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 in law 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."