How she became part of my Arabian fantasy

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How she became part of my Arabian fantasy. Part 1

Katia was born during the Soviet era on a farm in Moldova, then a republic in the USSR, and grew into a fine-looking blonde with a geometrically perfect figure: flaxen hair, fair skin, blue eyes, firm breasts, slim waist, lovely hips above long legs. The Soviet Union fell before she finished school, and she married a local man who appeared to be at the start of a good career, but he could not cope with the political dislocations, took to the bottle, and started to abuse her. Without children or parents to keep her home, she decided to leave him and seek her fortune abroad. She was now in her late twenties, and had kept her good looks and figure, with a smart head on her shoulders under beautiful long hair.

She left home for Bulgaria and quickly found a casino job in Varno. Her good looks and figure qualified her to be a cocktail waitress: her uniform a tight-fitting low-cut top over mesh stockings and shiny black high-heeled shoes. She started out as the junior staff member during the afternoon shift (no big spenders), but worked honestly and diligently at a boring job and was promoted to the far more lucrative evening shift, with the big tippers (who appreciated her décolletage and liked to see their bills disappear into it). Still, with the uncomfortable shoes and the smoke-filled atmosphere, it was a hard way to make money, and she had no interest in the married rich men or broken-down gamblers who made up the clientele.

When Katia started there, she was seriously short of money, but quickly found a roommate to share expenses—Amie, a nice girl about eight years her junior, who had been working at the casino for three years. Their small apartment had one bedroom with twin beds, a sitting room, and a kitchen. Despite the age difference, they became good friends, giving each other advice from experience in or at the job. Without much outside social life, between shifts they tended to lounge naked in their apartment, saving the expense of air-conditioning. This inevitably led to physical contact (usually starting with a back or shoulder rub). If one woman were extremely stressed by a bad day at work, the other would sense her need for erotic release, come to her without explicit invitation, progress from massaging her shoulder to kissing her eyelids, then to eyelashes flicking on nipples, and eventually to start quietly with a careful finger, finishing with her tongue. This activity was never a subject of conversation between them, but seemed natural in their position. In colder weather, they often shared one bed in spoon configuration, with taller Katia holding shorter Amie from behind, with one hand on her breast.

Of course, men at the club hit on them all the time, but they rarely responded. If a particularly good or well-paid offer were made, one of the women might bring him home, where he might get a very pleasant surprise (depending on their shift schedule) of attention from both ladies. (Neither woman was interested in merely listening through the bedroom wall.)

After eighteen months or so at the casino, Katia was approached by a well-dressed man. His proposition was different from the usual ones: he handed her a formal business card for the “Black Orchid” night club in Burgas, down the coast, and offered her an audition. He said the position involved “modern cabaret dancing”; she was not naïve and knew this did not involve folk-dancing costumes. He said that he chose her not only for her good figure, but because of her poise and intelligence. No one had flattered her with these words recently, and he seemed to be a legitimate businessman, so she accepted the card and made an appointment.

Katia’s casino shift started after 7 PM, so she took the bus down to Burgas the next day, arriving at the Black Orchid shortly after noon (long before opening time). The gentleman opened the door for her and led her through a narrow corridor from the street entrance to the empty showroom. Usual strip-club layout: bar along one wall, dance stage against the opposite wall with a pole near the center and a tall-backed chair at the rear of the stage. There was a ring of short tables and chairs near the stage with taller ones between that row and the bar. The normal stage lights on the ceiling, and rear curtains concealing the doors to the backstage dressing rooms.

He helped Katia onto the stage (wearing her summer street clothes) and asked her to perform a striptease to two songs. He turned on a few stagelights, went back to the sound system, and cued up two numbers. She had no previous experience, but had seen this dancing in movies. On the up-tempo first song, Katia walked briskly around the stage, shook her hair about and hooked her elbow around the pole, while unbuttoning her blouse. She shrugged the blouse off behind her, and then unzipped her skirt. Dropping the skirt to the floor, she stepped out of it and continued pacing the stage in her short heels, red thong, and lacy bra. The gentleman had taken a seat near the front edge of the stage by the beginning of the song, and watched her carefully. Approaching the front of the stage, she turned away from him, bent over, and thrust her cute butt towards him, covered only by the thin rear strip of the thong. The second song had a slower tempo; she moved the chair forwards, sat down side-saddle with knees separated, and slowly removed her bra, tossing it over her shoulder and arching her back to emphasize her breasts. She stood up, stepped forward from the chair, turned to face away from him, and slowly teased the thong over her hips with both hands. When the thong was halfway down to her knees, Katia turned to face him and let it fall towards the stage, wiggling her hips to help it slide down. When the thong reached her ankles, she sat down again, slipped out of her shoes, lifted her legs towards him, and stepped out of the thong, one naked foot at a time. She then spread her legs wide, straight out, exposing herself to his study as the music ended.

He cleaned off his glasses with a linen handkerchief, climbed onto the stage, and shook her hand. “Congratulations, gnädiges Fräulein, you have the job!” She quickly gathered up her clothes in front of her, ducked behind the curtain, and came out a few minutes later to talk with him. Katia agreed to give two weeks’ notice to the casino and start the Monday after that. He told her the pay was meager, but that girls worked for tips and easily cleared hundreds of euros per night (tax-free) if they knew how to entertain the audience. She had talked with others at the casino who had worked at such places, and understood the terms. If it didn’t work out, she was sure the casino would take her back so long as she gave proper notice when leaving now.

 

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Part 2

On her first Monday at the new job, Katia arrived early and met Mme de Roche, an elegant French lady d’un certain age, who was the dancers’ artistic director. She had come to Bulgaria from Paris, and had been stranded there during the Communist regime, continuing her professional career dancing for the nomenklatura at private party functions. In semi-retirement, she now helped the Black Orchid owners by training the dancers in traditional burlesque moves, helping them organize their routines, and advising them on costumes. She had a grandmotherly interest in her charges, and was surprised to see a woman of Katia’s age just starting out. However, she remembered that several good clients had expressed an interest in more mature dancers, since they did not feel comfortable watching naked women close in age to their own daughters.

Mme de Roche took Katia to the wardrobe, and helped her select a long dark-red skirt with side zipper, lighter red sleeveless blouse, and co-ordinating gloves and shoes, that would harmonize with the Katia’s underwear. “We need to get you some fancier intimates”, she told her, “a sequined G-string and lacy bra, along with a removable corset. These clothes will do for your first nights here, when the regulars will still be fascinated by a new girl. After the novelty has faded, we need to vary the menu and presentation. I’ll take notes on your first appearance tonight, and we can discuss them before tomorrow’s show. Here, add this!” and she gave Katia a scarlet carnival mask with a small rhinestone decoration.

Later that Monday, Katia was the second dancer on stage. The audience had started to arrive after work, and the room was maybe half full by the time she started her first set. Protocol at this establishment for non-feature acts was three songs on stage, after which the dancer would solicit private dances. The first tune was an instrumental version of “Satin Doll”, followed by a brassy cover of “Night Train” (Mme de Roche had selected truly golden oldies). Her routine during the first number was similar to her audition, but she understood how to tease with the side zipper on the long skirt—unzipping slowly from the bottom, first showing one leg, then wrapping the mostly unzipped skirt to the side to show her butt, before completely unzipping and dropping the skirt. Leaving the mask in place, the gloves came next: she bit one glove between her teeth, pulling it forward, discarded it over her shoulder, pulled the other one through her crotch, and tossed it back between her legs. Katia started to unbutton her blouse from the bottom, facing away from the audience, and lifted up the bottom hem to display her butt again. The men were now responding nicely, which encouraged her to finish unbuttoning, face them, and throw open the front. She shrugged her blouse off behind her as the first number ended.

With the more up-tempo second number, Katia started pacing the stage in her mask, bra, thong, and heels. She picked up a riding crop, and marked her pacing rhythmically, slapping it against her other hand or her butt. Temporarily holding the crop between the thong side strap and her right hip, she reached up to the front clasp on her bra, undid the fastener, and let the cups hang loosely from the shoulder straps. She swung herself once around the pole, and let the bra dangle freely, exposing her breasts. With her back to the audience, she pulled it apart and dropped it behind her onto the floor. She turned to face the audience and quickly kicked the bra to the rear of the stage. She pulled the crop out from the thong, and continued to mark the rhythm while pacing, now slapping her butt, the side of a breast, or the back of a leg with the crop. As the music came to an end, Katia pulled the mask away from her eyes and left it on top of her hair, making eye-contact with a bald man in the first row.

During the short break before the third number, the stage lights dimmed halfway, and she pulled forward a tall barstool and a reading stand with a large leather-bound book on it. With the start of Tango Project’s rare tango cover of “White Rabbit”, the spotlight came up on her as she leaned back onto the stool seat, facing the audience, her knees bent (one foot forward and the other behind a stool leg), with the bookstand to her left. Repeating what had worked well in her audition, she stepped off the stool and slowly slid the thong down. Katia slipped it down to her shoes while bending away from the audience, leaning over the stool for balance. With the thong at her ankles, she slipped her shoes off, sat back on the stool and extended her legs to the audience, dropping her thong from her feet and spreading her legs.

The spotlight widened a bit, and she sat back on the barstool, took her eyeglasses from the reading stand and slid the stand beside her. She thumbed through the large book with her left hand; when she found her page, she lowered the glasses over her eyes and started to study the book, spreading her knees apart. Her right hand reached her spread-open crotch as the spotlight died and the music ended.

Katia’s first night on the job was very successful: after quick showers to remove her sweat and excitement, she had no trouble hustling private dances, which paid very well. She was careful to maintain her dignity, not allowing anyone to grope her breasts or otherwise violate the code, but gave each patron the feeling that she was paying attention to him. As mentioned above, many well-dressed older men preferred the attention of someone mature enough not to provoke guilt feelings on top of lust. During the next days, after the initial thrill of a new girl was gone, she followed Mme de Roche’s advice to vary her wardrobe, and continued to make a good living, cultivating some steady fans.

After a few weeks, things changed. The gentleman and Mme de Roche did not come in one Monday, and the new manager Sid was a younger man, somewhat shifty-eyed and without the fashion sense of the gentleman (suit but no tie). Before opening the club, Sid assembled the cast and said that he had bought the club, that it would continue as usual, and that he was glad to have such a beautiful corps to work with. Indeed, for a few days, everything seemed to proceed exactly as before.

That Friday had an unpleasant surprise. Around 10 PM, after Katia’s set, as she bent over to pick up her clothes from the stage, two burly stagehands grabbed her and pushed her firmly down into the chair. A man, his head masked in a full hood and wearing a short white terrycloth robe, came up on stage and forced his member into her mouth, while one stage hand held her in the chair and the other held her head. She struggled against the assault, but the stagehand holding her head hissed at her that she must open her mouth and not bite, or face the consequences. The other kept her in the chair. She was not prepared for this attack, but had no choice but to submit as he pumped furiously until his prompt climax, spurting all over her mouth, face, and neck. He quickly retreated, fastening his robe, while the stagehands led her backstage. Katia was stunned by the violation, and only half-listened as the new manager tried to calm her. Sid was careful not to touch her as she sat on the backstage bench, and he spoke to her quietly.

“I’m sorry for the rude surprise,” he said “but we did try carefully not to hurt you, and I think you will forgive us after I describe the new order here. The gentleman in white is a good customer, and pays well for his pleasures. After taking a modest commission for the management, there is still a payment of 400 euros for you for this quick act.” That was a lot of money—she started to listen more carefully. As she relaxed, the goons released their hold on her, and Sid continued. “I can promise you more of the same, if you are interested, but from now on, there will be no force employed. If you are not interested in continuing such activity, I will immediately give you a reasonable severance pay, and you may leave us forever. I am not interested in further rape (although tonight’s gentleman did not mind), but we look for friendly and willing participation. Please do not think of leaving us and informing the police; here are no marks on you and the authorities are taken care of by the real owners of this place. None of the patrons will testify in your behalf, I assure you. However, if you will perform voluntarily, it will be very lucrative for you.” He handed her a wet washcloth and a soft towel, and placed another drink on the bench next to her.

She thought about the money, the fact that fellatio was by no means novel to her after all these years, the money again, and agreed to continue at the club. They shook hands on the deal; she dressed, and left for home.

Back at the apartment, Katia was still shaking slightly from the evening’s shock. Her roommate sensed a problem but asked no questions (and no answers were volunteered). When she came out of the shower, Amie met her (naked as usual), silently stroked her cheek with one hand, and led her to the bedroom. Silently, she helped Katia lie back, spread her legs apart, knelt on the rug at the foot of the bed, and started to kiss her upper thighs. Amie extended her arms to Katia’s breasts, gently massaged them, and started to carefully stimulate both nipples with her fingertips. She then shifted her mouth upwards and started full cunnilingus, slowly flicking her tongue at first, then circling around the clitoris, increasing the intensity until Katia came violently, pulling her roommate’s face into her crotch and humping her hips up and down. As she came back down from the exertion, she resolved to continue at the club until she had enough money that she could run away to a better place with Amie and establish a peaceful relationship.

 

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Part 3

The next day, again around 10 PM, Katia finished her set and looked up to see her next assignment. Three men, each wearing a short white robe, but with different styles of masks, appeared, and one of the stagehands came from backstage. This time, there was no rough stuff: the stagehand placed a large cushion on the stage, and gave her his hand as she knelt down on it. The first man approached her, and the stagehand picked up the discarded clothing and watched her from the rear of the stage. Katia opened the man’s robe front, uncovering a not-yet-erect member. She gently lifted it towards her, and licked the head (remembering Amie’s tongue style the previous night), producing a reaction quickly. As it elongated, she wrapped her lips around it and slowly slid her head forwards and backwards, increasing the length. When he was fully erect, she withdrew her lips, held it with two fingers, and started licking the shaft while a dainty forefinger rubbed the head intermittently. To finish, she went back to her mouth, this time moving rapidly with one hand grasping the root. When he was about to come, she quickly pulled it out and sprayed the gusher on her neck, holding the hose carefully with one hand. The audience applauded, the man covered himself, and the stagehand brought out a hot towel for her. After she sponged herself, he gave her a strong brandy and soda to kill the taste. Similarly for the second man, who did not require pre-arousal, and finished quickly. Another hot towel and drink. The third man had much larger equipment, and she could not take the full length; instead, she used her hands, accentuated by licking at the head and between her hands, and allowed him to ejaculate over her breasts. Quick work with another towel, and a dash backstage to the shower, while the stagehand mopped the floor. The manager greeted her coming out of the shower, and gave her a full-strength drink. More importantly, he gave her her share of the fee: 1000 euros. By now, her qualms had subsided, but she went back into the bathroom and gargled noisily with antiseptic mouthwash before dressing and starting on her drink. Katia could have stayed to solicit private dances, but she felt weary after the work on stage.

The day after, following her 10 PM set, she was not surprised to see another group of three men. However, she did not anticipate the stagehand’s actions. He set the cushion in front of the stripper pole, had her kneel with her ankles behind it, and then cuffed her ankles and wrists behind the pole, and used a webbed belt to secure her torso to the pole just below her breasts. “No cheating head” he grunted, as the first man came forward. This time, Katia could not use her hands to “cheat”; the man undid his robe, entered her mouth, and held her head while he slowly pumped into her until she swallowed. The stagehand cleaned bound Katia’s face himself this time, and gave her a short neat brandy to sip. When she nodded, the stagehand gave her a longer sip of soda water, let her spit up, cleaned that off her chin, and brought up the second man for the same treat. Another cleanup and drink, and the third man presented himself. Instead of coming in her mouth, he pulled out himself and directed the result onto her nipples. Again, the stagehand cleaned her, released her from her bondage, and she scampered back to the shower and mouthwash. Sid waited for her to finish her shower, gave her 1200 euros this time, and complimented her on her performance. “Shall we continue?” he asked, and Katia nodded agreement solemnly.

Two days later, she was introduced to another newcomer—the new assistant manager Judith, who replaced Mme de Roche. She was around 40 years old, with her hair cut unfashionably short, and wore an gray man-tailored suit with wide lapels, matching tight vest, foulard tie, and slim-cut trousers over strappy sandals. Judith shook hands with Katia, said she had heard great things about her, and was looking forward to watching her dance. That night, Judith sat two rows back and watched her dance sets and the extracurricular activity with three masked men. After Katia left for home, Judith spoke with Sid. “I think we have a problem with Katia: she will probably leave us soon. Our organization has noticed that she has already saved money, and she will quickly grow weary of this occupation. However, I can salvage the situation if you leave me to my devices.”

The next night, taking the stage for her 10 PM set, Katia noticed Judith in the front row, wearing an equestrienne costume (red jacket, tight white pants, black boots, and riding helmet). Sitting next to her was a short younger woman, with long blonde hair, apparently wearing nothing but another white terry robe. Not wearing her glasses, Katia at first worried that it was her roommate Amie (of similar build), but she squinted to convince herself that it was no one she knew. (She had no intention of publicizing her relationship in such an undignified manner!) After the set, she was unsure of Judith’s intentions. First, the stagehand secured Katia to the tall chair, tying her ankles to the chair legs and cuffing her wrists together behind the chair. He secured her waist to the chair back with a belt, and his bondage seemed tighter than on previous occasions. Judith led her short girlfriend onstage, removed her robe, and the other stagehand helped her lift the girl into position. She ended up with her crotch in Katia’s face, and her own head in the matching location in Katia’s lap. The stagehand and Judith lifted her legs over Katia’s shoulders and lashed her knees to the finials of the tall chair; the girl grasped the rear chair legs to keep her balance, and the stagehand quickly buckled her wrists in place with leather straps. Judith pushed each face into the other woman, using both hands, while the stagehand steadied the chair. Judith’s friend, obviously experienced at this, immediately started triple-tonguing Katia like a sousaphone virtuoso. Katia, knowing what was expected, reciprocated (in both senses) with her tongue. The music died suddenly, and the audience fell quiet, listening to the liquid sounds coming from both women. They simultaneously reached fulfillment, requiring both the stagehand and Judith to steady them to avoid the chair’s tipping over as it thumped against the stage. The audience gave them a standing ovation, while Judith and the stagehand carefully undid the bondage and removed the girl from Katia. The music resumed, the two gave curtain-call curtseys to the audience, and Katia stumbled backstage and into the shower. Judith gave her little friend her robe, guided her offstage, and hustled backstage herself

Another surprise: as she emerged from the shower, the two stagehands grabbed Katia from behind the door. One quickly gagged her as she tried to scream, while the other stopped her struggling by strapping her ankles together and tying her hands behind her back while the first held her in a firm bear hug from the front. The second stagehand then threw a blanket over Katia, and the two quickly tightened luggage straps around the blanket at her knees, waist, and elbows. They quickly hustled the struggling package (long squirming package with pretty toes sticking out) down the back steps into a waiting SUV driven by Judith. She drove quickly to the waterfront, with Katia held down by one of the stagehands in the back of the vehicls. When they reached the dock, the two stagehands carried the squirming bundle up the ramp into a powerboat, followed by Judith as derrière garde. She directed them to the forward cabin, where a rope-mesh hammock was already deployed. They carefully unstrapped the blanket and placed the struggling victim face-down on the rope mesh. They ran a rope quickly between her wrist and ankle bonds, pulling them together to hogtie her on her stomach, and then used several ropes to secure her to the hammock mesh cords: one at her armpits, one at her waist, one at her knees, and a rope wye through her crotch and over her shoulders. Now when Katia struggled, it was very uncomfortable because of the reaction of the hammock. She started to worry about being sick with the gag in place.

After the lads were finished, Judith carefully inspected the parcel to check for excess tightness or impaired circulation. “Stay calm,” she advised, “you have a long voyage ahead of you and I need you alive and well at the destination.” Judith stroked the side of Katia’s head, but it did not seem to calm her. Katia tried to curse back at her captor, but the gag was efficient, and she could only whimper. Judith stayed in the cabin during the voyage to tend her. A few hours out, her partner Sid came belowdecks, and they talked quietly out of Katia’s hearing. “We’ll run dark when we approach Mt Athos, and there we can transfer the bundle to our friend’s boat. Not much police presence there, especially at the northwest end of the island, and the monks will be asleep. Dimitrios will pay well for this specimen!”

Dimitrios, a swarthy middle-aged businessman, was waiting for them (per schedule) with a small fishing boat. He had previously negotiated with Judith for a travelling companion, which was a polite euphemism for a blow-job machine. He was heading to Arabia on business, almost legal, and would take her along, suitably veiled, as his wife. The Arabian authorities would not bother inspecting her passport carefully, so long as they travelled together. Dimitrios was not especially pious, and could not resist shooting a quick sacrilegious snapshot of the package, still wrapped in the hammock, in front of a small shrine to “Our Lady who giveth suck” on the holy island.

Judith had selected Katia for several reasons: she thought Katia was planning to leave them anyway, Dimitrios needed a mature woman to attract less attention from the Arabian authorities, and Katia had a summa cum laude in fellatio, as demonstrated in oral examinations at the club.

After transporting her to his seaside cabin on a Greek island, he brought her indoors in a wheelbarrow, and deposited her into a windowless room. He explained her situation, and asked her if he could remove her gag without her screaming. She nodded, as she had done so many times before, and he carefully removed the gag, leaving her hogtied on the bed. “By now, you must need the facilities. There is a bathroom in this room (the door has been removed), and I give you my word that I won’t annoy you during your necessary actions if you promise to relax after I untie you.” Again, she nodded. He untied her, helped her to her feet, as she shook herself to relieve the strain of the long bondage. “After you, mademoiselle,” he said as she limped into the bathroom to use the toilet. He stayed out of her line of sight until she had flushed. He handed her a washcloth and invited her to use the shower. When she came out, he gave her a plush towel, and then another of the white robes.

“We’re going to Arabia tomorrow on business. Once there, you will find it necessary to stay closely with me—you won’t be allowed out by yourself and will get in much worse trouble than anything that could happen to you in my presence. Basically, I need someone to minister to my manly needs while travelling, and that is why I’m bringing you. I was one of the masked gentleman at the club, and found you most suitable. Do you remember this?” he unzipped and showed it. Again, she nodded. “You will be seeing more of it. It always travels with me. Now, you must promise to submit and travel quietly with me from Athens to Dammam. My colleagues have investigated you, and could cause harm to your lovely friend back Amie in Varno. When this business is concluded, you will be released in good condition to continue your life unfettered. You have my word!”

Once again, Katia acquiesced to force majeure and tried to make the best of it. At least, she was travelling farther than she had ever expected when she lived in Moldova. He gave her a cold meal and a half-bottle of wine and locked her in the room for much-needed sleep. He was patient to awaken her the next day, fed her again, and showed her her travelling clothes, suitable for a proper woman to wear in Arabia. “These voluminous garments include a tracking device, should you bolt, but you should be too wise to try that over there. Your only hope for returning home is to stay with me for what should be a reasonable trip,” Dimitrios warned. Before leaving her to a second night’s sleep, he had her demonstrate her skill as a fellatrice without bondage, promising to be gentle with her so long as she pleased him. He removed his trousers and shorts, leaned back against the wall, and indicated a pillow on the floor in front of him. Once again, she knelt before him and slowly performed her duty. She noticed the knife in a shoulder-hanging sheath, and knew better than to try anything else. At least he was clean and careful not to choke her when she achieved the goal. He left her to her shower and bed, locking the door behind him.

The next day, Katia put on the Arabian attire and they drove to the airport. The Greek flight crew was used to silent women dressed that way on the flight to Arabia, and did not comment as they boarded. In Dammam, his business contacts met him and facilitated his way through Customs into a waiting Mercedes, and they all drove to a remote part of the desert near Yemen. Dimitrios checked into the local hotel, showered, demanded fellatio, and told Katia to wait for him to return. He left her in the room, locking it from the outside, and went to discuss business. The minibar had some food, but she was trapped inside. She showered and tried to find something understandable on the hotel TV.

 

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Part 4

Katia waited anxiously in the hotel room for two days, wondering what had happened to him, and what would happen to her, until the door opened abruptly. Dimitrios was not there—two Arab gentlemen, dressed traditionally, came in and gestured for her to follow them. She was in her underwear due to the heat, but she quickly put on the Arabian outfit and left with them in a GMC SUV. They drove her to a large walled house on the edge of town and brought her to the women’s quarters.

Anitra, the family matriarch, took Katia from the men and led her into the women’s sitting room. She sent the young girls to the kitchen for fruit and a jug of hot water, and then told them to run away and play while the grownups attended to their guest. The three daughters-in-law resident in the compound came in, curious to see the infidel.

Katia still spoke no Arabic, but as a young girl in Turkey, Anitra had been given some education before her parents made an advantageous match for her with the Arab founder of the current family, and she spoke some German. Katia learned that Dimitrios had fled the country, due to a near-fatal difference of opinion with the Arab businessmen, leaving her as pawn for a disputed debt. Now hopeless, she broke down in tears, imagining her future as an infidel imprisoned in a totally foreign country.

As she sobbed, the daughters-in-law (three nubile young women) gently undressed her and took her to a couch with soft pillows. They also removed their outer garments and went to comfort her. With the men gone, under the direction of Anitra, they gently caressed her and removed her underwear, and then removed their own. The four young women, ranging from dark African ebony through Arabian brown to the fair Katia presented a full spectrum of skin color.

In the heat, they could not stay too close together, so each daughter-in-law took her turn caressing Katia until she stopped her crying. One of them brought out a ewer of scented oil, and all three started an organized massage: one on her thighs, one on her breasts, and one on her feet. The trio converged towards her womanhood, and Katia reached out to fondle them. In short, they all became overheated with exertion and went to the women’s pool to cool off, still naked. Men, with their problems and sins, seemed irrelevant to the society of women. Cooled off, the group sat at the poolside eating sherbets and occasionally caressing each other, while Anitra kept watch near the locked door. Katia still felt uneasy, but suppressed it in such good company.

She was there for only three days, not long enough to learn much of the language, when the men knocked on the ladies’ door and demanded her. The women quickly dressed her properly and led her out to the formal living room. There, Katia saw the two gentlemen who had brought her there, along with another man to whom the two deferred. The three men shook hands (with the weak grip considered polite in that country), and the new man led her to a large Mercedes. He sat in front with the chauffeur, and she was shown to the back seat, with strongly tinted windows that did not allow her to be seen from the outside, and they drove to Al-Khobar.

There, her story intersected with the distinguished foreign visitor.