Ladyboy Dubai Novels & Stories

Liam’s eyes were wide by the time Mia walked on stage, swaying her hips with a sort of confidence that he hadn’t seen before. “Here,” the coordinator said. “We have Lady M. She is a graduate of Medicine and Surgery. She had toured around the world, and has always had men at her disposal.” Mia couldn’t help but give the crowd a wide smile at the lies and unnecessary hype that the man was giving her. The men in the crowd were looking at her like she was a foreign meal that they couldn’t wait to try. “Now, the auction on Lady M can start.” “A hundred thousand,” somebody had said, and the crowd screamed. She was the first contestant getting such an amount.

“A representative from Veridian Futures. They want you as the face of a rising women-led innovation initiative. They’re offering partial acquisition of one of their eco-luxury hotels in Dubai and a seat on their advisory board.” “Why me?” “They think you’re ‘the future of redemptive capitalism.’ Their words.” I laughed, then looked at Illana who was reapplying her lip gloss in the reflection of my glass trophy case. “Is that before or after I personally ejected Ivy from my event?” “I think that helped,” Illana chimed in, grinning. “You looked like a queen. The crowd LOVED it.” “She snuck in through the back, by the way,” Tomas added, typing rapidly from the tech desk nearby. “Wore someone el

"I would like to be addressed as Sabrina and not Spicy. That girl is dead." "Right!" Lady B waved her hand dismissively, like my request was a minor inconvenience. "Well, Sabrina, we don't have information about who the culprit is, but I can assure you that whoever is behind this will be brought to justice and will lose their job here at Eden." She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with something that made my stomach turn. "But for the meantime, we want to know when you'll be coming back to work. The VIP requests have increased ever since the big reveal, and I think this will make you more money, and more money for the club too, of course."

THE BURJ AL ARAB – DUBAI ​The lobby of the Burj Al Arab was a masterpiece of architectural arrogance—a cathedral of gold leaf, vibrant azure carpets, and water features that defied the desert heat. Nathaniel King stepped through the revolving doors, his presence immediately commanding the attention of the staff. He wasn't the broken man who had been bedridden months ago; he was a silent storm in a bespoke charcoal suit.

she replied with a smile. “ Food date it is then" he pumped his fists in the air turning in the radio as 'Show Me' by the Nigerian artiste Joeboy played while they sang to the song on top of their voices. "Lady I dey call you to answer Baby me I want to pamper You today Gimme chance me I no go used you play Oh na na an Make our body join body tonight And I wan know if e dey possible (oh oh) I wanna put my hands on your waist

Someone in casual dazzling. “Did something happen, Lady?”

I hit the soundproof sensor for my office so no one would hear the conversation with my best friend “Hey bitch! How are you? I thought you were partying in Dubai?” “Oh! Girl! I am totally back; Dubai was so fun! So many hotties, in all different colors and sizes. I woke up wrapped around three of them” she says as she laughs, and I close my eyes with a smile shaking my head as I can pictures it. Damn! I need to have sex! “I was calling to remind you, it is Friday, and I am back in town, so that means, a weekend of you, me, and any VIP nightclub filled with fuckable men that the big apple has to offer”

I was remembering all these things on the flight to LAX. I was replaying them all in my head as I got my bag from the luggage claim and hailed a taxi outside. And I was trembling with fear… and maybe something else… when the cabbie dropped me off outside of the hotel. It was a new place. Fancy shmancy. Called the Dubai. It looked like a fitting place for rock stars. Lamborghinis and Porsches out front… red velvet carpet… valets in white suits… a cavernous lobby of black and white marble trimmed with gold, trying hard to look like a fever dream out of 1001 Arabian Nights.

As someone who had struggled to save every possible penny her whole life, this felt like a different world. Kyra felt a little guilty to admit that she kind of liked it. "Lady and gentleman," Ali Ahmed said, stepping in front of them and sweeping his hands to either side like a tour guide. "Welcome to Dubai. I'll take you on a quick tour of the palace while Mohammed brings your bags to your rooms. Then I'll let you both get settled in." "Sir," Mohammed said, trotting to keep up. Ali Ahmed waved him off. "I'm home, Mohammed. You don't have to shadow me here."

Dubai, Six Days Later The moment Jason stepped back into the marble lobby of his Dubai penthouse complex, it felt like walking into a glass box—beautiful, expensive, suffocating. He’d traded the thick, memory-laden air of Dallas for sterile desert heat. But his mind was still spinning in Fedora’s perfume, her kiss burned into the taste buds of his soul, like a memory he could never fully touch. Beauty met him at the door before he even inserted his keycard. She flung it open, barefoot, in a silk robe—lip gloss smudged, eyes lined with subtle frustration.