Authors: Sarah Thorn
''Good night Marcus,'' she said.
''I don't suppose you've changed your mind?'' he said nodding in the direction of her room.
''No. It was a lovely evening, but I haven't.''
When Marcus got
to his room,
he was sexually charged. He thought about watching a porno, but it wasn't the sight of any old female flesh he wanted. He wanted to see Tonya's beautiful body. The only option left open to him was a lonely masturbation session in the shower. He imagined Tonya in
a number of
sex positions, coming time after time as he thrust his massive penis into her. His orgasm came quickly but didn't satisfy his desire in any meaningful way.
Tonya dreamed about winning enough money in the casino for her to pay off her debts. Just before she woke up, however, her dream turned to Marcus. When
she
woke,
she was devastated to realize she was out of breath and that her womanhood
was aroused
. No, she wasn't falling for him, it was just the excitement of
wining
money that had turned her on, she told herself.
The next day, they played in the casino and went for a walk along the strip. As they
walked,
they held hands.
''What do you feel?'' he asked as he
handed
her an ice cream.
''In what way?''
''About me. We've been holding hands for a while now.''
She thought for a minute. ''I like you. But you're still a blackmailer.''
''I like you too. I'm sorry. I regret what I did to you. It wasn't gentlemanly of me at all. You don't have to be my girlfriend anymore. I'll give you the money as a gift.'' It was a tactic that he hoped would work. If he politely rejected her, she would want him more,
and before
they had to go home open her legs for him.
''Oh.'' She didn't know what to say. When she thought about it, she was a little disappointed. She wanted to ask him if he didn't find her attractive or if she'd done something wrong. Why had he suddenly decided to tell her she didn't have to be his girlfriend? ''I'd prefer to carry on as we agreed,'' she said.
''Well, I'm
really
sorry I've changed my mind. I'll write you a check when we get to Sandpoint. I'm so sorry to mess you around. I won't do it again.''
He handed her an ice cream which she didn't want now. He'd rejected her just as she was warming to him. Didn't he know it sometimes took a
girl a
while to develop her feelings?
They walked further along the street. Tonya's mind was working overtime. Why had he stopped? Was she so bad? Was she falling for him? Then she heard her say something that shocked her to the core.
''Sex for all the money.''
He stopped. ''What?''
''I will fuck
you
if you pay off all the debt.''
She was a clever
minx
, he, though. She'd fallen for his withdrawal
technique,
but she had, at least, put her
own
conditions to it.
''Okay. When?''
''Tonight.''
''No, I want to fly home. I want you in your
own
bed, in your house.''
''Marcus, that's impossible. My mom.''
''We'll find a way. But I want you in your bed, not in some seedy hotel bed.''
''What about your place?''
''No, your bed.''
Another twist, she thought. Why did he want her in her bed? Was it some
kind of
weird fetish or did he think she would be more comfortable at home?
*****
Marcus had told Tonya to
tell
him when her mother went to the hospital. Hospital appointments were usually lengthy
affairs,
and it would give them more time together.
All Tonya could think about was eighty thousand dollars. She'd invent some story or other for her mother to believe when she found out they weren't poor
any more
.
''She's got an appointment next week Wednesday. She'll be out all day,'' Tonya whispered as Marcus was leaving the reception area.
''Another week? It's driving me wild,'' he said.
''You'll just have to wait.''
Tonya knew that she'd reversed all her principles. Now she was going to be the best-paid hooker in the world, but just for one day. And it wasn't
really
prostitution. It was a friend giving her a present in exchange for a favor. Tonya didn't manage to convince herself, though.
Wednesday
came,
and Tonya waved her mom off in the taxi. She went upstairs and changed into her best lingerie.
She
put on a gown and went downstairs to wait for Marcus.
Funnily enough,
she wasn't nervous. The more she'd
though
about it, the more she'd wanted to do it. He was very
handsome,
and he was going to pay her a vast amount.
As she expected, he wasn't late. When she heard his car pull
up,
she got up and watched him walking towards the door. Before he had time to knock, she opened the door. What he saw, took his breath away. She was
perfectly
made up, and the gown she had on was open, showing him all the treats she had waiting for him.
''Wow. You look fantastic,'' he said.
''Come in. Let's do it,'' she said enthusiastically.
As she led him
upstairs,
he watched her behind sway to and fro. At the door, she turned around and pulled him to her.
''When we
are finished
, please respect me. Don't go telling anyone at work.''
''I have a confession to make to you,'' he said. ''I haven't been fair
with
you. '' Tonya was listening intently. ''All this has been a game to me. Its' not the first time I've done this, I'm ashamed to say. I have paid debts off for other women in the past in return for sexual pleasure.'' He looked at Tonya for a reaction, but there was none. ''But I didn't reckon on falling for you. Tonya, I'm
really
not playing around now. Here's a check for the money. I'm going to go.'' He handed her a check for eighty thousand dollars.
She watched him turn around and take the stairs. When he was half way down, she shouted after him. ''And what about me? What about my feelings?''
''You've got the money,'' he replied.
''What if I have fallen for you as well? I was looking forward to today and not only because of the money.''
He looked back up at her. She let the gown slip to the floor and took the pose of a model in a lingerie shoot. He smiled and began to climb the stairs again.
''Then we're on the same wavelength at last,'' he said.
''Yes. It has taken me a while. But I still don't like your blackmail tricks.''
''I'm sorry. It as
bachelors
game for rich men. I'm sorry. I want you
Tonya,
and I won't fool around
any more
.''
''Then here is my bedroom,'' she said opening the door.
He looked inside and smiled. ''Cute, so girly.''
There was a double bed with a pink duvet and several bears on the dressing table. On the walls, pictures of boys that he guessed had been there for a few years.
''Kiss me,'' she said. He stood close to her and put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face to his. She caught the same scent that so turned her on when she'd visited his consulting room. A mix of him and some expensive shower gel. When his
lips
crushed
onto hers, she closed her eyes and felt his tongue looking for her. She ran a hand over his face and loved the coarseness of his chin.
''I can feel you want me,'' she whispered. ''Shall I help you a little?'' He groaned at the thought and watched as she lowered the zipper on his pants. As she did, her
breasts wobbled
in her half bra. When she put her hand inside his pants, she loved the warmth and the scent that escaped from them. His masculinity played in her nostrils, encouraging her to pull his penis out and look at it. Before she began
to stroke
him, she felt how long and smooth he was. She marveled at the pre-come on his tip, and the tightness of his balls as she massaged them. When she took him in her
mouth,
she felt a gush between her legs as her excitement raised to a higher plane.
As she sucked his penis, he massaged her shoulders and felt the weight of her breasts. She loved the feel of him in her mouth and the power she now had over him. His pleasure was in her
hands,
and it made her as horny as hell. When she felt his penis
jerk,
she cupped his balls encouraging him, but he wanted more than a blowjob. He wanted to screw her and screw her until she came multiple times. He pushed her away and pulled her to her feet.
''God that was
nice
, you're so soft. I love it,'' he whispered as he placed tiny kisses on her neck. She threw her head back allowing him to kiss her more, then moaned as she felt his hands rubbing over her panties.
''I want to taste you,' he whispered. He pushed her onto the bed and opened her legs. He soon removed her
panties
and looked down at the blonde hairs above her vulva, and the tiny droplets of her excitement. When she felt his coarse tongue on her narrow opening, her body jerked. He held her hips steady and began to lick her with such precision she soon began to shake and moan. She reached out and stroked his hair as her legs splayed wider for him. Soon she closed her fists in his hair and bellowed a few obscenities as a surge erupted
from her
womanhood and took her breath away.
He stood up and took his clothes off. She watched. His body was long and slender and his muscles well defined. His penis stood erect making a contrast to the angular nature of his appearance.
''You are so hot Tonya.
Do you know that?''
She shrugged her shoulders and pulled her breasts from her bra. ''Suck on these when you screw me. I love having my nipples sucked.
When he entered her, he lowered his head and did as she asked. As soon as his mouth touched her, her hips began to
buck,
and her breathing became labored.
His body felt marvelous on her.
Hard
and hairy, he was coarse and smooth at the same time. The feeling of his shaft parting her was
overbearing,
and she soon cried out another orgasm.
When she came back down, he flipped her on her belly and entered her from behind. He reached under her and began to play with her clit. For Tonya, there was no better feeling than being taken from behind. She came again, this time, less noisily but more deeply.
She felt the hair on his legs rubbing against her hips as he straddled her, thrusting his length between her buttocks into her womanhood. The sight of her hips and long slender back was too much for
him,
and he pumped faster. He held her buttocks and pressed her down as he showed her no mercy. She was screaming at the force of his
trusts
, his thighs slapping against her buttocks sending vibrations to her clit.
Tonya buried her head in the pillow and screamed more. When she felt his penis
twitch,
she reached between her legs and
stoked
her fingernails gently over his balls. He groaned her name as he stayed still and emptied himself into her.
Afterward, they lay entwined in each other, basking in the warmth of the sex they had just so wonderfully shared.
''I like you so much Tonya. Will you be my proper girlfriend now?
''If you don't blackmail me
any more
, yes. And I'll be watching you, so no more bullshit.''
*****
Tonya and Marcus got married on the day Tonya's mom got the all clear. Never again did they want for money. Tonya completed her management course and ran Marcus’ business enterprise. Tonya had trouble conceiving but after IVF, she and Marcus became proud parents of a little boy called Jake.
*****
THE END
''
Mr.
President, ladies and gentlemen,'' the Russian Ambassador to the United States began. ''I am honored to welcome you to the Russian Embassy this evening.” The Ambassador glanced at his most special guests. “I am particularly pleased to be able to welcome you,
Mr.
President and your lovely daughter, Octavia.''
The President of the US, Daniel Wahlberg, nodded in recognition as the Ambassador continued. ''I am very grateful to you for your support in the initiative our two great countries have embarked upon together. As you all know, terrorism is the number one threat to civilization in modern times. That is why, it is so important that we have managed to
agree on
terms to
set up the Russian - US Initiative to Prevent Nuclear Terrorism. Now I am sure you don't want to hear me talking all evening, so I would just like to say, I hope you enjoy yourselves this
evening
.''
The Ambassador climbed down from the podium in the Russian Embassy in Washington DC and gratefully accepted a glass of champagne from a waiter.
''
Mr.
President, as I said in my speech, thank you for attending this evening.''
''Not at all, it is a
magnificent
initiative
that
deserves my support. If a terrorist got hold of one of these
weapons,
it would be the greatest disaster that has ever befallen us.''
Daniel Wahlberg looked at the Ambassador. He didn't like or trust him, but the President was an experienced politician who made everyone feel they were his friend. Stanislav Kuklov was a big man. Probably six feet two and very broad. He had a round face with a scar down his right cheek. His eyes were particularly noticeable because they were gray or very faintly blue if one
was being
polite. Unlike the President, he had a full head of black
hair
and
sun-tanned
skin.
''
Mr.
President, may I introduce you to my son, Slava. He's over here on vacation.''
''It's nice to meet you, Slava,'' the President said, as he shook the young man's hand.
''The pleasure is mine, sir,'' Slava replied.
''Have you met my daughter, Octavia?'' he said looking at his
twenty-year-old
daughter.
''No sir, I have not. It is a pleasure to meet you too Octavia,'' Slava said as he lifted Octavia's hand and kissed it.
Octavia laughed at the manner of his
greeting;
she thought it
old-fashioned
but extremely quaint. ''I can see you are a perfect gentleman,'' she replied, referring to the hand kissing.
''Ah, where I am from, that is quite
normal
.''
''
Mr.
President, shall we leave these two young people to chat? I would like to talk to you about a matter that has been on my mind for some time.'' The President nodded and Slava and Octavia found themselves standing alone.
''If I may say so Octavia, you look quite stunning this evening. I have of course seen many photos of you in the press, but in real you are even more beautiful.''
Octavia
looked
at him before she replied. He was her age, around twenty, tall and
dark, like
his father.
Unlike his father, Slava was handsome.
She took an instant liking to his
relaxed
manner and blue eyes. When he smiled, it made her want to giggle, like a school girl.
''It's very kind of you to say so. Is it customary in Russia to comment on a ladies beauty so soon after meeting her?''
''If I have offended you, I apologize. It wasn't my intention to....''
''No, you didn't offend me. Your remarks made me feel
wonderful
. I only ask because it happens so rarely in the US.
Mostly
people are more interested in criticizing what I have chosen to wear.''
''I have seen your photo in many magazines and
newspapers,
and I can say, I have never seen you wearing anything I didn't like. It must be
tough
being the President's daughter. In the US you are akin to royalty,'' Slava said.
''It is not easy, you are right. But I am privileged, and that is something I mustn't take for granted. Most people in the world are less fortunate than
me,
and I mustn't forget it.''
''That is an interesting comment, one I have often used myself. However, I believe everyone has their problems, and just because they don't have worse problems than others, doesn't make it any easier.'' Octavia was impressed by his thought. He seemed different, someone who rationalized, unlike most people she knew who were uptight and always ready to criticize.
Slava knew it was impolite to stare, but
he
couldn't drag his eyes from her. He loved black
women,
and he'd read many times about the President's beautiful daughter, but he hadn't realized quite how lovely she was. She was almost as tall as him, which made her five feet ten, although he noticed she was wearing heels. Her hair
was combed
to one side with long curls hanging down to her shoulder. He had the urge to kiss her neck. It looked so elegant and fragile. She was wearing a satin evening
gown
and a diamond necklace with matching earrings. He didn't want to look down at her body in case she noticed and moved away to talk to somebody else, but unable to resist, he afforded himself a quick glimpse. He'd seen many pictures of her in various magazines, and what he'd liked most about her, was her beautiful shape. Her breasts looked
heavy
and inviting, and her hips and bottom were curved just as he liked. All the women back home in his social circle, were tall and slender, with little bust and no hips. He was bored by them. Octavia was a real woman with all the attributes he craved.
In fact,
he would never admit it, but whenever he'd seen her picture in a magazine or newspaper, he'd stare at it for as long as he could.
''So what do you do Slava? I mean for a living?''
''My father wants me to be a career politician or a diplomat like him. I am studying politics and economics at Moscow University.'' Octavia noticed how his expression had changed when he'd mentioned his father's expectations.
''Your father wants you to be a politician. Is that what you want as well?''
''No I want to sail,'' he said as his eyes lit up and his smile returned. ''I love yachts,
or, in fact,
any boat. Most of all I would like to sail around the world and design
breathtaking
yachts.''
''And why don't you do that?'' Octavia asked. ''Sorry, that was rude of me,'' she added quickly. ''I'm afraid I already know the answer. You see I'm in the same boat,'' she stopped at the unintended
pun,
and they both laughed. ''I mean my life seems to have a similar pattern. I'm studying law at Harvard. But I
really
just want to be a writer.''
''Really? What kind of things do you want to write?''
''Romance books. I love getting lost in silly
romances
. Please don't tell
anyone,
though. If it got out, the press would call me a lightweight.''
''I would never think you
a lightweight,
whatever you did,'' he said. He was mortified to feel himself blush.
Octavia
noticed,
and she leaned to him. ''That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you so much.''
*****
''Hi Slava. How are you?'' Octavia asked as he appeared on her laptop. He looked every bit as handsome as he'd been when they'd met just a few short days before.
''I'm well, how are you? I can see you perfectly. Skype is amazing isn't it?''
''Yes. Did you get back from the US okay?''
''It's a long way and a long
flight,
but I managed. I read some books and looked at a few magazines. You were in one of them.''
''Oh really? What was I doing?''
''You were interviewed about what it's like to be the daughter of the President of the US. It was interesting to read, especially now I have met you in person. I liked the photos too.''
''Was I standing in front of a Christmas tree?''
''Yes that's the one. Standing in front of a Christmas tree with a red hat on. A bit like one of Santa's helpers,'' Slava joked.
''Thanks,'' she replied ironically. There was a pause in the conversation and then they suddenly tried to tell each other the same thing. ''Sorry Slava you go first,'' she said.
''I just wanted to say what a lovely evening I had at the Russian Embassy with you.''
''I enjoyed it very much as well,'' Octavia said. She wasn't wearing any of her expensive jewelry as she sat in her room at Harvard, but Slava found her just as stunning.
''Octavia?'' he
said
as if he
were going
to ask her something of the utmost importance. '' What are you going to do when this semester ends in June?''
''I don't know, I guess my parents will have all sorts of tasks lined up for me. Why do you ask?''
''Because I wanted to invite you onto my boat for a few days.''
''Oh that would be fantastic,'' she said spontaneously. ''But hang on,'' she said suddenly realizing something, ''I don't know if my security will allow me to travel to Russia and get on a boat before they have checked it out thoroughly.''
''That's a good point. I didn't think of that. I suppose you have far more security than me, after
all
you are the President's daughter. I'm just the son of an Ambassador.''
''It's a
perfect
pain in the butt, all this bodyguard stuff. I can't move without someone watching me.''
''I tell you what, I'll charter a yacht in the
US,
and we will sail along the Eastern Seaboard. Your security will be able to follow at a discreet
distance,
and they'll be much more accommodating
of
the idea if you are in the US.''
''That would certainly help. Oh, I'll
really
look forward to that. Thank you for asking me. I took a
boring
exam
today,
and I'm not sure if I passed, so you have brightened up my day no end.''
''Who needs stupid
exams
. You can sit on the boat and write your first
novel
while I sail us around. That sounds idyllic doesn't it.''
''Yes it does. How cruel reality is.''
*****
Octavia stood on the quay at the New York Yacht
Club
and watched Slava carry her bags on deck. ''It looks like you chartered a floating palace,'' she commented.
''She's a
sixty-five
feet motor cruiser. Six bedrooms and more luxury than enough,'' he shouted as he walked up the gangplank. The harbor was full of expensive boats, but it seemed Slava had managed to get his hands on the largest of them. Octavia watched him. His legs were long and thin in his white jeans. He was wearing a blue shirt
that
made him look every bit the sailor. His
boar
shoes were navy with white souls.
''Why do women always need so many clothes,'' he asked as he came back for the final two bags. ''You're going to be wearing shorts most of the time or swimwear. But I hope you didn't forget your cocktail dress,'' he joked.
''I know it seems like a lot, but you never know who we will bump
into
when we put into
harbor
. I am
a terribly
important
woman don't forget,'' she jested.
''What makes you think we'll put into a harbor, maybe I'll turn into a horrible pirate and keep you hostage on the high seas.''
''I couldn't think of anything better,'' she quipped, ''but I think my bodyguard may have something to say about it.''
Slava looked at her and smiled. When she smiled back, there was a moment. A moment when they knew what was going to happen on the yacht and were looking forward to it.
''Has my bodyguard spoken to you?'' she asked.
''Yes, he's briefed me. We are to stay in US
waters,
and we're not to exceed twenty knots, so he can easily keep us in his sights.''
''Okay. Then when are we leaving?''
''As soon as I have put your
extensive
baggage into your
bunk
.''