Vegas Changes: Arabian Delight Chapter 1 Part 1

Layla Hadid and her family of four were not strangers in the state, they moved to the state a decade ago, they used to live in a community in the muslim neighborhood, but a week ago, they moved to new place because her husband, Jamil Hadid, getting a promotion and was placed to a new branch in the Las Vegas, the city of sin. Their family currently lived in company-owned housing, well…one of many houses that the CEO owned. The house is nice — No, nice was underestimating it, it's a big one with a balcony, a large backyard and even has a personal swimming pool with a jacuzzi. And the best one, it’s free! They could stay in this house for free as long as her husband still worked in his current company. It’s a house that she once only dared to dream of having. It was located in one of the upper-class neighborhoods. With all the facilities they got, it sounded good, but with all the nice things they got, there were some trade-offs they needed to tolerate more than when they were still living in muslim neighborhood.

Their house was located in the upper-class neighborhoods, but also one of the most decadent neighborhoods in Las Vegas. Their direct neighbor seems to be someone who loves to party hard. A week here and Layla had seen her neighbor had been holding some kind of party 4 out of 7 days. The house owner invited a large number of sexy women in skimpy clothing to their house. Layla was trying not to call those groups of women as whores. She didn’t know the background of the party goers afterall and she didn’t want to entangle with them or cause trouble when they are still new here. But she already worried that the community would bring a bad influence to her daughters. But maybe, she overthinking too much. Her daughter Aaliyah and Yasmin were already adults that knew what was better for them and wouldn't be easily influenced by others. She believed she was teaching her daughters proper upbringing for a muslimah.

Layla was slightly tanned-skinned. Arab woman. She was in her late 30s. Underneath her hijab and loose abaya dress was a shoulder-length silky black hair, and a slightly full but bombastic body figure with natural 36D breasts. She was a hijabi MILF. An exotic beauty with a beauty mark on her lower right lips.

Layla was home alone, her two daughters were in school, and his husband, Jamil, had already gone to work.

DING DONG

The Muslimah heard the bell of her house ring by someone. She quickly walked to the front door. She looked at the peephole, and saw it was a slightly older gentleman dressed neatly in a suit. After confirming that the visitor didn’t look like someone bad, Layla opened the door.

“Uhm…what can I help you with, Mr…?”

“Freddy Master, you can call me Alfred, or Fred. Well, I am your husband's boss, and the former owner of this house,” the white man introduced.

Layla suddenly had a bad feeling, why did her husband's boss come here? He should have known that her husband was at the workplace. Was there something bad that happened to her husband?

“So, why are you here, Mr. Fred, Is something bad happening to my husband?” Layla braved herself to ask.

“Oh no, your husband is fine, he is a good employee, hence I transferred him to this branch. I'm just travelling around this area and feel like checking whether there is a problem with the accommodation I gave my employee. A good boss is a boss who can be a family toward their employee after all. Will you let me in to check the house, Mrs. Hadid?”

She knew she shouldn’t let a man in without her husband being present, but the man was not an ordinary man. He was her husband's boss, and the rightful owner of this house. He only lent them the house as long as Layla’s husband worked for him. So, Layla couldn’t refuse his request of entry.

“My bad, please enter. Consider yourself at home, well…it’s your home.” Layla said awkwardly.

The two then moved to the living room. Fred just sat down on the sofa. While Layla still stood in front of him.

“Do you want any drink sir? Coffee, tea, or milk?” Layla asked.

“Have you tried the wine I keep in the cellar? Tell your husband that I left them for your family. So feel free to drink it. They are good wines that quite pack a kick.” Fred told the woman.

“Sorry, sir, my religion forbids me to drink wine. But I can pick it for you if you want it.”

“My bad. I don’t know about that. Please pardon my ignorance, I’m agnostic. I still believe in higher power but not religion. All those religious rules are quite restrictive, don’t you think? Can you just enjoy life and be a good person at the same time?”

Layla just stood and **** a smile there. She neither agreed or disagreed. Any religious rules sometimes could feel quite restrictive, but it was for goodness.

“Well. I accept your silence as agreement to my statement. But let’s move on and back to what you offer me, can you bring me a glass of water, Mrs. Hadid — No, make it two glasses, one for me and one for you, I will show you something interesting.”

_No, I don’t agree with your statement. _But Layla still held herself back and did not vocalize her thoughts. Like he said, no need to argue with him and move on.

A moment later, Layla was back with two glasses of mineral water. “This is your mineral water, Sir Fred. Are you sure, just water is enough for you?”

“Thank you, Mrs. Hadid. Please sit down. I want to talk with you.”

Layla sat down across from him as the man requested.

“So, Mrs. Hadid, I said that I will show you something interesting when you bring me this glass of water, but I need some preparation first. So, when I am preparing, do you mind telling me about you and your family? Like your full name, etc…”

Layla nodded, she just thought that the man was preparing to show her a magic trick to impress her. “My name is Layla Hadid. My husband is Jamil Hadid, you know him. Our family had two daughters, Aaliyah, my eldest daughter who was 22 years old, and Yasmin who was 20 years old. Thanks to the company’s help, they can move school smoothly. They still need some time to adapt to their new environment though. I’m your typical housewife, my hobbies are cooking and gardening.”

“Do you like this house, Layla? May I call you Layla?” Fred asked.

“Yes.” She answered yes to his two questions. “I like the house, but I’m quite used to the neighborhood.”

“Ah, you must feel quite disturbed by Jeff. He likes to party a lot. But trust me, Jeff is a good man. You should try to join his party once, and you will know how a nice man he is, those he invited always come home with a load of money and a happy smile on their face. Anyway, forget about Jeff. Do you have any trouble cleaning the house? This house is quite big. Previously, I had a professional team of maids and butlers who would help clean this house. Because you are coming to live here, I gave them another job temporarily, considering your family may feel uncomfortable with them. But if you want, I can tell them to help you manage these places once again. You don’t need to pay them even a cent, because they are already on my payroll.”

Layla contemplated for a moment. Yes, this house is too big for me to clean alone, just look at the pool. I can’t clean it by myself. If we have someone who knows how to clean every nook and cranny of this house, it will be perfect, but will my husband agree? Mr. Fred said there were also some butlers. Jamil may complain if there is a group of unknown men working in this house while I am home alone.

“I do like to, but I think I need to discuss it with my husband. I worried that he wouldn't want other unknown men to work in this house while I am alone.” Layla answered and told the man his worry.

“I will talk with your husband later. For now, how about I will let the maid come back to help you tomorrow? As for the men, I will tell them to stand by and be ready on call. So, whenever you need them, you can call them.”

“Thank you for the arrangement, Mr. Fred. I think it’s the best way.”

“You deserve it. As you live here, you need to start thinking of yourself as those upper class ladies. Anyway, I think it’s time to show you the interesting stuff I promise you.”

Huh? I didn’t see him preparing anything aside from taking his phone out. No, it is not a phone, it looks like it, but I think it isn’t a phone, what with the antenna and buttons? It is more like a fancy remote with a screen. Well, whatever, I want to see what he has in store for me.

“Let’s drink up.” The man told her.

Layla was confused but still did as he asked, she lifted her glass and brought it to her lip to drink the water.

She was hearing a static buzz and then a click like you change an old tv channel with a remote before she drank it.

Her eyes widened in shock, what she drank didn’t taste like mineral water, but something else, something strong, a complex combination of spicy, bitter, sweet, and astringent flavor that assaulted her taste bud and throat. It was hard to swallow liquor, and she almost reflexively spurted it out if she didn't want to keep her manner in front of Fred.

What am I drinking? Layla wondered as she finally gulped the liquor down.

“So, do you like the taste of your first vodka, Layla? It’s quite daring of you that you directly try something with high **** content like vodka for a first-time drinker. I really admire your resolve to show me that you have what it takes to be a high-class lady of Las Vegas.”

What did he say? Vodka? High **** content? Layla looked at the table and saw a bottle of vodka, already half empty on the table. It wasn’t there before. Wasn’t she only bringing two glasses of water back?

She heard those soft buzzes in her ear again.

Layla burped. The taste of liquor in her mouth was stronger than before. In her hand wasn’t her glass but an empty vodka bottle.

Fred clapped, “Congratulations, Layla, I believe you will do well as a lady of Vegas. You chug the bottle and empty its contents like it is just normal mineral water. Does your husband know that you're an alcoholic, Layla?”

Layla was still confused. The man worded his sentence like it was a fact that she was an alcoholic and not a question whether she was an alcoholic. She couldn’t be an alcoholic; she was a devoted Muslim. Being alcoholic was against her religion teaching.

“No, I’m not —”

Layla heard another soft buzz in the background before she could complete her sentence. She suddenly felt light-headed, and forgot to continue her word.

“You are not an alcoholic? Don’t think of me as a child you can fool, Layla. You might be able to fool your husband and hide behind your veil of religion, but I’m a person with discerning eyes. You drink that vodka like someone who used to drink a lot, not someone who just tried vodka for the first time. Let me guess, you are drinking in your spare time when you are home alone so nobody can see your deed, and with how you can hold your liquor, as long as you are not going overboard, you can hide the proof that you are drinking ****. Smart girl. Am I right?” Fred deducted.

Layla was going to open her mouth to reply to him and deny the allegation but another buzz and she was blushing and ashamed. The memories of her drinking countless beer and wine when she was home alone surfaced in her mind. It was a vivid memory, so she didn’t doubt that it wasn’t her memory. She was a drinker, and she was trying to hide it from anyone. She thought she could fool anyone with her act. “Yes. You are right, I love to drink some liquor in my spare time when I’m home alone.”

“No wonder that you agreed with my statement that religious rules are so restrictive. You are a bad girl behind your veil, poor thing you need to hide your true self when your family is around. I bet you aren’t as devoted to religion as you look, you think your hijab is only a fashion and doesn't have any deeper meaning aren’t you? It’s a tool for you to deceive everyone around to make them think you are a good religious devoted lady. Am I right again?”

Bzz...Bzz…

The Muslimah felt that she lost something important inside her but at the next moment, she felt she was filled with something else that made her feel excited and happy. She no longer worried about the thing she lost.

A bad girl sneer appeared on Layla’s face, “You know how it is. It can’t be helped, I need to act like a good Muslim woman and wife around my family. I love my husband, and he would probably be saddened if he knew what I did when home alone.”

“Love, huh? Well, we need to do something about it.”

“What do you mean?” Layla was puzzled.

“You know, the first time I saw your photo from your husband. I know I need to get my hand on you and make you my fuckdoll,” Fred said frankly.

“What did you say!?” Layla tried to confirm what she heard. She had a deep frown on her face after hearing the offensive words.

“I like to mold you to my perfect fuckdoll, but let’s make you forget what I said.”

Bzz…Bzz...

Layla’s expression softened. She had forgotten why she was feeling angry and so worked up in the first place.

“Sorry, what are we talking about again? I usually not feeling this light headed, maybe the wine is quite stronger than what I used to have”

“I said, I will help you to be the classy decadent lady of Vegas as you want to be, and worry not, I will talk with your husband so he will understand your choice. If he truly loves you, he wouldn’t make a fuss over you being what you truly are.”

Am I truly wanting to come out as alcoholic and embrace this decadence like he said?

Bzz…Bzz...

That buzzing sound again. It makes it hard to concentrate, what is it anyway?

Bzz…Bzz...

Layla blinked several times. Her thoughts were no longer distracted. “Thank you, Mr. Fred. I’m waiting for your guidance, make me classy lady of Vegas.”

Fred has a big grin on his face. “First lesson, my help isn’t free. But don’t worry money isn’t what I want. This is also your first lesson, a lady of Vegas knows how to trade sexual favors for what they want.”

“I understand.” Layla moved toward Fred, and kneeled before him. The act of kneeling before the man felt so natural for her, but when she fished out the man’s dick, Layla finally felt wrong and had a second thought.

No, he wasn’t my husband, I shouldn’t suck his cock. This is wrong. I don’t want to cheat on my husband.

Bzz…Bzz…

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