Roxy - Sex Stories

Roxy

... 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. 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.” “You mean, pilgrim, not follower. You need to come bearing gifts. 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. “Now be a good boy and disappear... You’re already outstaying your welcome.” Finally alone I could concentrate on what ...