I took a drag on my cigarette and blew smoke in her face
Monica looked up at me as I was counting the money. I took a drag on my cigarette and blew smoke in her face.
“I know, right?” I laughed. “Who would have thought you’d be worth so much money? Pasty little white girl like you. But that’s the Sheikh for you, he’s crazy about white cunt.”
I’d actually met Monica using online dating. Technology’s great. She had the same story as a dozen other girls I’d shipped off to the Sheikh. Grew up in a small town, Iowa or Nebraska or whatever. High School prom was over and now she was bored. The football player she’d dated in high school wasn’t good enough to be a football player in college and now, suddenly, her future prospects looked a lot less promising than they did when she was riding in a float during the old Homecoming parade.
Suddenly, I swoop in, on her Okcupid profile. Tall, rich, handsome stranger, who’d traveled to far off, exotic lands. These dumb sluts can’t wait to cheat on their boyfriends with me. I just flirt with them over messages a few times, make a quick phone call, so they can listen to my “deep, sexy voice,” then we meet up for our first “date.”
Then –Bam!!!! I’ve got ‘em drugged and in the trunk of my car before they know what hit them. By the time a girl wakes up, she’s naked, caged, gagged and on her way to the Sheikh’s palace.
My favorite part is the look they always give me. So hurt, so resentful. “I thought you were going to rescue me from my boring life,” they seem to say. “I thought you were going to sweep me off my feet and take me to a world of adventure and magic.”
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