Dinner With the Sheikh !

Debbi was amazed that it actually was a limo that came to pick her up dead on eight. It was only a short drive out to the exclusive modern hotel in which the Arabs were ensconced. She asked at the reception desk , was told that she was expected and was soon being escorted through to the swanky restaurant by the interpreter. Debbi thought she detected mild surprise and maybe a slight disappointment from him when he saw her conservative dress but that was the effect Debbi was hoping for anyway. Besides, she knew she looked like a fox whatever she wore. Debbi handed him her business card as she walked and began explaining that her appearance at the trade fair was all a mistake, **** on her by **** circumstances. He shrugged this off and said he was sure they would enjoy a fine meal with such delightful company.

Three other men stood to greet them at the table. One was obviously the sheikh and the other two had all the appearance of being bodyguards. Debbi was placed opposite the boss and next to the interpreter. She presented another card and went into her prepared spiel about her real standing in the company, the amusing circumstances of the day, how she hoped their respective companies could link up profitably and so on. The interpreter explained that his boss could understand English perfectly well but preferred someone to translate his own thoughts, since his command of spoken English was weak. There was some serious business talk, along with polite laughter concerning the trade fair anecdote, as they consumed the exquisite meal. The four Arabs did not drink but kept Debbi topped up with wine. As they were drinking coffee, the sheikh launched into a long guttural speech while looking directly at Debbi. She waited patiently for the translation.

"My employer is very impressed by your achievements in business Miss Debbi. So beautiful, yet so talented too ! And this attracts him all the more to the prospect of securing your services for the evening. It is so much more enticing to know a well bred English rose rather than some, how do you say, bimbo model." Debbi was mortified, her plan had backfired and she tried to extricate herself as politely as possible. There was another long guttural speech. "My employer is emphasising that the continuation of any business transactions between our two companies is very much teetering on a knife edge at this moment." Debbi blushed. "He also wishes me to say that he is prepared to make a personal payment to you of three thousand pounds !" Debbi gulped. She was in such a dilemma. She wasn't some innocent virgin she told herself. Although still single, she had relationships and enjoyed sex. She didn't fancy this guy in the slightest but she recalled the conversations with Jeff and the director concerning this deal and she feared for her position at work, especially after Carol's manoeuvring today. Then there was three thousand pounds ! These Arabs had so much money that it was a trifle to them but Debbi could treat herself to all sorts of things ! So it was that ten minutes later, Debbi found herself in a lift with the four men, rising to the penthouse suite. She was just a little surprised when all four of them followed her inside.

Debbi awoke the next morning alone in a king size bed. She was in the nude. It took a few seconds but then her mind flashed back to last night. She had been quickly stripped naked and then had taken part for a couple of hours in an energetic gang bang with all four of the Arabs. She had been taken multiple times in all available orifices. She vividly recalled being on all fours on this bed with one cock in her mouth, one in each hand and being pounded from the rear. This wasn't what she had expected when she had agreed to spend time with the sheikh. No wonder the interpreter had been so persuasive ! She figured the sheikh considered her a perk for his staff, a reward for their loyalty and good service. Oh well, what was done couldn't be undone, she thought. She couldn't in all conscience now play the outraged virgin. She saw the comforting cheque for three thousand pounds on the bedside cabinet. Where were they anyway ? She didn't care, she didn't want to see them. It was Saturday morning and she could take her time. She stretched luxuriously in the massive bed.

Suddenly, her reverie was rudely interrupted. Two male hotel employees and two women cleaners burst into the room. "OK, get up and get out, fun's over." Debbi sat up, shocked, grasping the sheet around her chest. "What do you mean, what's happening, who are you, I don't understand ?" The questions came tumbling out. "I'm the hotel detective love" said the one who had spoken. "Your boyfriends have done a midnight flit leaving a mountain of unpaid bills. So you're here under false pretences. Get up, get out !" "But the sheikh, they've got pots of money, legitimate business interests" protested Debbi. "Sheikh ?" laughed the detective. "We've discovered they're a bunch of petty crooks from Birmingham who've lived in the Asian community there all their lives. Sorry love, we were conned as well." He picked up the cheque from the bedside. "I wouldn't give much for your chances of cashing this either" he sneered. "Now get up, get out. We have to get this room ready for proper paying guests." "Can I have a little privacy ?" the obviously naked Debbi asked plaintively. "Oh, come over all shy all of a sudden have we ?" answered the detective sarcastically as the other laughed. "Ten minutes" he said harshly, ushering them from the room.