It's a man's world

For some odd reason it is very easy for me to remind myself who I truly am every morning. I was born into a very wealthy family but for all the wrong reasons, my father was the best drug dealer in L.A. and my mother was the one woman he managed to keep, my life was all a game; always acting like I actually wanted all of the shit that I was going thru to the point I actually loved living my life as a game. I like to remind myself that this is all a game and that I can't always control it even though I think I can.

I really didn't want to deal with drugs so went for a different kind of ecstasy, the one you can only get in the most intense and most wild way... sex. Today I'm going to see Thomas, a young politician who clearly doesnt give a shit about anything, I don't like dealing with politicians because of my past but who could deny such a good offer? it feels really kinky to get so hot with someone who acts so cold.

As usual he was waiting for me at his favorite hotel but this time he was very stressed and he seemed tense so I started to slowly seduce him thinking that he needed to relax a bit but the next thing I know he grabbed me and threw me to the bed saying that he wanted to fuck like never before, he ripped my dress off and he ripped off my lingerie like he had been waiting for that moment for months, he then started to fuck me, I had never felt so much power inside my body, he continued to grab my body like never before calling me his "little whore" and I enjoyed every thrust and every lick like it was my last. Once he calmed down he told me he wanted it doggie style, I remember every time he smacked my ass and how he loved it, how he would run his fingers thru my hair and then he would pull it as he penetrated deeper and deeper. The moment he climaxed I felt like a queen but he didnt want to stop there, finally he wanted to give me oral, he said he wanted to see my face while I orgasmed. He rubbed my clit like no one else, lick by lick it felt like I was getting closer to heaven once i orgasmed it felt like waves of pleasure were crashing on my entire body.

Who knew my business would be my pleasure?

Later that day I decided to go home because I was exhausted and the next day I had two appointments so I needed to rest as much as I could. As usual I checked my mail but I found it odd to find a red envelope , for some reason I thought it was an invitation or that a client found out where I lived. Just for safety I decided to open it inside the house and just when I enter my dinning room I find Joe Scott, a British politician who used to be my client a few years ago, it surprised me to see him again, he always acted so mysterious but never like this.

He just kissed me on the cheek and told me to read the letter inside and just before he was going to close the door he told me "you won't regret it" and after 2 hours of reading all the terms and the whole explanation of the documents I basically no choice but to accept the offer I was given.

Overall it said that if I wanted to live I had to become his wife and stand to be part of England's government. I had no choice but to call him and make the arrangements, by the next week we got "married" and I moved to England with him. I had to sell a love story all while trying to not think about everything is was leaving.

The night we arrived to London it seemed as if he wanted me to feel like I actually belonged there, he treated me with the best luxuries and have me everything I asked for. Obviously we ended up having sex but I just saw him as another client.

A client I couldn't escape.

By sunrise I was getting ready to go to a meeting which it was quite unfamiliar for me considering that I avoided having to meet people outside my "working hours" or what I liked calling my sessions. For the first time in my adult life I presented myself to a stranger with my real name, Evangeline Rieu, it felt different, I felt like I could be honest about something for the first time but I knew I had to be careful because I was meeting politicians that could easily start questioning where I came from.

It was odd because I could share much about myself with these people. I knew about their lifestyle because I had it growing up but I couldn't speak much about my family vacations because I knew that in the end a vacation for my father was just a way to hide his work from us, maybe to give us a sense of normality.

By sunset I was tired of everything that was going on and just when I thought matters couldn't get much more complicated I get told that I would have to work for them in order to fit in with my new life.