Oh yeah. I love watching my boy go to town. He can fuck any bitch senseless, fill her up, and jump on the next one without breaking a sweat. Of course, when he and I fuck, we can go for hours. Given those special rings he made, it's easy.
Oh, let me introduce myself. I'm Roxie Ray.
Yes, that Roxie Ray. The Porn Queen, co-owner of Ray Studios, agent to the hottest strippers and porn actresses and actors in the market, and wife to White Boy Ray, who is the Porn King.
Nice view huh? The most expensive suite in the casino, filled with top shelf wine and liquor, and of course some of the best drugs on the planet. In our business, it's easy to get the good stuff, and my boy Ray made sure his Roxie was well taken care of for this evening. Well, morning now, I can see the sun coming up.
We've just been married at that sleazy Vegas Chapel you see on all the TV shows. I got to wear a white dress, and Ray and I laughed at that. Went commando of course so we could fuck in the limo on the way over to our hotel.
And once we got to our room, we fucked.
And fucked, and fucked, and fucked some more. Of course, we had some friends with us. Ray bought along 4 of our newest strippers to really break in, and our good friend Down Dog to keep me happy while Ray did his thing. DD is a nice guy, good friend and solid fuck, but he is nowhere near the fuck my hubby is. He lasted until about 3, and now he's over on the couch snoring away. 3 of the fresh bitches are already fucked senseless and my boy will finish this last one in a bit. Then I'm gonna have him come over and fuck me against this window while the sun comes up.
Yeah, life is fucking good.
I heard my boy talking to you about what happened at the reception, telling the story. He's been dying to tell it to someone and lucky you. But the thing is that you only got half of it. Ray is a fucking stud, and he's wicked smart. But when it comes to sneaky, no one beats Roxie. Ray didn't just "find his way" down this path. He was helped along, sometimes led, sometimes pushed, but always guided.
He may have said it to you already, but what Roxie wants, Roxie gets.
And Roxie wanted White Boy Ray.
So, what happened? How did we hook up and become THE hottest adult entertainment couple on the planet?
Well, to be honest, I couldn't tell you when I first met Ray. He was just another john for me at the time. I do know we met at "The Midnight Gentleman's Club" because Ray mentioned it later. It was just a regular hook up, nothing indicating what was coming later on.
So back then, I was in the hobby. I had been a stripper but had moved out of that gig after several years into escorting. I was independent, didn't trust any pimps, and for a while I was doing nice. I had plenty of customers, I was making some solid money, and was doing some cam work on the side. That got me into some minor porn, the short clips you find on the net kind of shit. Met plenty of players and had some fun.
And I was naturally hot. I know I'm smoking hot sexy now, but I was a solid bitch even then. Had a nice phat ass, and natural CCC cup titties. Chocolate skin, dark black hair, and natural puffy lips. Yeah, I was a fucking Nubian queen even then.
In my late twenties I realized that hot as I was, unless I hooked up for real with a rich man or at least someone who was successful I was going to be in trouble. I had no college, no job prospects, and time marches on. I was going to lose my looks eventually, and if I was too big a partier I would lose them sooner.
I was the kind of woman who always was watching. I saw what happened to the older hobbyists and strippers and it wasn't nice. The smart ones were using the money to finance school or were sinking their claws into guys who could afford them (although that was problematic, lust isn't love and I saw it backfire badly a couple of times).
After doing some research, I started being smarter with my money. Investing it and shit like that. It helped that I had some customers who were into financial stuff and could give me advice (and some hot tips that paid off). I also ditched the expensive apartments and lifestyle, and moved into a nice place that wasn't crazy expensive. I found it was smarter to let my money work for me and have my various customers support my shopping habits. I was able to get into nursing school, and I was doing pretty well in it. I figured it would be a solid backup when the day came I was no longer a hottie.
Then I met Ray. I can tell you what happened, even though I don't remember it specifically. He was at the club, he was drinking and looking out of place as hell and had some money he was flashing. I could see none of the dancers were doing it for him and I moved in. He was easy prey. I got him drunk while we made small talk (I do remember some shit about him being a machinist, making stuff for other folks), talked him into coming back to my place, and we fucked. Just like a bunch of other losers before him.
He passed out, and in the morning, I showed him the door, dumped his ass in a cab, and counted my money. Fuck, I do remember how he looked that morning. Such a fucking loser, drunk, covered in piss and cum, he even pissed the bed. He couldn't look me in the eyes as he left. But I gave him a nice kiss and gave him my Instagram and told him to keep in touch. Hell, I even had copied his driver's license in case I needed his info later on.
Hey, a girl's got to be careful.
So, about a couple weeks later, he pinged me again for a short visit. He showed up, we fucked, and he paid and left. Back then, Ray was the perfect customer. He was married so he was working hard to be very discreet. He paid cash because you can track Credit Cards. And he was hit by a lot of guilt, so at first he didn't bother me with all kinds of texts and shit. And he got into the habit with me so I could count on him as a regular.
Initially I could tell he was nervous his wife would find out. I knew he was married; he had let it slip when he was drunk. And like all new hobbyists who play without their significant others knowing, he was scared shitless he would get caught. Like his wife had a tracker on his ass or something. Fucking loser, it's so easy to sneak around but those guys are always worried and Ray did.
He got into it and was soon texting me, or sexting anyway. You get that a lot, guys who think there is a real connection versus the reality that it is just business. That's how you can tell you have a good customer, someone who is that into you. And it's easy to keep them happy, just a little heart emoji, or a short response. Hell, Ray would tell me he'd be checking his phone every ten minutes sometimes to see if I had replied.
Ray was definitely thinking with his dick when it came to me. And that is perfect, if you are thinking with your cock, it's so easy to control and manipulate you. I had Ray buying me all sorts of stuff and had him paying through the nose for my time.
Don't give me that look. It's business. Ray was a customer. And my job was to take him for every cent I could while making him enjoy it. And Ray was a good customer in many ways. He was regular, he always paid cash and tipped, he got me some gifts, and best of all he was safe.
You meet a lot of bad folks in the hobby and you learn real quick who to avoid and who you really want to keep happy and coming back. Middle-Class, married guys are perfect. They always pay, they always keep it very quiet, and they never do anything stupid because the wife might find out. Sure, some fucking millionaire is fun (and I've had some fun weekends with a couple), but to them you are just one of many and mean nothing. All that Nicole Simpson shit? Pure fucking luck. She's about the only one that ever pulled that shit off.
Ray was all that.
