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- Herausgeber: tredition
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
A student girl is looking for her sister. Anja plucks up all her courage and, as a fetish escort, accompanies the man Nathalie was so afraid of. He is a criminal in the sights of the police and intelligence services, and at the same time a dominant lover with a penchant for beautiful girls. On an adventurous journey to Asia and the Orient, Anja experiences a rollercoaster of emotions, pain and desire. A dark erotic thriller with a beautiful, courageous heroine and a mysterious Arab businessman who, with his dominance and erotic masculinity, takes the young German woman into a fascinating and dangerous world. He desires the girl, he uses her for his criminal business and he dominates her with sex and corporal punishment. But he admires and respects her as a self-confident, courageous, intelligent and educated young woman. And he keeps his promise and helps Anja find her sister.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Vanessa Silver
Undercover as fetish escort
Dangerously fascinating world of dominance
This novel is recommended for readers of legal age. The heroine goes through explicit erotic explicit erotic and BDSM scenes.
Plot and characters are fictitious. A resemblance with living or deceased persons is in no way intended and would be purely coincidental.
For Sonja. Thank you for your love.
Inhaltsverzeichnis
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Final Words from the Author
Copyright
Undercover as fetish escort
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
Prologue
Final Words from the Author
Copyright
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Prologue
Her pulse races as she steps out of the elevator on the 11th floor of Munich's luxury hotel. A Japanese couple looks after the attractive young woman in the short black cocktail dress, who studies the signposts with the room numbers for a second or two, strokes her long, dark brown hair and then floats away on her high heels into the corridor on the left.
Rather subconsciously, she discovers the surveillance camera on the ceiling while she is only a few meters away from room 1155, one of the sinfully expensive suites. Her high heels don't make any of the usual noises on the thick carpeting, yet there's a loud thudding in her head and her thoughts are racing: "Anja, you don't have to do this. You're about to cross the threshold not only to a strange hotel room, but to a world where you lose control. A world that can be dangerous and traumatic!"
She takes a deep breath in front of the suite. One last time she strokes her hair, raises her arm and knocks on the door behind which a strange man is waiting for her. A man who not only wants to have sex with her, but will pay her to let him beat her. A man whose outbursts of rage are notorious and who is the permanent focus of several investigative agencies. Probably also at this very moment.
A man for whom it is not clear whether an erotic role play will not get brutally out of hand. A criminal who nevertheless has the reputation of exerting a fascination on women. Who would not need to book a bed companion at an escort service for expensive money. No, he is all about fetish and in his dominant fantasy he probably has plans with her that none of his numerous affairs would let him get away with. Wealth and power back and forth.
When the door opens, she still puts on her sweetest smile. One of the strongest weapons of every woman, which she has mastered perfectly since her girlish days. At this moment, her fear is no longer visible. Slowly she enters the suite with the breathtaking view of the big city at night.
Chapter 1
"Hi, I am Anja! I'm glad to meet you!", she flutters, puts her arms around his neck and gives him a welcome kiss. She almost has to go on her toes, because despite her high heels, he is at least a head taller. As she does so, she pulls up one leg and his hands grab her buttocks. An observer would get the impression that she was Ibrahim's young girlfriend. It's a familiar-looking greeting that she's been advised to use at the escort agency. A gesture to break the ice and resolve a tense situation.
The man who has booked her for a whole night and is prepared to spend a small fortune on it does not return her smile. He examines her inquiringly, takes his hands off her buttocks and gestures for her to enter the living room of the surprisingly poorly lit suite.
There is an elegant desk in front of the large glass front. The living room also has a sofa set, a dining table and several dimmed floor lamps. To the left and right, she sees large sliding doors. Presumably this is where you enter the bedroom and bathroom, Anja thinks, wondering what will happen next. What fantasies he wants to satisfy with her. Ibrahim, the alleged clan boss around whom many legends entwine.
While looking at the skyline, she hears the sound of a sliding door: "Your bag!"The sharp commanding tone makes her turn around, startled. The voice belongs to another man who has just entered the room and is holding out his arm for her purse. He has the figure of a well-trained bouncer and looks at her in a less than friendly manner. No doubt, that was not a request, that was an order.
She hesitantly takes the bag from her shoulder and hands it to Ibrahim's henchman. The bodyguard, or whatever role he takes, grabs her purse, places it on the desk and reaches for a control device, like the ones used at the airport. He moves the device along the bag several times, during which a beep of varying intensity is heard. Then he puts the wand aside and dumps the contents of her bag on the desk.
"Hey, you don't rummage in a lady's bag!" Anja says, startled herself by her brash tone. The muscleman takes no notice, examining her makeup paraphernalia and her spare underwear. He opens her purse and looks at her IDs and credit cards. Finally, he examines her cell phone and puts it aside.
Then he discovers an inside pocket with a zipper and fingers out her apartment key and a small dictaphone, which he holds up questioningly in the direction of his boss. Anja's breath catches in her throat.
"What are you going to do with it?" Ibrahim has stepped close behind her and whispers the question in her ear. Emotionless, but still threatening.
"Why?", Anja turns to him and tries for a confident tone, "I thought we were on a romantic date! Is this an interrogation role play?"
Ibrahim continues to look at her insistently, without any discernible emotion. Then, in a flash, he takes a swing and gives her a resounding slap, causing her to stumble on her high heels. Tears shoot into her eyes and she reaches for her burning cheek.
"What are you going to do with it?", he repeats his question. The still emotionless tone of voice frightens her. "I needed it for university today!", she replies shyly, "I'm creating interviews for my bachelor thesis and recording them with it." Behind her, she hears the click of the recorder's buttons. She hears her own voice from the tape for a few seconds. Then another click.
"What are you studying?" Anja regains her composure, looks up at him, tries a smile and answers, "Political science. She reflexively runs her hand nervously through her hair and Ibrahim steps close to her again, puts his arms around her waist and grabs her butt again with both hands. Then he gives her a kiss on her aching cheek.
"Yussuf, give her back the bag. You keep the phone and the recorder for now!" Ibrahim switches to Arabic and gives his employee further instructions, which Anja does not understand. He then starts to put her things back into the bag and hands them to her without a word. He takes her smartphone and the dictaphone as instructed. While Anja reaches for her bag and puts it back on her shoulder, Ibrahim silently hands her an envelope - her escort fee for the night ahead.
She smiles with a twinkle in her eye and yet would have loved to run out of the suite. After a discreet glance at the envelope, she puts it in her handbag and gathers all her courage:
"And now? Do you want to keep playing interrogation or are we going to have a nice night?"
Chapter 2
For the first time that evening, Ibrahim smiles and points to the other door: "Next to the bedroom you'll find the bathroom, if you want to freshen up. Make yourself comfortable. I'll pour us something to drink and be right back. I have some plans for you tonight!"
Without waiting for their reaction, he turns to Yussuf, his muscle-bound guard. At a signal, he retreats to the adjoining room from which he had suddenly emerged.
Ibrahim reaches for a champagne bottle and pours Anja a glass. He leaves his glass empty, nods to her and follows Yussuf. Then he closes the sliding door behind him and Anja hears only quiet voices talking or discussing in Arabic. Anja suddenly feels her cheek burning again and a slight headache. She takes a hearty sip of champagne and decides to freshen up her makeup in the bathroom. Now there would be an opportunity to sneak away and quickly escape from the hotel. But she wasn't there for that. She had summoned up all her courage to come here tonight and would not give up prematurely.
Cautiously, she takes a look into the bedroom and then searches for the bathroom. To do so, she crosses the large room, which looks uninhabited. She lets her eyes wander left and right, but discovers neither personal items, let alone any fetish paraphernalia. The bathroom is huge and elegant, but looks equally unused.
Anja examines her red-tinted, swollen cheek in a large mirror. "Luckily it's not a black eye or a bruise!" She thinks to herself, redoes her eye makeup, conceals the consequences of the slap with powder and fixes her hair. It's been a long time since she received such a severe slap in the face, even though Anja had been slapped regularly in her youth. Ibrahim, her mysterious suitor for this night, seems to have experience and a firm handwriting.
In the mirror, Anja checks one last time the fit of her tight-fitting, elegant little dress, which emphasizes her feminine figure and would still be suitable for a business appointment. The agency had admonished her that her escort ladies were expected to have a distinct taste in fashion. Anja's gaze lingers on her shapely buttocks, which Ibrahim has already held in his hands twice. She suspects that her buttocks are in for some painful experiences tonight.
She takes another sip of champagne from her glass and saunters back toward the living room. Suddenly she stops and opens a large sliding door of the built-in closet. She is astonished to discover that instead of the expected men's suits, there is a whole row of elegant women's dresses, skirts, blouses and lingerie hanging in the closet. She carefully runs her hand over the delicate fabrics of the dresses when she suddenly feels breath and Ibrahim wraps his arms around her from behind.
"You'll need all that in the next few weeks," he whispers in her ear, "You came without luggage, after all, and I've just decided that I'm taking you with me on my next trip!" His tone sounds sober again, but determined. "Am I not being asked at all?", Anja protests laughing nervously and turns to him: "I'm only booked for tonight and I should be back at uni tomorrow!"
"That would disappoint me and you certainly don't want that!" His voice increases in sharpness: "I think I'll explain to you briefly how it works when I have a wish." Again he acts faster than Anja expects. He grabs her arm and pulls her with him to the bed. Gripping her wrist tightly, Ibrahim sits down on the hotel bed and puts her over his knee. Without further words he hits Anja's buttocks hard with his right hand.
Caught off guard and frightened by the pain of the first blows, she begins to make soft sounds of pain and writhes on his knees. Ibrahim then increases the frequency and intensity of the blows. Without another word, he spanks Anja's ass with all severity.
The fact that her delicate dress, pantyhose and silk briefs offer little protection from the beating is shown by her louder whining and the first tears running down her face.
Chapter 3
While she continues to lie over the knee of a strange man who is spanking her in his hotel suite with a strong hand like a little schoolgirl, and she painfully feels every blow, Anja tries to collect her thoughts.
"This spanking is not at all in keeping with the erotic fetish fantasies and BDSM role-playing games her agency has prepared her for," she wonders, "Surely an alleged womanizer and convicted criminal doesn't book an elegant fetish escort lady only to wordlessly put her over his knee and beat the living daylights out of her?"
Her butt is already burning like fire when Ibrahim suddenly stops and orders her to stand up. Slowly and with wobbly legs she gets up and holds her aching bottom while she stands intimidated in front of him. Ibrahim slowly rises and strokes her hair, "I hope you have learned this lesson. You will never contradict me again. I get my way. Do you understand that?" Again his voice sounds strangely controlled, yet threatening. Anja lowers her eyes and nods.
"If you think that this was a role play and belongs to our session, then you are wrong. We haven't even started yet and you'll pay nicely for the little spanking just now!" Anja looks at him in amazement and asks incredulously, "Pay?"
"You got 2400 euros from me for that night and your agency got their commission. That's more than 200 euros per hour. For a beginner who also tells us lies and walks in here with a recording device. And whom I have to teach manners first!"
Ibrahim looks at her urgently, then he begins to grin: "300 euros seem reasonable to me! What do you think, girl?"
"My name is Anja and I'm not going to pay you to abuse me!" Anja is startled by her brash tone.
"Now is the last chance for you to show your colors. If you stay here tonight, I have to be sure that I can trust you and that you are not a cop or something. Yussuf checks your details and talks to your agency boss Lydia. If you're not the little 24-year-old student who earns her living as a high-class whore on the side, then you'd better get out of here right away before I give the night with you to one of my people. It's paid for. And Yussuf is supposed to be rough in bed. Nothing for a small, delicate girl."
He now stands close to her again and puts his arms around her hips: "But I think you're hot. And I'm not so keen on sharing. If tomorrow morning I still feel like booking you as an escort for my next trip, then you can earn a lot of money. A lot!"
Anja wants to say something back when Ibrahim puts his finger on her lips: "Don't say anything you'll regret later. As soon as Yussuf has spoken to your boss, we'll go to the hotel restaurant for dinner. I'm hungry and the last few minutes have been quite physical work." Appropriately, his strong hands slide lower on her swollen buttocks: "But before we go to dinner, please get it for me. And make an effort!"
Anja hesitates, but he runs both hands into her hair, surrounds her head and gently pushes her onto her knees. In this position, her face is exactly level with the zipper of his suit pants.
"That's great, girl. You've got yourself into a great mess. You're about to experience your premiere as a prostitute!" She inwardly scolds herself and has the feeling of blushing with shame. She unzips his pants and frees his best piece. She feels his penis getting stiffer and bigger in her hands and Ibrahim gently pushes her head in his direction. She lets go, brushes her hair out of her face and begins the first paid blowjob of her life.
Your undercover mission, Anja thinks while she sucks the hot and wet penis with her mouth and expects the ejaculation every second, has started great. Spanked and whored.
Ibrahim grabs her head again and guides it at a rhythmic pace. Again and again his penis slides through her lips deeper into her mouth. And while she becomes the tool of his approaching climax on her knees in front of him, she sees more legs out of the corner of her eye. In fine pantyhose and pumps. You are no longer alone. A woman has joined you.
Anja's thoughts roll over, while Ibrahim leads her head back and forth more and more violently. When suddenly his warm cum pours into her mouth and she has to swallow to avoid gagging or choking, she hears the voice that belongs to the elegant ladies legs: "You'll have fun with the little one, Ibrahim. She is a beginner, but she told me that she was caned by her parents when she was a teenager. So she knows what pain means. And she apparently knows how to give blowjobs, too!", Anja hears her agency boss say.
Lydia Gruber made it a point to personally check on the first use of her new addition. "And please bring her back to me in one piece. I don't want another trouble like with Nathalie!"
When Anja hears the words, she freezes for a moment and fights back tears.
"Hey, what about you girl. Lick him clean!" Ibrahim hisses at Anja and then answers her boss: "No stress. I'll call you tomorrow to see if the girl has done her job well. And then I'll book her for the next few weeks. And you make sure that she doesn't bitch. About studying and stuff. I plan to take her on a trip. Let her be happy with how much money she makes there."
In the meantime, Anja has licked his penis clean and stowed it back in his pants. She gets over herself, puts on a seductive smile and slowly stands up, snuggling close to him. She feigns surprise when she makes eye contact with her boss and asks with a twinkle in her eye, "What are you doing here Lydia? Did he book you too?"
"I only convince myself that customers are satisfied with my girls. So make an effort! Then you will earn really well for your studies. And another tip, Anja, this customer is used to obedience. He can get very angry if girls like you provoke him or lie to him. Please be professional and do your escort job to his satisfaction. He is paying for you and we don't want him to get rough!??"
Chapter 4
With the admonishing words of her agency boss in her ear, Anja suspects that there is some truth in the legends about Ibrahim's notorious outbursts of rage and that some escort girls have already experienced this painfully on their own bodies.
Anja was aware that she had to expect the use of cane and riding crop during the self-chosen engagement as a fetish escort. And of course with more unusual sex wishes of the suitors. An erotic game with lust fantasies, with dominance and submission, even with pain and welts, she would accept as the price for her mission. But the thought of a raging Ibrahim scares her just as much as the threat of "lending" her to the muscleman Yussuf or even more of his rough associates.
"I am not a whore! I have to go through with this and I'll be careful!", she reassures herself: "I'm not a victim, but a tough, self-confident woman who decides by whom she can be fucked through or put over the knee!"
"How long do you need in the bathroom?" she hears Ibrahim call, knocking on the door. "Get undressed and come out. Now!" When she finally opens the bathroom door, she is completely undressed. Except for her silver necklace, other jewelry and her watch.
Ibrahim examines her from top to bottom and makes her turn around. Hesitantly, Anja complies, shamefully aware that her bottom is on fire, clearly swollen and glowing red. She quickly turns back to him and instinctively holds her hands in front of her pubic area.
"You are beautiful, girl! I love beautiful women. And I like your breasts and your ass. Before we get to know each other better tonight, you will accompany me to dinner now. Pick out a fancy dress from the closet. I want you to do me honor tonight. Your clothes and jewelry will stay here. Yussuf will check everything for microphones and cameras. I hear there are beautiful policewomen too. But they live dangerously with me if they want to fuck me!"
"I'm not a policewoman or an agent or anything! What are you afraid of? Are the police looking for you?" It slips out of Anja's mouth.
Ibrahim's gaze becomes hard: "I'm never afraid. I'm just careful. And you should be, too, with your smart mouth. You're lucky that I'm hungry now. Otherwise you could experience something on the spot. Now get dressed and make yourself pretty. You'll find matching jewelry in the closet safe. It's valuable and only on loan for now. Don't lose it!" Without giving her another glance, he leaves the bedroom.
While Anja is choosing a dress and, to her surprise, even finds matching shoes and underwear in her size in the closet, she hears loud but incomprehensible voices outside. Ibrahim sounds excited. Anja has barely put on her panties and bra and is just about to slip into noble strapless nylons when the door flies open and a young man, unknown to her so far, rushes in and blatantly examines her.
"Where are your things?", he asks with unpleasant arrogance that leaves no doubt that he thinks she is a slut: "My uncle says everything. Clothes, jewelry, all the things!"
"In the bathroom! And be careful. The dress and the underwear were expensive!", Anja hisses back and points towards the bathroom. She watches as the unknown young man, who is certainly no older than 18, puts her clothes and shoes in a basket and then approaches her with a transparent bag. Only now she notices that she still has her own jewelry and watch on and starts taking off her necklace, rings, earrings, bracelets and the watch and throwing them into the bag. At the same time, she tries to put on as lascivious a look as possible. Which nevertheless says abundantly clear: "Become a man first, before you undress me greedily with your eyes."
"My uncle is waiting. Hurry up. Or should he punish you again?" She hears him say on her way out and blushes again with shame. Why does the boy know about her spanking and has he been secretly watching? She would like to sink into the ground here and now. The whole mission was slowly taking on features that worried her.
As a self-confident girl, she dared to go on a fetish date with a dominant and unpredictable man. But as a young woman alone with more and more clan men in a hotel suite is a dangerous situation, which she had not foreseen so.
Anja hurries to get dressed, fixes her makeup and puts on some of the expensive-looking jewelry she had found earlier in a jewelry box in the closet safe. She applies perfume, checks her appearance one last time in the bathroom mirror and is satisfied.
As she enters the suite's living room, six eyes pattern her, proud, eager and contemptuous.
Yussuf's looks leave no doubt. Given the opportunity and permission, he would gladly pounce on her. The young man looks at her again dismissively and his eyes say: "Dirty whore!” Only the boss seems satisfied. Ibrahim nods at her and says, "Beautiful girl. You keep me waiting for a long time. I'm hungry!"
Chapter 5
"Welcome Mr. Bin Azir! It is an honor to have you visit us. Your table is ready", the restaurant manager himself has been waiting for the small group. Now, with a professional look, he scrutinizes the young, attractive company of the wealthy regular and strides ahead to a splendidly set round table by the window, which, with ample distance to the neighboring tables and rollable room dividers, almost promises the privacy of a séparé.
Ibrahim Bin Azir, a businessman and, according to the authorities of several countries, a criminal, tells Anja to take a seat next to him, with the help of the restaurant manager with the chair. Yussuf and the young man, presumably the grandson of her suitor, take seats opposite. Due to the size of the table designed for 8 guests, with a certain discretion distance. Nevertheless, Anja feels permanently observed, as Ibrahim strokes her hair and whispers in her ear: "Beautiful girl, the dress suits you. It's almost a pity that I will tear it off your body later. You make me hot!"
Anja smiles sheepishly.
"You've already met Mustafa?" he continues loudly, pointing at the young man: "My grandson. My sister's son. Very traditional. He's accompanying us for a few weeks before he goes to boarding school in England. I think he's still a virgin. Prefers reading the Koran to getting a girlfriend!" Ibrahim and Yussuf burst into loud laughter. Anja smiles and catches a long look from Mustafa. "My ass," she's convinced, "I'm sure the boy isn't thinking about the Koran right now while he's undressing me with his eyes. He desires and despises me, that much is clear."
"I'm going to the bathroom for a minute. Order for me with. I trust your taste!", she whispers in Ibrahim's ear and stands up when she feels his hand giving her a slap on the butt.
"Don't run away, beautiful girl!" he says, "I still have plans with you!" Again, he and Yussuf burst out laughing, while Anja looks around for a sign to the restrooms and tries her best to "float away" as ladylike as possible.
In her champagne-colored dress, which flatters her slender body, and the matching pumps, she strides through the half-empty hotel restaurant as if on a catwalk and feels numerous admiring glances. What she doesn't see is that Yussuf has also stood up and is following her at some distance.
The elegant and spacious ladies' room is not very busy. A young woman in jeans stands in front of the mirror and applies mascara, while Anja also stops in front of a sink, takes a long look at herself in the mirror and then fingers in her handbag for the lipstick. She likes what she sees. And since her teenage days, she has known the impression she makes with her beauty. Her delicate, girlish features, shiny long hair and a flawless, slim body with lightly tanned, silky skin, fit the ideal of beauty and are a gift. In addition, she is intelligent and a good student. And recently a noble whore. The price for her mission.
She puts down the lipstick, breathes deeply and feels the salty taste of Ibrahim's sperm in her mouth. As if she could make the thought of it go away, she reaches for the powder compact and suddenly notices the young woman standing at the sink next to her.
"Go ahead and don't look at me!", whispers the unknown: "If someone comes in, ignore me!"
"What do you want from me?", Anja whispers back, befuddled, and in turn reaches for the mascara in her bag.
"We need to talk! As soon as possible. They are putting themselves in great danger! Call me when they are alone!"
Anja says nothing in reply and is apparently intensely busy with her eyelashes when the door to the ladies' room opens and Yussuf lets his eyes wander. He observes the two women and then calls sullenly, "Come. You're expected!"
Anja turns to Yussuf and is about to retort something defiant when the stranger in jeans hands her a compact. "Thank you very much for lending me this. That was nice of you!"
Anja reaches for the can in surprise, feels the sturdy paper underneath and quickly slips the powder and the business card into her handbag. While the woman pushes past him under Yussuf's critical gaze and leaves the ladies' room, Anja sprays a touch of perfume on her hair, carefully closes the inside zipper of her handbag and approaches the exit.
"Ladies only, sorry!" she throws at Yussuf's head and strides purposefully back to the table, which is now generously covered with hors d'oeuvres. At her place, she discovers a glass of champagne. In front of Ibrahim is a glass of water. She leans down, gives her suitor a kiss on the cheek and says, "Your Yussuf will be here soon, he's still in the ladies' room!".
Ibrahim's look is tantamount to another slap and he roughly grabs her wrist, "Don't keep me waiting, girl!"
The same monotone but insistent voice.
Chapter 6
Anja pulls herself together to fulfill the expectations of the qualities of an escort lady advertised by her agency. She keeps thinking about the mysterious encounter in the ladies' room while she is the charming, eloquent dinner companion, giving Ibrahim a seductive smile and occasionally reaching for his hand. The other guests in the restaurant are likely to take her for a young girlfriend and admire him for it.
The meal is opulent and delicate. After scallops and champagne, the taste of Ibrahim's sperm is forgotten and Anja notices that the alcohol goes a little to her head. She tries to drink plenty of water in between and notices again that the man next to her does not touch his filled wine glass.
