The Play Boy's Doll

Asher Wayne is the typical example of a privileged child. He's the son of one of the wealthiest men in the country, and that too, the only heir. He wants for nothing and lacks no material things.

His whole life has been surrounded with unending comfort, and he's been given nothing but the best since his mother discovered that she was pregnant with him.

He's the only heir of his father's empire. Soon to take over from his father and become one of the most influential men in Europe.

Asher knows what he wants, and gets whatever he desires. However, the fascinating thing about him, is that he isn't as arrogant as many would expect him to be. Or maybe he is. But he knows darn well how to hide it.

He's an introvert. He is highly observant and doesn't speak much. He moves about in silence, and a piercing, scrutinizing look on his face. However, despite his silence, the aura he carries about, screams power and dominance.

His silence doesn't quantify his innocence, though. He is a silent killer. A masked beast... A beast hungry for something he always easily gets. Sexual pleasures...

The silent Greek god was sculpted to perfection when he was being created. Having every little detail about him, captivatingly designed.

From his dark hair to his golden-brown eyes, to his well-chiseled jaw even to his accent and style. These unique details about him, are some of the things that many women admire about him.

Both young and old. Asher is every woman's dream. At least 99.9% of the women he's met have fantasized about being in his arms. The other 1% who haven't, are women who are either way too old, or too young to know about sex or those who are incapable of having sex.

Even some of his female relatives wouldn't mind committing the abominable taboo of being in his bed, just once.

Asher knows this and satisfies himself with different varieties of women. He's so used to this, that it's become a habit. But despite his likeness for sex, he's made sure it's never become an addiction.

He doesn't want anything to have power over him. Not even his desires. So he's been mindful to keep his sexual escapades as a habit, and nothing more than that.

Asher is dangerously attractive and wealthy. A combination that makes many females throw themselves at his feet. Who wouldn't want to be in a god's bed? Even if it's just for a night. Especially when word about how good he is in bed, travels around like secret tales.

Like those fairy tales, our parents used to read to us when we were younger, to put us to sleep. The only difference is that these tales are real, and result in a lot of wet dreams.

Who wouldn't want to be in his bed? When after he's done with you, if you're lucky enough, the least amount of money you could get from him, is five hundred dollars.

Many would still rush to his bed, with the money off the table, if they had the chance.

However, to many females' dismay, one thing that never happens no matter how much satisfaction you give to Asher is an emotional acknowledgment from him.

He seems to see every woman the same way. As playthings, he can get whenever he wants, and his heart seems to be inactive. Incapable of any emotional function. The sex lord has no emotions. And it's been this way for as long as anyone can remember.

He may just be in his third year in university, but he has his whole life worked out.

Or so he thinks...

**********

Chelsea's POV;

My mom just drove to the front of my hostel, and I gawk at the massive building in awe.

"It's alright honey, you'd be fine. "She says, as she places a hand on my lap, and I turn to look at her.

A comforting smile splits her face, and I can't help but admire my mother. Her beautiful brown hair is held up in a ponytail, just like mine, and her electric green eyes are so emotional as she's staring at me.

I smile back and turn back to the building, with my heart beating rapidly. It's finally happing. My university life is officially beginning.

I feel a rush of so many emotions, that I have no idea which one dominates the others. I'm scared, nervous, excited, happy, glad... The list goes on...

I've always wanted to attend this university since I knew what a university was.

T.A.D.U.

The American Dream University.

I finally got my admission here, and I'm excited beyond words. Excited, and nervous, and scared, and happy, and ... A bunch of other things...

"My baby girl's all grown up, now. "My mom speaks again, pulling me back to earth, and I turn around to look at her.

I can't help the pout that appears on my face when I find her eyes glossy, with tears building in them.

"Mom, we've been over this. No tears... "I whine, and she chuckles as she uses a finger to wipe the tears at the brim of her eyes away.

"I know, I know... I'm sorry. "She replies. Replacing her sad face with a smiley one, and I smile back at her.

"I just can't help it. "She says, and I simply stare at her. Wondering how she and my younger brother are going to be doing now with me in school.

They'd be fine. Right?

"I'm so proud of you, honey... You're one step closer to all your dreams. "She speaks again, and I chuckle.

"Now, you wanna make me cry. "I reply, and she laughs.

"Come on now. Step into a new phase of your life. "She says, and I turn back out to look at the massive hostel.

I turn back to look at her, and she gives me an encouraging smile.

"I love you, mom. "I confess as I move in for a hug, and she accepts it fully. Wrapping me in one of her many, special, cozy, bear hugs.

"I love you too, baby... "She replies, and I smile. We stay this way for a little while, and I exhale before finally pulling away from the hug.

We both get down from the car, and then she helps me move my boxes and bags into the hostel, and up to my room.

On getting to my room, I unlock it with the key I was handed yesterday when I came to complete my accommodation registrations and take a deep breath before pushing the door open.

The door opens and I find three student beds in the fairly large room. One on the left side of the room, another on the right side of the room, facing the door, and the last, against the wall which is opposite the door.

The room is moderate, and on the bed on the other side of the room, is a girl with round glasses sitting on her nose. She has coal-black hair and is quite slender. Slender but fairly thick. Just like me.

"Hello, there... "My mom greets before I get the chance to speak, and I look up at her to give her a face. I'm not the little kid she used to take to the park and help make friends all those years ago. I'm an adult now.

I'm 19 freaking years old.

"Oh, hi. You must be a freshman too. My name is Ashley. Nice to meet you. "The bubbly young girl says as she rushes off her bed, away from the books in front of her, and I smile.

She stands before me, and holds out her hand,

"Ashley Berman. International relations. "She says, and I smile at her jovial nature.

"I'm Chelsea Perkins. Arts and literature, and this is my mom. "I reply as I take her hand, and she smiles.

"Oh, hi ma'am. Nice to meet you. You're very pretty. "Ashley says to my mom and my mom giggles in a blush.

"Oh, thank you... You're also a charming young lady. "My mom replies, and I smile as Ashley blushes.

"What's your bed number? "She questions me as she turns to face me again, and I look down at my hostel slip.

"B3. "I reply, and she smiles.

"Then that's your bed over there. "She replies, pointing at the bed on the left side of the room, which is right beneath a window, and I smile.

"Oh, thank you. "I reply, and she smiles at me.

"You're welcome. "She replies, and silence falls on the room.

"I guess I have to leave you now. I have a meeting with some friends. But I'd see you soon. "She says as she rushes back to her bed, and grabs a novel off it.

"Alright, "I reply as she's about to slip out of the room, and she smiles.

"I think I like her... "My mom says a few seconds after Ashley shuts the door, and I roll my eyes.

"I knew you'd say that. "I reply, and my mom laughs. I walk up to the opened locker beside the bed Ashley told me was mine, and with my mom's help, I'm able to fit most of my stuff into and on top of it. Leaving just a box of some of my books, which I push under my bed.

My mom and I have spent about two hours just moving in and trying to put my things in the right place.

Now, we're both sitting on my bed, trying to relax a bit.

"Mom, as much as I wish you'd stay a bit longer, you have to go, now. Trevor's game starts in a bit. " I reply, and I watch realization dawn on my mother's face.

She had almost forgotten. Trevor, my younger brother, has a football match at school today. He's the captain of his school's team and had to be there early for warmups and other stuff.

That's the major reason he isn't here now, to drop me off at school. His game starts in about 45 minutes, and it won't be nice if my mom misses it. It's a big game for him.

"That's true, honey. I have to go. "She says as she checks her wristwatch, and I smile.

She gets up and grabs her bag, and I get up too.

"Let me see you off. "I speak, but my mom cuts me off.

"There's no need, dear. You must be tried. Get some rest. I can see myself off. "She replies, and I shake my head in negation.

I won't miss a single second I can spend with her before she leaves. It well may take months before I see her again.

"Don't worry, mom. I'd be fine. When you leave, I just might sleep the whole day away. Just let me see you off, please... "I beg, and she smiles.

"Alright, fine. "She replies in surrender and I smile back.

I lock the room with my key after we exit it, and I see her off to her car. We share a few more words and another long, very comforting hug before she finally gets in the car.

"Pass my love to Trevor! "I yell as she starts to drive away.

"Alright, honey. Love you! "She yells back as she zooms off, and a massive smile splits my face.

Me, alone in university. Finally! I can only wonder what events this place has installed for me. Gosh, I'm so excited!

And proud of myself!

Chelsea Perkins the freshman...

Third Person Narrative;

"Asher? "Vivian's voice calls Asher out from sleep, and a grunt escapes his lips as he shifts in his bed. He was fast asleep a few seconds ago, but now, although his eyes are still shut, his guts are filled to the brim with annoyance.

"Asher...? "Vivian coos again as she walks into his bedroom, and Asher inhales deeply to get his nerves together, before finally pulling his eyes open, and squinting them from the morning sunlight that's spilled all over his bedroom.

"Good morning, baby... "Vivan greets as she smiles at Asher and he simply stares at her.

This girl just won't give up, will she?

Asher thinks to himself before finally speaking, and sitting up.

"What are you still doing here? Don't you have classes today? "He questions and Vivian pouts.

"Babe, is that how you'd greet me good morning? "She questions, and he gives her a look.

"Fine... I do have classes, but I'm gonna bunk em. For you...

You know... Maybe we can pick up from where we stopped last night... "She finally replies, while flaunting her unclad body under the bathrobe she's in, and Asher scoffs with a smirk as he runs his fingers through his long black hair.

"Come here. "He orders as he signals Vivian over with a finger, and excitement bursts on her sight as she rushes over to the bed, and sits beside him.

"You're such a hopeless, little, slut, aren't you? "He speaks as he wraps his arms around her, but her building excitement allows her to ignore his words. The same way it always does.

"You're hopeless... "He continues as he pulls her left leg away from the other, and begins to add pressure on her sex, through the cotton robe.

Vivian looks up at him through her full, artificial lashes, with lust building in her eyes.

"You like that, don't you? "He speaks again as his fingers slip under the robe, and lands right on her uncovered sex.

He places a finger on her delicate clit, and begins to massage it. Pressing and teasing it with such mastery. Mastery he's acquired over years of experience.

A moan escapes Vivian as Asher plants a wet kiss on her now exposed shoulder, and he smirks. He traces around her pussy with another finger, and Vivian shoots her gaze up at him in desperation, as he places his finger right on her entrance.

He smirks at how desperate she looks. Hungry and lusting for a taste of him. He slips his finger into her wet opening, and Vivian begins to lose control as he starts moving slowly, in and out of her.

He increases his speed and moves to two fingers, and Vivian begins to twist and curl in pleasure, while Asher holds her down. She keeps moaning and screaming in pleasure, and Asher basks in the moment. Enjoying the lustful mess he's turning her into.

He suddenly stops and pulls his fingers out of her. Causing her to look up at him with questioning eyes.

She places a hand on his length which is somehow unaffected and not hard, by what just happened.

Another thing Vivian still doesn't understand about Asher is that he has had enough of her. So much so, that it would take more than what just transpired between them, to get him in the mood to do anything more with her.

"You want me, don't you? You want me to fill you up... "He speaks as he takes his fingers up to her lips, and she nods hungrily. Her grey eyes filled with so much want and hunger.

He remains silent as she sucks her juice off his fingers. Licking them so delicately and tenderly, and once she's done, he speaks again.

"Well, too bad. Cause I'm not in the mood to. "He says as he lets go of her, and gets off the bed. Leaving her with her mouth hanging open.

"What!? Asher... Don't do this to me... You can't leave me like this. I... I was so close to cuming... "Vivian protests shamelessly, and Asher scoffs.

"That's your punishment. I've told you before. Never call me baby, or any of those pet names when we're not in bed. "He replies, and Vivian stares at him in horror.

He isn't really planning on leaving her like this, is he? He's left her so wet and horny. What cruel punishment would it be for him to leave her to sort her urges out on her own!!

"Okay... Okay. I've heard you. I promise I'd never do that again. Just... Just please come back to bed. I need you to fuck me... "Vivian begs, and Asher smirks at her as he picks his shirt off the ground, and throws it on.

"Go clean yourself up, and attend your lectures. Leave my key in the flower pot when you're done. "He says to her, as he walks away from the bedroom, and Vivian stares at him in horror.

"Asher! "She calls in disbelief, but he doesn't turn back. She listens to the front door slam shut -indicating that Asher just left the house- and she grunts in annoyance.

Asher wants Vivian to understand that she has no grip on him, and is in no way special than the other girls he shares his bed with.

Vivian keeps trying to place herself higher than where she truly is in Asher's life, -Which is significantly very low- and that keeps irking Asher.

She pulls herself off the bed and throws the bathrobe off in annoyance. She helps herself to the bathroom and stands under the shower hoping that the water would wash her lustful desires away. But that doesn't happen.

As the water runs through her red hair, turning it into a somewhat shade of black, and the rest of her body, she can't help but think about the previous night, and how it felt.

How it all felt.

The feel of Ashers kisses on her neck, down to her breasts. The feel of his kisses down between her legs. How gently he kissed and sucked the delicate folds of her sex. And her nipples. How he kissed and sucked each one.

The glorious feeling of his tongue running over her rock-hard nipples. How mercilessly and hungrily he groped and massaged her breasts. Her plump, full breasts.

And God, his length!! The out-of-this-world feeling of his thick, hard, long length ramming in and out of her...

There was no part of her body that Asher didn't leave an impression on.

In no time at all, Vivian found her back pressed against the wall with one hand on her breast and the other between her legs.

Her fingers doing the things she wished Asher's length would have done to her a few minutes ago.

Her soft, uncontrollable moans echo through the empty house as she pleasures herself. Masturbating to the thoughts of Asher.

Yes, he's that good. Good enough to make any girl cum without actually being there.

*********

Chelsea's POV;

'So, how are you, honey? 'My mother's sweet voice questions and I roll my eyes. I've been on this call with her for over five minutes now, and she's asked this exact question four times already.

"I'm fine, mom. Like I said about a minute ago. "I reply with my phone pressed between my ear and shoulder, as I battle to put my Jean pants on.

'Alright... Alright, sorry. I just don't want to end the call yet. 'She confesses, and I exhale in relief as I finally manage to pull the jeans up.

"Is that so? Who would ever have guessed? "I reply sarcastically as I button up the jeans and hold my phone properly, and she giggles.

'Silly girl. So, tell me. Have you finally met your other roommate? 'She questions and I turn around to stare at the third bed in the room, which has been empty since yesterday when I arrived.

"No, mom. Even Ashley says she hasn't met her yet. "I reply, as I turn back to my bed, and my mom falls silent for a second.

' Well, I only hope she's as nice as Ashley. 'She replies, and I smile.

"Yeah, same here... "I reply honestly, and my mom falls silent again.

' I'd leave you now. I don't want you to be late for your tour. 'She says, and I smile.

' Trevor said I should pass you his love. 'She quickly adds, and I giggle.

"Aww. Send my kisses to him. "I reply, and my mom chuckles.

' Will do, honey. Bye, now. Love you. 'She replies, and I smile.

"I love you too, mom. "I reply, and with that, she ends the call.

I stand still for a second. Still smiling at the conversation I just had with my mom, and I turn back to look at the third bed in the room.

There's no exact thought in my mind, just hope that whoever owns that bed, won't be a terrible person.

I turn to the mirror I hung on my locker's door, and access my dressing again. I'm in a blue and white patterned office shirt and have only buttoned my collar button and the one below it, alongside the cuffs of the shirt. Leaving the white singlet I wore beneath the shirt to be visible. Then I'm in a pair of dark blue jean pants, and white sneakers.

I smile in approval of my appearance and pack my hair into a ponytail. I then grab my cross-shoulder bag and take a deep breath. Ready to leave the room.

Ashley isn't around. She told me she had a study session with some of her friends, and left about an hour ago.

I step out of the room and lock the door. I can't wait to tour this great school.

It still feels surreal that I got an admission into this grand school. I feel so proud of myself...

I'm going to be the best student I can be!!

Chelsea's POV;

I finally make it back to my room and unlock its door. I'm exhausted, tired, hungry, and in desperate need of sleep.

On stepping in, I find Ashley on her bed, with a new novel in her hand. This is the third big novel I'm seeing her with, in two days. I mean, I only got here yesterday, and she's finished three big novels.

And I thought I was a bookworm...

She pulls the book down and looks at me with so much life in her big dark eyes.

"Chelsea!! I was beginning to wonder when you'd be back! How was the tour? "She speaks, and I sigh as I drop on my back, on my bed.

"Exhausting! We literally walked the whole campus, and I would still get lost after this...! At least I got to know a few places. "I reply, and she giggles.

"I knew going on the tour was a bad idea... "She speaks, and I give her a look.

"Why didn't you tell me!? And besides, if you didn't go for the tour, how would you know your way around the school? "I query and she laughs.

"I've actually been here since last month. I moved in as soon as I could get my accommodation registrations done. I didn't want to do it during rush hours and miss my chances of getting a hostel room.

Also, being around before school was fully in session, gave me the opportunity to meet some pretty cool people. That's why I have so many friends despite also being a freshman. You should meet them someday. They're pretty cool. "She explains, and I sit up as I listen in awe.

She certainly is a bigger nerd than I am.

The door to the room is suddenly opened, and a tall, older-looking girl walks in. Her hair is black, her makeup is dark, and she gives off a kind of... Goth vibe...

"Hey, guys... "She greets, and Ashley and I share a look before looking back up at her, and replying in sync.

"Hi...? "

"You're our roomie, aren't you? "Ashley jumps to question, and I stare at the girl, awaiting an answer.

"I guess that's the only logical reason for me also having a key to the room. "The girl replies, and Ashley and I share another look.

"I'm Tracy Claud. I'm in my third year, and I'm your roomie. "She speaks, and my eyes go wild.

"Third year? "Ashley questions in equal surprise, and Tracy nods.

"Yup, the school has a unique way of pairing roomies. "She replies, and I and Ashley share yet another look.

"Not to worry, this room is practically yours. I live in a frat house not too far away and would be away most of the time.

You can treat the room however you like, and use my bed as you please. Just make sure you make it how you met it when you're done with it. And that I don't ever meet it in a mess. "She adds. This time looking in my direction, and I quickly look away.

"So, may I know your names? "She questions, staring between Ashley and me, and Ashley speaks first.

"I'm Ashley Berman. International relations. "She introduces, and they both turn to me. I take a second but finally find my voice.

"My Chelsea Perkins. Arts and literature. "I reply, and she smiles.

"Cool. I'm a phycology student. "She replies, and I stare at her in awe. That's cool.

"So you'd know whenever any of us is lying? "Ashley questions and I chuckle as I stare back at her.

"I guess I'm supposed to... "Tracy replies, and I laugh.

"Gosh, I need to touch up this wall. It's so... Bland. It makes me sick. "Tracy says while looking at the wall on her side of the room, and for some reason, I feel she wants to paint the wall black.

I turn away as I pull off my shoes and lay on my back, exhausted on my bed.

Tracy doesn't seem bad. I think I like her. Gosh, my legs hurt. I really shouldn't have gone on that tour!

At least I found a cute coffee shop I think I like...

***********

It's morning and I wake up to the sound of something ripping. I turn in the direction of the sound and freeze. Tracy is on her bed, ripping duct tapes, and pasting some posters on the wall.

This, however, is not the reason I froze, but rather the pictures on the posters! These are pictures of grown-ass, naked men! The posters display different pornographic models, showing off their dicks, and butts, with none of it censored!!

I look up at Ashley in alarm and find her staring boredly at Tracy, in a mediation position on her bed. Isn't she gonna say anything??

"What the hell are you doing? "I question Tracy in alarm, and she and Ashley turn to me.

"Oh, you're up. Good morning. "Tracy simply replies before turning back to her posters. She has covered her side of the room from ceiling to floor, with all sorts of displays of dicks, balls, and male asses.

"What are you doing?? "I question again as I begin to feel my skin crawl, and she turns back to me.

" I'm covering up the walls disgusting color with some posters. "She replies, and I inhale deeply.

"I can see that, but... Couldn't you look for... Better posters to use? "I question, and she chuckles.

"Come on, now. You're sounding like you've never seen a dick before. "She replies, and I give her a look. Causing her to quickly drop the duct tape and scissors in her hands.

"No way! You've never?? "She questions in disbelief as she gets off her bed and looks at Ashley in alarm, and Ashley shrugs.

"I've seen quite a number of them. And I don't mean just in pornographic videos.

They're beautiful creations meant to give us joy. Don't worry, you'd get used to them... "Ashley speaks, and I look up at her in surprise. I wasn't expecting her to say that.

"Well, I haven't seen one before. Not in porn videos, nor in real life... But I guess you just changed that. "I reply, turning back to Tracy, and her face falls.

"Aww, sorry honey. But you had to see it someday... "She replies, and I shut my eyes and inhale again to calm myself.

"Are you really planning on leaving these things on the wall? What would people think of us when they walk in? And... And what if my mom comes over to visit? What do I tell her? "I reply, and Tracy moves back to her bed.

"Well, it's our room. Anyone can think what they want. Besides, there are many other rooms with such posters in them. It's nothing new.

And for your mom, you're just gonna have to figure out a way to keep her from coming in here. And if she does... She has to make peace with whatever she sees. "Tracy replies, and I turn to Ashley in alarm.

"None of my folks are coming over. They're both old and can't deal with that stress. "Ashley replies, and my jaw drops.

"So, we're leaving these up? "I question in alarm, and Tracy gives me a look.

"Let it go, Chelsea. It's my side of the room anyway. I can do whatever I please with it. I like how these posters make me feel, and I'm not taking them down.

Make peace with it. "She speaks, and I swallow.

"Funny thing is, I think I'm learning new things. I never knew a dick could be that huge... Or long... "Ashley say. Staring at one of the posters, and my eyes go wild in disbelief.

I can't believe these girls!

I shake my head in disbelief, and head for my locker. I take out my towel, and soap dish, and head for the bathroom.

I take a quick, annoyed shower, and head back to the room. By now, Tracy is on her bed, and her phone, while Ashley is reading yet another novel.

I moisturize my body, and after putting my underwear on, I help myself into a little, yellow, flowery dress I got not long before I came to campus.

I then grab my bag and phone and head out. I need to be away from the room. I can't stay there right now. Who in hell can stay comfortably with such... Crude things staring them in the face?

I take a cab and help myself to the coffee shop I saw during the tour yesterday. I get in and place an order for a cup of cappuccino coffee, and a cupcake.

I can't believe those girls! Am I really going to go back there? Back in there?? To that room?? To sleep?? Ugh!!!

And Ashley. How the hell is she okay with it???

I can't do this... I know I need to learn to cohabit with others, but what the hell is that? I... I can't...

I just can't get comfortable with those things in there!

********

I eventually make it back to my room, around 8:00 pm. Ashley nor Tracy called, because... How could they? We didn't share our numbers with each other...

I decided to spend the day getting personally acquainted with the school. I spent hours in the library, then at the school's museum, and then at its sports center, and... Although I was alone throughout the day, I had a good time.

I step into the room and find it dark. I guess Tracy and Ashley also went out. I move to the switch, and flip it on, but, my heart falls when I find Ashley on the ground.

She looks like she's choking and struggling to breathe.

"Ashley!? "I scream in alarm, and she looks up at me with her blue eyes that are now crimson in color.

"I... Can't breathe... "She manages to choke out and I throw my bag on my bed and rush over to her.

"Oh my God. Are... Are you asthmatic?? "I question in panic as I place her head on my lap and she nods.

"Where's your inhaler? "I question again in fear at the terrifying sight in front of me. She's shaking like life is leaving her.

"It's... It's... F... F... Finished... "She struggles to complete as she points at the inhaler on the study table beside her bed. I rush to it, and make two puffs into her mouth, but realize that it's indeed finished.

What do I do?? I know nothing about Asthma!!