Her Secretary

"Carrie Hall's office, please hold," you said smoothly. Carrie had finagled her way into a grant on some area of Middle Eastern/American relations. So she could afford a minimal wage position for you, in addition to the free room and board. You resolved the call summarily, and Carrie came out. She was wearing a hijab, but otherwise clad in Western attire.

"So, I meant to talk to you about this, but the Sheikh and I had a conversation on the yacht about you." You gulped.

"Oh?" Carrie nodded.

"So he said you liked to dress up as a girl when you were a kid. And you were in a homosexual relationship. Is that true, sweetie?" You sighed. Not only did your ex-girlfriend know, she also happened to be your boss.

"Umm, yeah. It's a long story. But yeah, I dressed as a girl, I dated a boy named Marco, dad found out and went apeshit. And I've been staying well away from it ever since," you said, feeling small. You'd buried that secret so deep. How the hell did the Sheikh know? Mom had told him? It was supposed to be a secret!

"I can see you are getting upset sweetie. But I want you to know I support you in this. When the Sheikh told me, it all made sense. And I always thought you'd make a better cuck than a lover. And since i'm with a Middle Eastern man. Hmm, maybe a little eunuch boy." She smirked as your trousers tented as much as they even could. "I bet if you were, you'd get allll sorts of special privileges with the boss."