The New Crop

Carrie sat at the dining room in the mansion with half a dozen of her students. She was still an assistant professor, but her husband (and his money) were helping her climb the ladder fast. Cassie was beside her, who had recently married Fahd. Soon her belly would be bulging as Carrie's was. She looked at her students. Young, single, curious, beautiful. Perfect candidates for conquest.

"So, part of the excitement of this course is learning new cultures, new ideologies, what drives Arabic men," Carrie started. "I never thought I'd be with one, or a Muslim, or anything like that. But you've probably all had that boyfriend, who was lacking in an important way ... or several important ways," Some of the girls giggled.

"What we have here today is a meet and greet. We have some men that work for my husband's company. Strong men. Intelligent men. Muslim men, Arabic and North African. We have wine for you to partake, but please, enjoy the evening, and let loose."

Carrie smiled, as she watched them pair up, animated and excited, as they all subconsciously paired up with the men. She was doing her part for the future.