The Harem's Servants

Faith woke up late the next morning. There was no alarm clock for the harem girls, and they started the day with a light breakfast of fresh fruits and some yoga and a light workout, supervised by Fatima. Then they entered a large shower built custom for a harem, and to Faith's surprise, two robed men entered. They were both white.

"This is Liam, Olivia's ex-boyfriend," Kendall explained. "And this is Robbi, my ex-boyfriend."

"What are they doing here?" Faith asked. "I didn't think Omar would ... appreciate the presence of other men around us."

"Ordinarily, you'd be right," Kendall agreed. "But, they've been ahhh ... gelded. So they're kind of useless around women now." Faith stared at her for a long moment, uncomprehending, before she finally understood what Kendall meant.

"Oh," she said dumbly.

"Yeah. So they come in and wash us in the mornings. Massages on Wednesday afternoon while Omar is out golfing. They're basically useless the rest of the afternoons during the week."

"Why's that?" Faith asked. Kendall nodded over to the stables. "Omar has a stable over there. Camels and horses. The stableboys are all Indian, brought over here with the promises of good wages. And they are good, compared to what they get paid back home. But still, not enough for really living high on the hog. But when they get horny, and they inevitably do in the afternoon and evening, well, Liam and Robbi are there for that, too. It makes a good show if you're bored. And we all get bored from time to time, believe me."

Liam was a handsome boy, a tousled mop of blonde hair on his head, but gangly and receding into waifishness. He soaped her up clinically, using the loofah without a trace of attraction, shaving her legs and cunt, and attending to her admirably. The women dressed in the fine silks, waiting for Omar, who came in and chose Alejandra.

"Lucky one," Kendall whispered to Faith, jealously.