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“I'm not a super-fit beauty like Alison.” Riya gestures gracefully at her companion. “With her ripe curves, blonde hair and fair skin, she looks like a princess. Now look at me, I'm flat and plain.” It's true that Riya does not have the classic 'girl-next-door' look of my former lover, but she had her own exotic kind of beauty and Alison thinks so too.

“You look amazing, Riya; a slender Eastern maiden with golden skin and great coal-black eyes.” Alison gives her a little hug from behind, “Like the Pasha's sexy daughter out of 1001 Arabian nights.” Riya apparently is not interested in a royal pedigree; she turns her attention back to me, her dark eyes finding mine nervously.

“What do you think, Mr. Patterson?” Riya gestures gracefully at herself, “Are you interested in a skinny, dark-skinned native girl to order around?” Under normal circumstances I would never have approved of this kind of racially charged language, but standing behind Riya, Alison meets my eyes and nods her head slowly and deliberately.

“That's exactly what I'm looking for, Riya, as long as she does what I say without a fuss.” The slender young woman's shudder validates Alison's silent nod.

“I don't have any experience, Mr. Patterson.” Riya's eyes drop and I'm not sure if she is talking about her skills as a maid or in bed. Maybe both.

“I'm willing to teach you -” I begin but see Alison shake her head as soon as the words start coming out of my mouth, “and punish you if you are slow to learn.” Alison's shake turns into a nod of approval, and I hear Riya's soft gasp as her hands land on the table and fingers clutch at the tablecloth.

“That's not fair, Mr. Patterson.” Riya's half-hearted protest comes out as a soft moan.

“The world isn't always fair, Riya.” I keep my voice low and firm, “haven't you learned that these past few weeks?” The way the young Indian woman's slender shoulders slump and I know she's at the point of surrender. Climbing from my seat I take her small hand in mine and pull her close to where I am standing so I can keep my voice low enough that none of the other patrons can overhear what I'm saying.

“If you accept this deal, I'm going to be in absolute control. Your Master in every way. Do you understand?” It is clear Riya does understand, her hand is trembling in my grip and her breathing is rapid and shallow.

“I don't have a choice, do I?”

“Not really.” I keep my voice low so the other diners don't hear, “You're out of time and money and on a student visa, so you can't get a real job.” I growl. “It's me or some lucky pimp from the city who's going to end up with a new young filly in his stables.” This is clearly bullshit, but the threat is real enough that Riya has a reason to accept her new fate.

“Speaking of that, you are still a student.” I warn her, “I'll be checking on your grades too. In the morning, I expect you to be the perfect Westernized exchange student, but when you get back after classes you are going to be ... how did you put it? Oh yes. a dark-skinned native girl to serve as my personal housemaid.”

Behind Riya, I see Alison lick her lips in anticipation. I can't wait to get a chance to find out what she and Riya talked about when they were off together in the lady's room.