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The Choice


Author's note. This is a redraft of an earlier story - Paying her Way. It's largely the same but with some plot modifications.

Hope you enjoy. Feel free to comment.


Deena's Story

Before I was an escort, I never had anal. Now it's my bread winner. I never had a potty mouth either. I used to be a classy girl from a conservative British Asian family. The world of sex was something only shared between a husband and wife. Now I fall on my back and open my legs at the sound of loose change in any buggers pocket. Ok, slight exaggeration, but you get my point. Anyway, let's spend this chapter describing how I got here. Don't worry. After a few paragraphs of telling you what I used to be like, I'll be getting rattled more than a baby's new toy.

I was proud my Asian roots as I was about being British. There is nothing better than South Asian cuisine, the glitz of Bollywood and our beliefs and spiritualism.

However, I like living my life as a blend of East and West. So it was natural that I fell in love with a handsome white Brit called Toby. We met in the university library and have been pretty much inseparable ever since.

Toby came to my rescue. You could say he was my nerd in shining armour. It was deadline day and my computer wouldn't hook up to the scanner. It might sound mighty harsh, but still to this day, I am surprised that I fell for him. Like every girl, I dreamt of an alpha male. But Toby is definitely a beta. I guess it probably had something to do with the sincerity of his love. Something deep inside just told me that he was the one. He is loving and compliant, not one to cause me too much trouble and stress. In return, I have devoted my life to him.

It's a common belief that love is never simple. Ours, however, felt like a seamless progression from our first kiss to when he asked for my hand in marriage.

I said yes, of course.

Actually, there was one little bump along the way, though. It was important for me that Toby converted to my religion... of spicy food. He had a taste pallet blander than his alabaster skin. But after a month or two, he was downing vindaloos as if it was ice cream. It wasn't all one way of course. In return, I found a taste for fish and chips and lifting pints at his local pub.

I felt set for a bright future. Then all hell broke loose.

Dad's shop burnt down. He had lost everything. Mother nearly killed him when she found out he had no insurance. It turned out he couldn't afford the renewal after he paid my initial tuition fees. Doing an ACCA at a redbrick university doesn't come cheap!

Life was unravelling around me. My parents moved into my uncles and I moved in with Toby. I enquired about an emergency loan... but there is no guarantor, my parents had nothing. It was fair to say that I was in the shit. I couldn't think or function due to the stress. My grades began to suffer and slipped into a depression as my life felt on a downward spiral.

All that kept me sane was Toby, he became my everything. He was my undying support and all I had to put a smile on my face. Without hesitating, he paid my course fees with his savings.

Toby also found me a job as an assistant accountant at a local car dealer. It was a small wage but we were saved.

But then... then Toby smashed his boss' car.

Life has a habit of raining shit.

Toby's Story

Deena likes to tell the story how we first met in the university library. How I, the perfect stranger, offered my help to connect her computer to the communal scanner. She likes to describe the way I covered her hand on the computer mouse and left it to linger for a little while, as I guided her through the desktop menus.

While that is all true, we didn't see each other again for weeks after that chance meeting. Now let me tell you what I consider to be our first real meeting.

The standard of my women ranged from the hefty to the outright fatty. Every now then I would pull a half decent slut. But I had never actually had sex with anyone above a six out of ten... Actually make that a five.

So as far as I was concerned it was going to be the same again that night. So I got myself smashed on cheap beer and cheaper whisky before heading off to the student union to pick up the dregs.

I had forgotten it was a fancy dress party, so I put on best impersonation of a drunk. There were all the usual suspects at the party, nurses, pirates and witches. But amongst all of these, I found Deena. It had been over a month since out brief encounter at the library. She was dressed as an angel, complete with halo and the finest pair of legs this side of heaven.

My heart raced as I stared across the packed room. People were shouting and laughing above the cheesy dance music. But all I could do was stand and stare. Sadly, there was no way I could approach. Mostly, it must be said, because she was surrounded by a male fan club. All of which were better looking than little average me.

Deena then caught my stare. Her face erupted into a huge smile as she broke free from the crowd and strutted towards me. I wasn't sure if she was going to slap me or hug me. "You're...?"

"Deena, we met at the library."

"Yeah, yeah we did."

"I was kind of hoping you would remember my name."

I hadn't forgotten Deena's name, I was just speechless because she actually seemed pleased to see me. I gazed to her large black pupils, fell in love, and never wanted to return. "I think you're really beautiful."

"Thanks." She smiled as she sucked her vodka coke through a straw. "I was kind of hoping we would bump into each other again."

"Really? I... Every afternoon, after class, I would wait in the library for hours hoping to catch a glimpse of you."

"Oh, how cute. Actually, my classes have been moved to Old hall Street."

"Ah... That explains it."

Now if I was sober I would just bore her by talking around the obvious. She liked me and I loved her. But I was pissed as an Irish fart and she clearly had been drinking. I leant forward and planted my lips firmly on hers.

Deena was the best chick in the room and I was mid-table wannabe. That's why when she pulled back from me. I fully expected to be slapped, kicked out, or punched by her boyfriend. But she gave me a heart melting smiled while she placed her open hands on my chest. I glanced down at firm tits. "I like your outfit... Are all angels as beautiful as you?"

"I can be devilish if you like."

Who said alcohol was an evil of society was either so good looking that he didn't need it, or he hated ugly people and wanted them to carry on suffering.

Having just kissed a woman who's far too hot for me, you would that I would now act as the perfect gentleman in the hope of keeping hold of her. But I didn't. Because in life, being nice only wins you second place.

Oblivious to the fact we were stood together on a crowded dance floor, My hands shot up Deena's tiny white dress and began massaging her firm arse. My fingers ran along her cotton panties, worked their way along her arse crack and weighed her cheeks. I felt my cock to swell to bursting point.

Deena broke free. "Hold on Mr." She then took my hand. "Let's dance."

I hate dancing, but I was willing to do anything Deena told me. We boogied across the floor, cutting through plastic cups and empty bottles. I have never been able to dance, but despite this, my dying fish routine seemed to turn Deena on. She snaked her tight body around me, closing in on my space and rubbing her pert tits up and down me like a low rent hooker. (I never talk like that to Deena, I wouldn't dare. But she is never likely to read this.)

Sweating after the longest and hottest dance session, I decided to turn on the charm. "You have no idea what I want to do you."

"Why don't you show me?"

To my surprise, Deena pressed her body against mine, clearly challenging me to a duel of lust. I felt her lips up against mine. Our tongues battled against each others, wrapping and tangling like snakes in a basket. With one hand holding her drink, she placed her spare one on the back of my head, not allowing me to escape her advances. Not that I wanted to. She dictated play, and made it clear who was the dominant lover.

Breaking free Deena turned and pushed her arse into my groin. She twerked to beats to the music, rubbing my cock to the point of explosion. I had no choice, I just had to take this to the next level.

Deena still had her back towards me as I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. My hand slipped up the front of her white flimsy dress and onto her knickers. I felt that her neatly trimmed pubes were rough to the touch. I got as far as the tight lips which felt moist when she placed a hand on mine. I froze. "Sorry, I just..."

"I don't mind. But bear in mind that I'm a virgin, and it's staying that way... for the time being"


"Does that put you off?"

"I would literally wait years to sleep with a beauty like you, Deena."

"Good." Deena spun around and felt my lips with hers. "Because I'm looking for love."

A little better than the library story.

So life was pretty great. Had a hot chick who was devoted to me. More so when I helped her in her hour of need. But it was the least I could as I know she's a good girl... and that she would do the same for me. It was natural. Even it means we're both skint. But it won't always be that way. Times might be hard but our struggles now are working towards a brighter future.

Then a dog ran out into the street and ruined everything. Still... life has a way of working out.

Doesn't it?

Deena's Story

Tears ran down my face as I walked up the garden path towards our new house. Blinded by the sadness, I couldn't find the keyhole as the key scraped over the brass lock. My shoulders shuddered while I let out another cry for help. "Toby!" The door opened and I fell into the arms of my love.

"What's up with you, Rainy Face?"

I didn't know how to tell him. So I just spilled the words from my mouth. "I lost it. I don't know what to do. I'm scared."

"Lost what?"

"My job."

"What..? H... How?"

"They've sacked me before my probation finished."

"You confronted them, didn't you? About their fraud. I told you not to, because I feared this would happen."

"I had no choice, I couldn't start my accounting career by getting involved in such a corrupt company. I have my pride, as well as my morals."

"I know, but I want to keep my legs... Come on. Let's talk about this over a brew."

Inside the living room, I sat slumped on the couch as Toby placed a hot mug onto the coffee table. I leant forward and shoved the tear-filled tissue into my pocket. "Thanks."

"Can you claim against them?"

"Of course. But it could take years to settle. Never mind a load of money."

"What are we going to do, then..? We need to pay Mickael his ten grand back... on top of all the other expenses."

"I know, I know." I picked up the mug and sipped the hot tea through my lips. "I just... I just don't know what to do."

"We've got to do something... Mickael told me I'll lose the use of my legs, if we don't pay him back the damages."

"I can't believe you crashed his car, and got us into this mess."

Toby tightened his fists. "It was an accident... how many times will I have to tell you."

"I know... the dog came out of nowhere, you swerved to avoid it, then ploughed the car into a fucking tree."

"I didn't even want to drive his fucking Merc. Look, we need to do something... he's not just my boss, he's a fucking psycho."

"Toby, stop telling me things I already know. I need solutions, not a lecture."

"You're Dad?"

I watched as Toby sat opposite me. "No, we can't." The disappointment on his face saddened me more. "We can't go begging to Paps again, not after what he's been through."

"I can always go and ask my parents."

I sighed, and glanced at Toby. "We both know why we can't go there, don't we?" We weren't on talking terms with his parents after a disastrous family holiday a year back, but that's for another story.

"I know." Toby held his face in his hands. "Well you're just going to have to go and get another accounting job."

"It won't happen in time to save your legs, though. "

"You have an ACCA, you must be highly in demand."

"I know, but I have just been sacked... A lot of firms won't even look at me. It will take ages to find another position that pays as well." I reached out and grabbed Toby's hand. "Look... if he does disable you... I promise to stand by you. In sickness and in health, remember."

"You can't leave me out to dry."

"I know... But I dread to think where all this is going to lead too." I noticed the soiled tissue on the coffee table. I could have sworn that I placed mine in my pocket. I shoved my hand in the pocket and, sure enough, felt my tear filled tissue. "Toby?"


"You've been wanking."

"No I haven't."

"Yes you have." I picked up the soiled tissue and threw it at him. "Indian cuckold videos again?"

Toby slumped his shoulders while he hung his head. "Guilty as charged your honour."

"You disgust me."

"The girls remind me of you, my Indian Princess."

"I'm British Asian." I stood from the couch. "And never going to sleep with another man... No matter how much porn you watch."

Toby's Story

I had just left the apartment for work. The fresh air of the winter cleared my head and allowed me to think straight. With Deena sacked, it was just my income supporting us. And because I smashed up my boss's car on the way to the car wash, I had ten grand to find... in six weeks. Let's just say I had a lot to think about.

I manage a bar in a strip club. I have always told Deena that I work in a casino bar, which was true, but there is a strip joint upstairs, and for the past six months I have been working the upstairs bar.

The whole building is run by an Albanian businessman called Mickael Asharvin, I stress the word businessman. Mickael is one ruthless fucker. He once paid for my silence after I accidentally walked in on him rearranging an employee's face after he had caught him pinching from the cash register. That's why I know he wasn't lying when he told me he would kneecap me, if I fail to find his ten grand.

I thought I would have left this job long ago, it was supposed to just get me through uni. But graduated a year ago, and yet I'm still no closer to fulfilling my dream as a journalist. After working at the club for five years I'm now on first name terms with Mickael, and regarded as one of the more senior members of staff. Still barely paid more than the minimum wage, mind.

Doing a weekday shift drags. The club is dead until ten. So for the first two or three hours it's just me and the girls, all of which hardly speak a word of English. Still good to look at though.

I spotted Mickael pacing towards the bar. He didn't look too impressed. So I made myself busy by wiping the black marble surface. "Evening, Boss."

"I've seen more life in a morgue." Mickael spoke with a thick Eastern European accent, and I always had to concentrate when he spoke. "Toby. You have face like smacked arse. No wonder no one stays. What is wrong with you?"


"Tell me."

"Money problems."

"You English are lazy, back in Tirana, I pay barman less than half. He work twice as hard, and smiled all the time. I pay you more, yet you have face like mother-in-law's backside."

"Deena lost her job."

Mickael snorted a laugh and waved his finger in my face. "You very clever man, Toby. Trying to make me feel sorry for you. You think me a fool, huh? I asked you take my car to be cleaned, not to be scraped. You will pay for the damage, one way, or the other. Even if it's with your legs."

I felt the mood change and my arse began to bite my boxers. Mickael is temperamental at the best of times, so it's best not to piss him off. "I promise, I'll find the money." I held my hands up. "Do you need an accountant, by any chance?"

"No... I'm always in need of new girls though."

"Deena isn't the type."

Mickael's leather coat crumpled as he folded his bulky arms. "Your girl is really hot. I love spicy women, they're hard to come by. Brown skin makes good money."

"Deena is quite a conservative girl, though. It had to propose to her, before she let see her naked."

"Innocent girls are the best. Get her here. She is the only way I will get my money, and you will save your legs."

"I'll see what she says, Boss."

"Good." Mickael slapped me on the back, sending me down to the bar. "Don't let me down...Or else."

Mickael loves Deena. When he spotted us in shopping in the city a few months back, he literally gawped at her tits for the whole time we were talking. He was that obvious that Deena told me she could feel his eyes burning a hole in her chest. Made her feel really uncomfortable, meaning she's hated him ever since. So there was no way I could ask her to come. Plus how the fuck would I explain about never having told her I work in a strip bar?

After a long shift I got back home just as daylight broke over the dark horizon. In the kitchen, I opened the fridge door and took out the cheese. Slamming the door, my eyebrows arched as a disheveled Deena stood wearing my old football shirt. "What are you doing awake?"

"Can't sleep for worrying."

"I'm sorry." I leaned forward and kissed Deena's forehead. She might have looked like she had been through more hedges than a fox on the run, but I would still definitely ravage her. "I still have just enough energy felt for a quickie, Dee."

"You have to be joking."Deena groaned and rubbed the back of her neck. "I feel sick."

"It was worth a try." I leaned over the counter and took out a slice of brown bread. "So, you have been busy filling out applications?"

"More than I care to mention. But I need a quick fix... I have a friend who told me about webcam modelling. Can earn quite a bit from it, and they pay weekly. But the internet is shit around here."

"Isn't that stripping?"

"I know, I know. But I'm desperate. I'll do anything."

I began buttering my bread. "I was talking to Mickael today."

"Oh, that dirty bastard."

"Yeah, well, he has just opened a strip joint upstairs and looking for new strippers."

"How much?"

I slammed the knife through the hard cheese. "Some of the girls earn a grand over a weekend... not sure what they exactly do for that... I work in the casino after all."

"I'll come with you tomorrow. Seeing as he'll take the use of your legs if I don't."

"Fuck me... really?"

"We're desperate... I'm desperate."

Deena's Story

Despite the fact I was going to a strip club, I dressed formally as it was still an interview. I wore a tight fitting ivory sleeveless blouse and a short black pencil skirt. Every girl likes heels and I'm no exception, I stood tall and proud on my six inch black stilettos.

I knew this was the quickest way of earning money. It might sound arrogant, but I knew I was more than just a head turner. Men craved me. So I was more than confident about being a stripping success.

The club is situated on the edge of a tech park. Probably far enough from the city centre to avoid generating headaches for the city council, but close enough to attract the clientele who had wallets fat enough to keep the revenue flowing in.

The low sun cast long shadows across the car park. Despite my earlier confidence my heart began to flutter as we stepped up the concrete steps towards the double glass doors.

Stepping through the open glass doors, the club was empty. A tinny echo of a radio played music from the sixties. Only two middle aged women dressed in scrubs busied themselves with a mop and bucket. On the stage was a mountain of bin bags filled with empty plastic bottles and glasses.

I held Toby's hand as he led me through a side door and followed him up a narrow staircase. Toby stopped and knocked on a heavy secured door. Mickael's asked us to wait. Hearing his think Eastern European voice set off my nerves. I squeezed Toby's fingers and stared into his brown eyes. "Are you coming in with me?"

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