WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Fanny had been smoking and staring at the stripper with less attention. Recently he had imbibed the lifestyle of being in the company of escorts and strippers that he believed would cure his lovelorn and boredom. In one week time he would return to Opula; and he prayed to be around to witness his return. If actually Ruby meant his threat about the girl he raped and murdered some years ago, then he might risk jail, and possibly the hangman if found guilty in court. Things had thickened for him and he was on the verge of going tin for the crime he committed years ago; indeed his past was coming for him.

The stripper appeared before him, and bent to his ears, “Have you ever fucked a virgin stripper? I may not be a virgin literarily but I am as tight as the nostrils of a piglet.”

Fanny stared at her as she slid her lingerie to her ankle and tweaked her firm buttocks in his face. She gave him a lap dance, pushed her hand to his zipper and caught hold of his stiff penis. “Oh shit, you got a nice shaft,” she commended, and stroked his penis even further but gently. “I can make you scream in Greek if only you promise to use that shaft well. I am popular for my skillful blow job. Men come yearning for it. Count yourself fortunate to have a taste of my blow job.”

Fanny fought back his moan and only grinned as the stripper stroked his penis harder, and locked eyes with him. Fanny pushed her aside, and whispered, “Come to suite 189 I will be waiting there. I have marked you,” he said and stroked the dragon tattoo on her big firm buttocks. “The stripper with the dragon tattoo.”

He stood up and advanced to the elevator. Soon he was ascending the skyscraper, and keeping his gaze on the stripper. “I am going to shift your pussy,” he whispered within himself as he ascended the elevator. And while he ascended his hand was on his zipper as he tried to keep his erection strong and active until the appointed time with her.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

As he got into his suite, he lit a cigar and started smoking, looking at the door in great anticipation for the arrival of the stripper. Just then the stripper flounced in, made straight to him and hurriedly undressed him to reveal his black lingerie. He smoked while the stripper squatted to his penis, slid out her tongue and started giving him a head. He winced and gave her an encouraging push on the head as she took his entire shaft into her mouth and squeezed his buttocks. Like a tiger, he pulled her up. Kissed her furiously and lifted her to his shoulder, and threw her into the bed. He watched as she parted her slender legs, flashing her red well shaven vagina at him, rolling out her tongue and inviting him with a wave of her fingers.

As he crawled into the bed his erection built greatly, but regrettably his thought gave him pictures of Opula than the stripper; each time he looked at the stripper, he saw Opula, even snapping out of it was more difficult than he imagined. He was much closer to the stripper who was much busy with fingering her vagina and licking her fingers of it wetness.

He shut his eyes, shook his head to see if he could snap out of his infatuation but it kept recurring. Suddenly his anger sparked; “Get out!” he barked.

The stripper flinched to the edge of the bed, and watched as his countenance boiled greatly

“Out!” he barked yet further, pointing to the door.

Immediately the stripper rolled out of the bed and ran out of the suite like a bat from hell. Fanny slammed his fist into the bed radically, “No, no, no, Opula!” he wailed like a kid, and there was no stopping him.

Ziu Lee and his band of security were up in his private jet, returning home when all of a sudden, one of them, a tall well toned, muscular Japanese, man squatted in pain, with his hands on his stomach, his face grinning hugely as he whined in misery; soon he was throwing up blood.

“What is wrong with you?” one of them asked. “Help!” he yelled, when the victim spurted more blood.

They was a pandemonium as they gathered around the Japanese.

Ziu Lee who had been in his private cabin all along was called upon by one of his security. “Boss, boss we have an emergency. Xho is throwing up blood,” he reported and Ziu sprinted at once and followed him out of his cabin.

Ziu upon beholding the dying young Japanese, stooped to him in fear and anxiety. “Xho, Xho,” he called, shaking him to see if he could put virtue in him so he could utter at least a word, “what is wrong with you, Xho?”

Xho’s eyes rolled in utmost weakness, and his jaw trembled before sputum of blood surged through his lips and dropped on Ziu’s arm. He was already feeble and dying.

“Come on contact the emergency unit. Tell them we are coming in a jiffy.” commanded Ziu, still shaking Xho to keep him strong. “Pilot you should be landing by now. Xho mustn’t die.” His face went dead at once when he beheld Xho’s eyeballs rolling inwards while his infirm lips gaped.

Xho was dying.

Fanny had a mean stare while watching the strippers in the club, dancing and tweaking their buttocks in his face. He sprayed them wands of dollars and spanked their buttocks; it was then his phone buzzed.

“Hello,” he said once he picked.

“I am the one, boss; your look alike,” the voice said from the other end. “I have changed my mind now ready to take your place in the crime. I need the money.”

Fanny smiled…

Worst days called on.