A dour-faced fat man with a sword threw a skimpy bikini and a headscarf at me and barked at me to put them on. I slipped on the tiny garment and stood in my tiny cell holding the hijab. I was very confused. He rattled his blade against the bars so I did as I was told.
I tried to ask what was going on but he just told me to be quiet.
He then tossed me into the caged back of a dirty, sputtering truck. A few bumpy, uncomfortable hours later we stopped and when he threw the doors open I found that I was at a huge palace!
He paraded me through the gates and deep into the ornate structure until we reached a large, center room in the center which held the pool. He plunked me down in a lounger and walked off without saying a word.
Scattered around the pool area were about half-dozen or so other scantily clad women. They were lazily sipping on drinks or massaging each other. There were a few men who seemed to be servants of some sort, they were running drinks and waving large leafy fans. There was a bar, many lounge chairs, exotic birds, and more gold-trim than the inside of Trump Towers! At the center of it all was a man sitting on an honest to god throne.
I heard one of the women say, “Ohhh, Kalif hasn’t had a Fatah Beyzaa before!” Which I assumed meant non-Arab. All of the women here were Arabic and in wonderful shape. I doubted any of them were over twenty-five so they could have just meant an older woman.
Great… I get to be a sex slave. At least it looks like they have booze.
I figured the man on the throne was this Kalif they mentioned. He was a moderately attractive man, probably in his forties, muscular build with a neatly styled beard and no mustache. His crisp white robes might have just been tailored for him that morning. He lounged on his throne with his legs draped over one of the arms, staring up at the ceiling and sighing.
The man who brought me approached Kalif, bowed, and whispered something into his ear. Kalif shooed the man off with a disdainful wave. With another sigh, he turned his head towards me. I had the distinct impression that he had done this a hundred times before and was just going through the motions.
I figured since I was already in trouble I might as well pull the damn headscarf thing off and let my blonde hair cascade around my shoulders. If he hadn’t had a white girl here before I’d make sure he got the whole picture. I stood up so he could get a good look at me.
Kalif raised a single eyebrow, then lifted his hands and clapped twice.
All the women got up from their various activities and walked up to the area in front of the throne, which was set up like a stage on a wooden platform. The servants brought up an oversized wicker lounger and set it in the center, facing the throne. Then they brought out an ornate wooden chest and set it off to one side of the chair. On the other side, they placed two steaming buckets.
Once everything was set up one of the servants approached me and led me onto the stage and positioned me right in front of Kalif. Before I could say anything the women surrounded me and suddenly I was completely naked. Of course, I expected I would be nude sooner or later so I tilted my head and smiled invitingly at Kalif.
Might as well enjoy myself!
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