"By way of deception, thou shalt do war."
You can call me Lubna, I'm pretty straight forward in terms of my background. Born of a forbidden romance between a Lebanese Maronite Christian Phalange commander and Shi'ite daughter of a senior Amal activist and politician. I was born into shame, secrecy and war. Being the fruit of such a union makes me a dark figure, uneasy personality, a figure of intrigue and one who inhabits the dark corners of civilisation. I'm a survivor, I'm tough and I'm intelligent. I play with words the way men play with their cocks, I use the truth the way men dishonestly use women and morality is a game to me. I have few sexual inhibitions, I love one thing in life and that is power, fucking and collecting information are the means to power.
You're looking at a girl who keeps a copy of Niccolo Machiavelli's The Prince and Sun Tzu's the Art of War on her bedside table. I find both books intensely erotic and a guidebook to what I must do. An escort in Paris, a beautiful Lebanese immigrant everyone wants to fuck, getting information is easy for me. I have dirty secrets on everyone, I'm regularly sought after by various Western and Eastern intelligence agencies and organized crime rackets. I have no lasting alliances, just temporary interests.
Want to know about advance North Korean warheads? No problem, I've got North Korean officials, spies and soldiers on tap. I play the Iranians off against the Israelis and vice versa, computer viruses, missile positions, defecators, you name it. The son of a Yemeni Cleric wanted by the CIA, I've been seeing him for a few months, got locations of his father and a few weeks later he's killed in a drone strike. Different Lebanese factions use me, the Syrians, the Russians and many others. My advance knowledge of poisons, guns, weapons and martial arts like Krav Maga, make me a dangerous woman, but don't worry, my proficiency in ballet, pole-dancing and my vast sexual experience makes me entertaining too. I cook well and can play piano and a few other musical instruments.
There's me sitting next to a German businessman in a strip-club, I take a 100 euros out of his hand and place it between my teeth. I leave our private booth and crawl onto stage, I get close to the pole-dancer and I pull her panties open and insert the money and close her panties again. I crawl of stage. The businessman goes wild and knows he made the right choice in hiring me. Drinking champagne, ogling at naked women and throwing money around. Little does he know or suspect that I plan to steal some of the pass codes for his company's software, who are developing special security software for big banks. He pays well, but the Russian mafia pay better, it's nothing personal.
We head for his hotel room and I need to get him unconscious, I have a plan, I have brought with me a bottle of fine scotch. This is no ordinary scotch, it's got a special liquidised drug in it, which is incredibly powerful and will knock him senselessly unconscious. The only trouble is that it takes time to work, if I wish to speed up the process I need to stimulate him and get his blood flowing at a certain speed. I pour the scotch into glasses with ice cubes and we both say, "Cheers," and we tap our glasses together. Quite ironic really, tapping glasses together was a tactic invented in medieval Europe, both participates would tap their glass against the others and allow their drink to spill into the other persons drink. It was an anti-poison insurance policy to do this, as spiking drinks was pretty common back then and by doing the cheers, was you affirming that you had not spiked their drink.
He starts drinking and I suck out the ice cube and I give him a naughty girl smile with a naughty girl twinkle in my eye. I keep the ice cube in my mouth and I unzip his pants and pull down his underwear. Luckily for me his penis is small, I move my head towards his penis and push it into my mouth. Using my tongue I push the ice cube up against his penis and rub it in. He groans and moves his head back and his eyes roll back too. I suck down on his penis hard and really rub the ice cube in until it completely dissolves. He cries out with joy and screams his heart out with lustful passion. His penis goes red, but appears to be getter harder and grows in my mouth.
My tongue licks around different parts of his penis and I really work my saliva in. From time to time I eject his cock from my mouth to breathe and re-gain composure, and every time I eject, it becomes evident that I have illuminated his penis with my saliva. He also seems to be dozy, the spike is working, all I need to do is blow a little harder and then he'll be knocked out cold for 12 hours. I now take him like an animal, I push his cock pass my mouth and into my throat and create an Adam's apple like lump. He manages up enough strength to look down at me and smile. I suck and swallow.
Suddenly, his body starts shaking violently and I spit him out of my mouth and his eyes have rolled back in his head. Shit- he is having an allergic reaction to the knock out drug-he must have a heart condition. I quickly push him onto the bed and run towards my bag and open it, I always carry medicines to neutralise any knock drug I use. I apply the medication to a glass of scotch and force him to drink it. He quickly recovers and then falls asleep; he'll still be out for 12 hours. I get to work, I open his laptop and surprisingly it's not password protected. I have a field day sifting through his files. I take the USB provided to me by the Russian Mafia and copy the necessary files. Once this is done, I pack up and leave for a while.
I run down to the lobby of the hotel, where my contact with the Russian Mafia is waiting for me and we make the exchange and I take my money. I have a few hours to kill and go to the hotel bar and order a really large drink. While there I get talking to the off duty bell boy, he's quite hot, a tall and strong Hungarian guy. We make small talk, but I am not interested in small talk and I tell him, "Listen, you've got a spare 30 minutes. Let's go to the bathroom and you can take me. Let's go, let's go now!"
I garb his hand and lead him into the bathroom. I bend over the sink and the bell boy stands behind me and he looks nervous, "Wait, shouldn't we put an out of order sign on the bathroom door? What if someone walks in?" He says.
"That's okay, let them watch. I am probably better than their wives of girlfriends anyway, just watching me in enough." I respond.
"Dirty girl," he responds, but that doesn't stop him from doing what he wants to do. He pulls my panties down and kisses my butt. He kisses from above the line and down through the line, he then opens my cheeks and starts licking my anus. I feel his tongue penetrating my anus with intensity and its then that I know what a pervert he is. I have to cringe my face as he penetrates me with that tongue, but surprisingly, he's quite gentle and considerate down there, I wish more perverts were like that.
While in anal conversation, a middle aged man walks in on us and at first looks startled, but then looks happy and excited and stands there watching us. The bell boy gets through licking me out and stands upright and rubs his penis onto my butt cheeks. His penis is very large and he takes a moment to admire my behind. He then inserts his manhood into my anus and starts pounding away, his balls are violently clipping my butt cheeks turning them red. The third man who is watching us just cries out, "Bravo, take her my boy, bravo."
He's defiantly a stud, very noble and strong. He screams and cries and I groan and egg him on, I tease him and taunt him. My teases serve as an accelerant and he speeds the pounding me. I feel cum dripping out of his cock and then within seconds a flood of cum fills my anus, it becomes very warm and I know what has just happened. He withdraws and I grab some tissues and try to clean myself up, I head back to my clients room and take a shower. I head back down and go back to the bar and have more drinks, the bar is playing Michael Jackson's song Dirty Diana and I toast the song, which perfectly suits me.
I head back up to the German businessman's room in the morning and I get undressed and climb into bed with him. I wait and he wakes up, he's dazed and confused and has no idea what has just happened and so I take this moment to suggest to him that we had ferocious sex. The first few seconds of him waking up, makes him suggestible and he takes my word for it and looks very pleased. Later he will fill in the blanks from the night before with images of what he thinks could have happened, I leave his dirty little imagination to come up with things. He pays me and I leave.
"If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle." Sun Tzu- Art of War
Doing research on potential clients is very important, as an escort, I get to pick my clients and that way I am never surprised or almost never. A white South African client caught me off guard and nearly made mince meat of me. I went to his apartment and he grabbed me and held a knife to my throat. I didn't know this enemy and it nearly cost me my life. He had his arm across my throat and I did what I had to do. I bit into his arm hard and fast and when he was screaming, he moved the knife away from my throat and I hit the knife out of his hand. I then turned and kneed him in the testicles and while he was bent over, I applied pressure to the nerve areas in the neck, which knocked him out cold. I then left.
Still I did not ignore Sun Tzu completely, "Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak." And, "The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting." I did both of these things.
Other than that, it was a fairly typical week for me. A group of French businessmen hired me for a latex dominatrix session, we were role playing and my job was to beat them and force them into submission. The group sat in their seats and tried to act tough, but I would strut around them and begin my dominance. Using whips, chains, toys and various forms of restrains, I rounded them up and got them lying down on the floor and I walked over their bodies in my leather high heel boots. I would randomly quote Niccolo Machiavelli as I did so.
"Slave, everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are." I would stamp on their penises, attach dog leashes around them and get them to lick my boots. I jumped on one of the guys back and rode him like a horse while repeating, "it is much safer to be feared than loved because..love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails. Do you slaves fear or love me?"
The season ended with penal torture, I would apply a penal restraint and one penis opted to be poked with a needle. You can image how he walked after that.
A few weeks later and I ran into real trouble. I was at an art exhibition and I was admiring the contemporary art of Paris, when I brushed into Walid Atallah, who was an acutance from Lebanon and one who I have had my share of run-ins with, but we both have fucked before too, it's complicated. Walid is Druze and a politician in Walid Jumblatt's Progressive Socialist Party, but he's also in a secret militia and has links to Israeli intelligence. We act pleased to see one another, but I am a little apprehensive, because our meetings are always fraught with danger.
