Atza Nice
Lovers at play
CHAPTER ONE
Sheik Abdullah tilted back in the big leather chair in his Houston hotel room, watching the voluptuous young salesgirl, Dawn Peters, lean forward across the coffee table to show him another one of the new fall negligees. Her long beautiful legs were crossed and angled to the side. He let his eyes surreptitiously slide down their silken length when his third wife, Saraifa, turned to the long racks of sensuously colored negligees. Dawn lifted her arms toward the rack, and Sheik Abdullah felt his whole gut tighten at the hugely billowing mounds of her tits under the light cotton dress. What the hell was he sitting here arguing with the beautiful salesgirl for? He didn't give a damn right now whether or not his wives wore pink or blue in bed, or if they ever got their cursed negligees. To hell with them. This salesgirl was made for fucking, and fucking only. He should know; he had enough wives!
"You see, Sheik, beige is the 'in' color for negligees this year, and though it is a lovely shade, I think a woman feels more… sensuous in the other colors." Her blue eyes were earnest and sincere, so beautiful in their fringe of startling long lashes that a man could agree to almost anything just from looking into them. Sheik Abdullah took in her silky auburn hair tied loosely back in a ponytail, a severe hairdo except for the soft bangs that curled over her high smooth forehead. A man could also imagine what that hair would be like flung out on a pillow. The thick cream color of her skin set off those blue eyes and auburn hair. He looked at every bit of that skin that was visible, from her beautiful face with its straight aquiline nose and small determined chin, long delicate throat, graceful hands, then back to the throat and the creamy "vee" where her neckline cut off the view. But it didn't take much imagination to know that the rest of the skin on her long slender body was just as white and silky.
"You mentioned that you wanted to buy a number of articles from the store, so I've brought you a catalogue of the quality items that we sell." Dawn tugged her briefcase from the inside arm of her chair.
The sheik's wife, Saraifa, had had about all she could take. Her husband had been undressing the voluptuous salesgirl with his eyes ever since she had come into the hotel room. The Great Sheik of Rhadd with all of his wives and mistresses! Her husband always thought first of the cunt in a woman and then maybe if she was good at fucking, he thought of the woman herself. Easy, she cautioned herself, jealousy is not good. The beautiful salesgirl was making a bad job of selling her items. She, Saraifa, could make her do worse, but this time she would help the pretty cunt.
"Husband," Saraifa spoke up, taking a chair by the rack. Her husband permitted her to smoke, so she lit a cigarette. "Husband, if I may speak a moment, I think the girl's right. I think the colors should be more sensuous than beige."
Saraifa was a tall attractive Arab woman with long black hair twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck. She was beautiful, but underneath her beauty there was a hardness that should not be in anybody. It showed through the loveliness and marred the perfection of her features. Her face was hard now as she thought out a way to please her husband for she knew that his pleasure meant hers – her favors were returned. She would give him the beautiful little salesgirl.
"I think you are correct," Dawn said in her soft insinuating voice. "And I hope your husband will be willing to let me show you our full line." Dawn kept her eyes on the sheik, her heart thudding, her mind beating out an insistent prayer that she hoped would influence him. She had to get this sale! Her boss, Warren Mathieson, had made that perfectly clear before she left. "The Sheik Abdullah is one of our best customers. When he comes to town you can count on him to spend anywhere from ten thousand on up. We do not want to lose him as a customer. You must do anything he wants. And if you don't, and you lose his patronage, you're finished. Do you understand?"
She understood, and she swore she would do absolutely nothing that would jeopardize her job and career; she was too ambitious for that.
Saraifa looked at Dawn sitting there so intensely, willing the sheik to go for it. She was so beautiful she didn't look real, with the kind of beauty you didn't see very often, the kind that launched ships. "Husband, it is time I was leaving," the sheik's wife said suddenly, and stood up from her chair. "You will have no trouble in choosing what is right for us. Miss Peters, I trust you will be well?"