued to swell. Soon it was so large, it looked like it was going to sprout legs and run off. This guy could be put in a glass box and put on show, his cock was phenomenal. "What am I suppose to do with that thing, Trev?" "What, you think it's too small?" "No, your dick is off the scale! You have permission to be smug. " "Smug..?" "Never mind" I now had a blind spot for Trev's stupidity. Good looking, huge wallet and an even bigger cock. "Why have we not talked before?" "Funny that you said that because..." "Just shut up, and let me give you a suck." My first attempt ended in disaster. It probably derived to me being overeager to win a place in Trev's heart, or more accurately, his apartment. Throwing my head forward, I stretched my mouth over his mammoth cock. Taking his girth caused my jaw to over stretch. I soon felt similar to when I was a kid and had chewed too many jelly sweets at once. Yet I remained determined to take him whole. I'm not a girl to take defeat lightly. Like a circus sword swallower, I relaxed, and let my throat open. However, dear old Trev got a little too excited, and rammed it home. Immediately I felt myself close to vomiting. I aborted, and spat him out. Giving myself a second to catch my breath, I massaged Trevor's throbbing cock in my hand. I took the plunge. The cock ventured deeper inside. I half expected to be tickled on the lungs as my head felt it was going to pop. Closing my eyes and inhaling through my nostrils, I did my best to blow Trev. But it became clear that this wasn't going to work, the fucker was just too big. I just couldn't take anymore, and pulled myself free. Covered in saliva, I was a quivering sloppy mess. Having regained my breath, I glanced up at Trev. "We're going to have to find another hole." I literally jumped out of my kickers and threw myself on the couch. "Come on big boy, give it to me." My legs bent at the knee and my vagina was out for show. I bathed my pussy with the lube from my handbag. "You think you can take it?" "I don't think so. I know so." Trevor jumped on top of me, almost clubbing me to death as his huge cock slapped me in the face. "Sorry, are you OK." "Just put it in. Be my Arabian stallion." That's when I felt the most amazing pain I have ever experienced in my life. I felt like I was being ripped in two. The fucker had only put it in the wrong hole... all the way in. My rasping screams hurt my tired lungs and my arse burned like red-hot charcoal. He battered his hairy wrecking balls against the small of my back. Feeling so much pain, I felt unable to function and couldn't tell him to stop. The bastard took advantage. My nails dug into his shoulders. I slapped his sweat covered face. But Trevor was merciless while destroying my back passage. I rolled my head and bit the cushion. I just wanted it to stop. But Trevor found extra depth with every stroke, and more arse to stretch. I started to fear for my life, never mind my health. Thankfully, the fucking came to a shuddering finish. I could feel his cum sinking inside me. A smug Trevor smiled down at me. He resembled a constipated dog that had risked a fart and won. Blinded by pain, I wept in to the lilywhite cushion. As he pulled out I felt the cold air rush deep into my insides. I think he had turned my arse into a quarry. Trev slumped on the couch and watched his cock slowly deflate and coil. "No offence." "What?" "I think you need checking out?" I felt worried I couldn't go back the clinic so quick... the nurse has seen my pussy more than I have. "Why?" "Your pussy stinks of... well, shit." "You fucked me in the arse... you idiot." "Oh... awesome." A sudden emergency sent an alarm bell ringing in my head. "Trevor!" I slapped and kicked out at him. "It was a mistake, sorry." "Your mistake could mean that I have to wear diapers for the rest of my life." I sprung from the couch like a scolded cat. "Where's the bathroom?" "Pick any bedroom, they're all are ensuites." "You rich bastard." Plugging my stinging bum hole I dashed to the toilet. Chapter 4 Getting bummed had paid off, as the next morning Trevor had agreed to let me move in. So, walking with a slight limp, I brought my gear from my crappy little apartment and moved in. Mission accomplished. A week later I found myself in the bathroom. I stood naked over Trevor's shaving mirror. Bending my knees, I parted my arse cheeks with one hand and touch my anus with the forefinger of the other. "At last... back to normal... and back to work." In the living room of the plush apartment, Trevor watched the cricket while sprawled over his couch. What a shit sport that is by the way? Uninterested, I picked up my laptop from the coffee table and headed for the bedroom. Trev's eyes didn't leave the screen as he called, "Where are you going?'' "To work." "Don't worry, as long as you keep your legs open, I'll support you." "Keep spending on me, and I'll have no reason to close them." "Honestly, though. There is no need for you to work. Concentrate on your studies" Dead Sexy I put a hand on the large doorknob, it reminded me of Trevor's bell end. "But I want to work, Trev. A girl needs her own money. " "Fair enough. It's really up to you." "Don't come into the bedroom, whatever you do." "Sure. Don't be there too long, though. I might start thinking you got a man hiding in the cupboard." Trevor climbed onto the back of the couch and stared at me. "If you don't mind me asking... What do you do for work?" I froze; I had never been asked what I did for a living before. "I... work for a call center..." My eyes lit up. "Long distance work. I need total silence because of the line." "Oh, OK." In the bedroom, I quickly changed for work. I dressed in black knee high fishnets, stilettos, and my tiny tartan two piece. Sitting cross legged on the bed, I smiled into the laptop screen. My favourite customer, MrRich888, was online. He is a long-term admirer of mine, and the main reason I am able to sit my final year in uni. As you have probably made out, he is a very generous tipper. A usual session just involved a quick strip and a long, long chat. But today was a little different. I read his message on the screen. MrRich888: "Hi there, Roxy baby." SEXY-ROXY: "Hi. How are you today?" MrRICH888: "Bored, need to unwind after a hard day in the boardroom. Thought I would come and find my favourite girl." SEXY-ROXY: "Aww, thx xxx. So wt u wnt 2nite?" MrRICH888: "Tell me, when was the last time you took a cock?" SEXY-ROXY: "Actually, I was a bit naughty a few hours ago." MrRICH888: "Oh really? You let him cum in u?" SEXY-ROXY: "Yes... bit naughty, I know". MrRICH888: Can I see your cummy pussy?" Thinking on my feet, I briefly moved off cam and slipped out of my tartan string. I dunked my finger into the tub of face cream and spread it between my pussy lips. Wearing a naughty smile, I spread my legs for Mr Rich. I strained my eyes to read his message. MrRICH888: "You think you'll carry his child?" SEXY-ROXY: "No. He's a bit of a moron. He's got a nice apartment, tho. So, just letting him screw me until the course finishes. Then I'm packing my bags and heading back home." MrRICH888: "Morons... don't you just hate them." SEXY-ROXY: "Yeah. He's a shit fuck as well. Lasted like, 5 minutes." MrRICH888 : "Pathetic." SEXY-ROXY: "Kind of sums him up." MrRICH888: "Listen, I want to take this to the next level. Ur in London, right?" SEXY-ROXY: "Yup" MrRICH888: "I'm attending a series of meetings there next week, plus taking a small break to see the family. Anyway, how about I free myself for few hours, and show u what a real man is like?" SEXY-ROXY: "It will cost you." MrRICH888: "I was expecting that. I have put some money aside £1000?" SEXY-ROXY: "Sounds like I need to rearrange my weekend, then. It's a deal." MrRICH888: "Right, time to stretch that pussy around your dildo. Let me see wt I have to look 4wrd 2." Kneeling on the bed I picked up my dildo from the ironing board that supported my laptop, and placed the rubber cock between my legs. My pussy was already lubed from the face cream I had lapped between my lips earlier. So it slid in smoothly. I rode it hard and gently moaned, careful not to outdo the music. MrRICH888: Nice. I can't wait 4 u 2 ride me like that. I'm wanking my cock slowly, wishing I wz fkn u now. X Placing a pillow behind me, I leaned back on the bed with my legs parted in front of the camera. Sliding the rubber cock back and forth into my pussy, I groaned his name. "Mr Rich, you make me want to come, Mr Rich." MrRich888: "Ali, Ali is my name." "Oh, Ali, you feel so big, Ali." Fucking a dildo is a strange feeling. It always feels cold to begin with, but warms over time. Plus, until I met Trev, it always felt so damn big... now it rattles around! MrRICH888:"FUCK it harder, I want 2 hear it slap against your skin." During sex shows, Ali was always a demanding fucker. But I, as you know by now, am a real money whore. So I began slamming that rubber cock as if I wanted to make a new orifice. MrRICH888: I gona cum BB, were d u wnt it??? "Where I always want it, on my face. Picking up my baby bottle, I shook it out of sight of the camera, raining milk over my face and outstretched tongue. "Oh, Ali, you dirty fuck, you taste so sweet." MrRICH888: "AMAZING." "No, baby, you're amazing." MrRICH888: "Gotta go b4 wife gets back, made a mess of my trousers. I'll be in touch abt our meeting, cnt w8 2 fk u. Bye x" I flopped backwards onto the bed and pulled out the rubber cock, letting out a quiet pussy fart. My head was filled with thoughts of the thousand pound shag I had tied myself into. I was brought down from the excitement by the ringing of my mobile. It was unknown number. "Hello?" "It's Pappa. Where are you, how come you haven't been answering my emails. I've been in London since yesterday." I cringed. All the drama about being a billionaire and my stretched bumhole had made me forget about Pappa. "Sorry, been very busy." "Busy meeting people, no doubt." "I've got a new boyfriend and been busy moving into his penthouse." "Penthouse..?" "He's rich." "I thought you liked being single." "Like I said... he's rich." "Should fall for his heart, not his wallet." My attention was diverted by my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. I smiled at myself while looking at my naked body. I had never felt conscious about my looks. Never felt the need too. It would be a scandal to take this luxury model completely off the market... I just had to be more selective about who I shagged. "You still there?" I came back to earth. "Sorry, signal faded." "So, you've settled down now, good. How come you had a change of heart?" "Funny, after your email I took a little time to think about my life. I came to the conclusion that I did, in fact, need a man in my life." "I want to meet him." The thought of having the hapless Trev meet my father didn't fill me with much hope. "That maybe a bit soon, Paps." "Roxy." "But..." "Roksanna." When he calls me by my full name I know Pappa means business. "Sure... why not? Come around... it's lovely here." I walked into kitchen where I found Trev drinking a glass of orange juice. "My father is coming." "What?" Trev spat the juice back into his glass. "So soon?" "I know, but we have no choice. Do you think for one second, I want him to meet you?" "What does he want to meet me for anyway?" "He is just sussing you out. Making sure you're suitable for me." Trev appeared flustered. "Am I suitable?" "You have more money than half the central banks... so of course you are." "Still, I'm shitting myself" "Just be yourself and let me do most of the talking." "But what if he talks to me." I placed my hands on his broad shoulders. "Just tell him you love me and talk about your money... he's like me in that way." Biting my lip I suddenly remembered. "Oh and as far as he is concerned... me and you have never had sex. We're waiting until we get married. Got it?" "Yes. I think so." "Trev?" "I'm rich, and in love with your sex." I snapped and slapped Trev across his stupid face. "I'm being serious, if he knows you've buggered me he will go crazy. You'll end up floating in the Thames and I'll be locked in my bedroom for eternity." Trev was suited and booted and I was wearing my traditional Bahraini clothes. My heart missed a beat at sound of the doorbell. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and wrapped my arms around my father. "Pappa." "Lovely to see you, after so long." "You too." "Your mother and brother send their regards." "Aw, bless." Pappa broke from my arms and smiled at an anxious Trev. "Hi, I'm Muhammad, Roksanna's father." "Roksanna?" "Yes... Roxy." Pappa glanced at me then gave Trev a wry smile. "Roksanna is Roxy's full name." "Oh... Sorry, I knew that..." Trev felt the back of his neck. "I'm just a little nervous." He reached out his hand. "I'm rich." "I thought your name was Trev?" "It is? I..." Pappa laughed and slapped Trev's back. "I'm joking, just trying to make you feel more comfortable about being thick." "I love your daughter." "I'm glad you do." Trev seemed to have a case of verbal diarrhoea. "I haven't slept with her." "That's good." "I haven't sodomized her either." Pappa pulled the same face he does when he stands dog shit. "Ok, Son, that's enough." "Not even a blowjob." I stamped on Trev's shoe. "Trev." "I'm rich." Pappa glanced at the expensive looking ornaments that lined the long hallway. "I can see." Pappa, holding a tumbler of whisky close to his chest, seemed pleased as he strolled around the plush living room of our apartment. Placing a hand on Trev's shoulder, he pulled him close. "I must say I'm suitably impressed." "Thank you." "Rather palatial." "That's good, because Roxy is my queen." "She has always been my Princess... so it's just a natural progression I suppose." Pappa stood by the window and stared down at a nocturnal cityscape. "I hear you met at uni. Do you study medicine too?" "Yes." "What path do you want to take?" "Wherever the wind blows." "Nice answer." "Thank you, I heard it in a song once." "I wish I could be so laid back, like you." Pappa glared at me while I sat on the couch. "But having a daughter like Roxy makes one stress quite a lot." "Having a girlfriend like Roxy makes me stress... I'll end up bald like you." "Easy." Pappa bit his lip. "Your father, what does he do?" "He is the CEO of GloboBank." "Ah, here am I feeling all high and mighty about being a heart Surgeon." Pappa sipped from his tumbler. "Will your father open up a position for you when you graduate, or will you make your own way in this world?" "Make my own way." "Very noble. I think more of a man who makes his own decisions about his life." Chewing my nails I watched the two from the couch. After a shaky start, Trev seemed to have found his feet, but it soon started to unravel... Trev filled Pappa's glass with more expensive whisky. "Dad told me he didn't want me anywhere near his business." "Oh, so he encouraged you to find your own way in life?" "He kept his bank afloat during the credit crunch, but placing me on the board would be the last nail in the coffin." "Oh... I think your father must have been joking... Right?" Trev nonchalantly shrugged. "No... He laughs when he jokes." Pappa turned as he counted the large leather bound doors that lined the long living room. "I see you have more bedrooms than half the hotels I've stayed in... So there's no need for you both to be sharing the same room." He gave a threatening glare to Trev. "Until you wed, that is." "Yeah... Have I mentioned how rich I am?" "Which one is yours Trev, I want to see how my future son organizes his ties." I jumped off the couch and paced towards Trev's bedroom. "No, Pappa. This is my room over here." Holding Pappa's hand I pulled him towards the room where I kept my stuff. "I haven't unpacked yet because of uni work. But I sleep in here." I stood in the door, hoping he wouldn't enter. However he pushed me to one side and stepped inside. "Hm... nice. But that bed hasn't been slept in." "What do you mean? I make it fresh every morning." "I know you. You're lazier than a rheumatic sloth." "Trev has a maid... she cleaned today." I had left one of the boxes open with my lingerie on show. Like a homing missile he headed straight to box. "Roksanna! What the hell do you call this?" "A little present from Trev." "For your wedding night, of course." "Yes." A crestfallen Pappa sat on the bed. He covered his face with hands. "Are you sleeping with him?" "No." "Just tell me if you are." "We just kiss." Pappa glared at me with his reddened eyes. "Promise me." "Yes Paps." "Then I have no choice but to believe you." "Thank Pappa. I'll always be your little princess", I leaned across the bed and rested my head on his shoulder. "What the hell is this?" "What now?" I then stared at the carpet where Pappa pointed. The tip of my dildo poked out from under the bed. "I have to teach sex education to Year nine pupils. You know, show them how to put condoms on." Pappa climbed off the bed and knelt on one knee on the carpet. He then pulled out my illuminous butt plug. "OK, well what about this?" "It's in the new curriculum, Pappa. Have to be all inclusive, that means homosexuals. And where you get homosexuals... you get anal." "The sooner we get you back on the island the better." "The UK isn't that bad." "I suppose you wear the sexy underwear while you give these so called lectures?" "None uniform day." Pappa's glare frightened me. I snatched the rubber cock from his hand. "Obviously I don't, Paps. Like I said earlier, they're a present from Trev." "Trev, has good taste... I'll give him that." The three of us sat around a large table that was topped with food that I didn't even know the name off. Pappa holding his fork gestured towards Trev. "Roxy has informed me of your father's ill health." "He has a weak heart... he blames the credit crunch... never heard of the breakfast cereal... but they need to take it off the shelves." "Indeed... Anyway, Trevor, I'm a cardiologist of some repute, I'll offer your father a free consultation, should he want it." "Thank you, Sir. I will let him know." I whispered out of the corner of my mouth. "What are you doing? He's loaded." "Roksanna." "Sorry... I can't help it." Chapter 5 The weekend had come for my thousand pound shag, and I could almost smell my bank notes. I had made my excuses with Trev, which isn't too hard considering he's about as bright as a broken light bulb. I got a taxi to the hotel where I had agreed to meet Mr Rich or Ali as I now know him. Outside the hotel room, I knocked on the door which opened immediately. A tall handsome man stood wrapped in a dressing gown. His hair was a silver gray, his build slim and his skin an olive tone. Suitably impressed, I smile and offered my hand. "Mr Rich?" "Call me, Ali. Remember" I shivered as he kissed the back of my hand. "Ali... Well, my name really is Roxy." "I don't really care. Take off your clothes. Get on the bed, and earn your money." "Alright Ali. Calm down." I felt cheated that the gentlemanly conduct lasted less than a minute. Still, we were here for one thing, and one thing only, sex. But I thought he would have at least bought me some chocolates and flowers. He was nothing like one of my pilgrims. "You better be packing a pretty decedent cock to back up a piss poor attitude like yours." "Don't waste my time with needless tripe. I'm working to a tight schedule. I just want a quick in and out, before I'm off to my next arrangement." No one had ever talked to me like that. I suddenly felt dirty that I was merely a plaything. However, the thought of the money spurred me on. All I had to do to get through the next hour was think of the spending spree. Naked, I waited on the bed and watched him drop his robe. Although middle aged, Ali was in good order. He ripped open a blue sachet and pulled out a condom. Wanking his cock stiff, he then rolled the condom over the bell end, and down along his solid shaft. I felt his heavy hand on my pussy. I groaned as I felt the rough skin of his fingers rubbing around my clit. Ali's tongue circled my areola before he made me moan by sucking the rest of my nipple. Without warning he pushed two fingers into my pussy, causing me to yelp. He sunk his fingers to his knuckles and wiggled them independently. Wearing me like hand puppet, he quickly became my master. I held his head in my hands and turned him to face me. Reaching down I grabbed his cock, "Fuck me, go on. Fuck me." "Open your mouth slut." "Why." "Open it." Pulling his fingers out of my pussy he slid them into my mouth. "Now taste how dirty you are."# Leaning forward I opened my mouth and suck on his glistening fingers. I have to say I've tasted sweeter things in my life, but I was glad that I was nowhere near as foul tasting as Grahams arse. As for being finger fucked in the mouth... don't think it's my thing. Finally Ali pulled his fingers from my mouth and climbed on top of me. He pushed his cock in deep, all with one mighty thrust. My lustful cries caused Ali to cover my mouth with his hand. Driven by lust, he began pounding me. Our bodies smashed together causing us to groan in tandem. The door rattled violently. "Dad, who've you got in there?" "Fuck." "Who is it?" "My son Trevor." "Trevor?" "Well, Tariq, my son. He thinks that Trevor..." Panic ripped through my body. "Makes him sound more British." "Yeah, how do you know..?" I hid my face under a pillow. "He's my boyfriend." "What?" Ali held his chest rolled off the bed then collapsed to the floor. "Ali?" "My tablets... Bathroom." I jumped off the bed. "Shit." Running into the bathroom I found a tub of tablets on the shelf. My mind then cleared and I could suddenly smell hundred dollar bills. I tipped the tablets into the toilet them pushed the flush. "Ali, you have none left." His silence was music to my ears. On returning to the bedroom I stooped down at Ali's side. He formed a rigid corpse on the carpet. His death mask appeared to be a face torn by terror. It looked fake, as if he could have been a dummy from a ghost house at a theme park. I got dressed as the door continued to rattle. Taking my phone from my pocket I texted Trevor. "Where are you?" I heard his mobile bleep. Worried, I switched mine to silent, then received a text. "Waiting for my dad at the Plaza Hotel." "I'm near there right now. Come meet me by entrance. Introduce me to him. We can be like one big happy family. X" "OK, going down now. Don't think we can be a happy family tho. I think me dad is avin an affair." Dnt worry, I have a feeling it wnt last that long. x" I listened at the door as Trevor left. I glanced at the lifeless corpse, before opening the door and slipping out. I cupped my ear to the imaginary sound. "Is that wedding bells or the sound of an opening cash float... who fucking cares." Wearing my wedding sari with confetti still resting on my hair, I stood next to my father. "Thank fuck that's over with." I lunged forward as Pappa clipped me across the back of my head, spilling confetti on the floor. "Stop swearing." "I can't help it." "You talk like your mother." "Her potty mouth is addictive." "Potty? Foul is what it is." Pappa walked me to the waiting crowd of well wishers. "It was over a year of intensive elocution classes before I could introduce her to my family." "How did you meet her again... and I want the truth. Not some romantic tale... I'm too old and too wise. You're both too different to be a natural item." "I suppose I do owe you the truth, now you're a married woman." "Go on, let's have it." Pappa paused with to have a picture taken. "Like you, I was a student in London." "I know that." "I met her at a dance class... she was the tutor." "She wasn't exactly a dance tutor was she?" "W... What do you mean?" Pappa raised his voice. "Are you questioning me?" "I just want to know where I get my slut..." I bit my lip. "I mean, I can't dance for... Peat's sake." Pappa snapped. "She was a dancer, and we'll leave it at that." "She was a stripper, wasn't she?" "No, she wasn't." I whispered through the corner of my mouth. "An escort?" "I was young and naive... and I fell in love." "So, if she was... a dancer. How did you manage to tie her down. I mean, once a dancer always a dancer, right? Surely she'ld still like to let her hair down and hit the tiles every now and then." Dead Sexy Pappa opened the door to the wedding car, where Trev was waiting inside. "Money." "I'm so like mother." "Tell me about it." "You sound a little bitter, but I know she is still your world." "Insha'allah. One thing you should know about men..." Pappa picked the trail of my dress. "... Is that they don't think with their heads." "Their cocks, right?" "Roksanna! But, yes, you're right. Even the clever ones like me." ***** Please leave your thoughts on this story. Also, I would like know if you have any plot ideas for Roxy in a future installment.