Vegas Changes: Arabian Delight Chapter 2 Part 2

Meanwhile, on the other side of the town. Yasmin stood in front of a big mansion. She still had her doubts why her mom told her to come to this place. Just from the size of the house alone, she knew that the owner of the house was entirely level than her family. She also never heard that they had relatives in Vegas, but her mom told her to visit Uncle Fred. Never expecting that this mysterious ‘Uncle Fred’ was a super wealthy man.

Did mom just sell me to a filthy rich bastard? Yasmin thought and then shook her head. No, mom is too goody two shoes for that.

Her daze was broken when the door opened and a woman in a graceful maid outfit walked out.

“Uhm…my mom, tell me to go to this place to meet Uncle Fred,” Yasmin said her purpose to the maid.

“You must be Yasmin then. Follow me, Master Fred has been waiting for you.” replied the maid.

Yasmin followed the maid. After passing through a long hallway and a few rooms, the two of them arrived in front of Fred’s study room.

The maid knocked on the door gently.

“Master, I bring Miss Yasmin here as you ordered.”

“Come in,” said Fred from inside the room.

Yasmin observed Fred as she entered the room. From her impression, the man doesn't look like a sleazy pervert but a nice gentleman. He was slightly older than her parents.

As Yasmin observed Fred, the man also did the same to her. Yasmin had light brown skin like her mother. Fred could see a bit of a resemblance to Layla in her. She was also blessed with big tits as her mom, not as big as her mom though, if her mom was 36DD, Yasmin was around 36C. It looked perfect in her small frame. Unlike her mother, she didn’t wear a hijab veil, and let her curly black hair free.

Fred had heard a little detail about Yasmin from Layla, and he knew that the girl was the rebellious one among her family.

“Uhm...My mother sent me here, but I don’t know the reason, or what I need to do here,” Yasmin frankly said to the man.

“Please have a seat, I will tell you the reason why your mom sent you here. Camilla, you can wait outside the room until I call you back, I want to have some private discussion with Miss Yasmin here.” Fred instructed.

“Yes, Master.” The blonde maid then went out of the room, leaving only the two inside.

“So, can you tell me why I had been sent here, sir?”

“Call me Uncle Fred, your parents have been quite close to me.”

“Fine, can you tell me why my mom sent me here to meet you, Uncle Fred?”

“Don’t be hasty. Let this uncle be a good host first. Do you want tea or milk?”

“Tea.”

Fred walked toward the corner of the room, there was a pitcher of tea ready, He poured the tea into two glasses, and brought them back. He handed one to her and kept one for himself.

Yasmin didn’t drink it directly, but smelled the scent first to determine whether it smelled like tea or something funny was added.

Of course, her action was easily noticeable by Fred.

“Do you think I will **** you, girlie? I don’t need to **** you to get you, girl. There’s nothing to worry about this drink. Let me show you,” Fred drank the tea in his glass in one gulp.

The room was silent for a few minutes until Fred broke the awkwardness. “See, no poison, no sleeping ****.”

“I’m sorry for my rudeness,” Yasmin apologized. She knew that she was in the wrong with this one. She was a rebellious girl but not a mannerless girl.

She then proceeded to drink the tea. It felt like tea at the start, but then the taste changed suddenly. It became sour with a little sweet flavor in it, and it made her throat felt hot.

Bzz…Bzz…

Yasmin didn’t notice the buzzing sound, all her attention was taken by the weird flavor in her mouth.

This isn't tea. It felt like I was drinking a beer. no…not beer, it tastes like wine.

She put down her glass, and saw a half empty wine bottle on the table. Was it there before?

“You are just like your mom, a reckless drinker that is quickly hooked on ****. The alcoholic blood seems to run in your family despite your religion. How is the wine?” Fred asked

“It’s better than any cheap beer and wine I got before.”

Unbeknownst to her family, the 20 years old girl had tasted a few beers and wines long before this meeting. Her religion forbade her to drink liquor, but Yasmin was the type that the more you restrict her, the more she wanted to try.

“Oh, this isn’t your first rodeo it seems, your response is too mild compared to your mother. As expected of the black sheep of the family,” Fred remarked.

“I don’t consider it a compliment, Uncle. Now, can you tell me why my mom sent me here?”

“An interview. I had some job openings in mind, and asked your mother whether she had a candidate to fill. Your mother said that maybe you and your sister can fill it.”

“What kind of job?”

“To be my fucktoy,” Fred answered with a straight face.

Yasmin instantly enraged as she heard Fred answer, “You are crazy. I’m out here!”

She didn’t give Fred a chance to explain and stormed toward the door.

Bzz...Bzz...

Yasmin blinked her eyes, she recalled that she was storming out toward the door, but here she was, sitting calmly on her seat. Was it just my imagination?

“Good, you aren’t storming out in rage after hearing my answer, it seems you are interested in the job opening,” Fred said.

Am I? But If I dislike it, I would already storm out of the room in rage like he said. Yasmin finally nodded.

“Tell me what the perk of being your fucktoy,” Yasmin inquired. She still couldn’t believe that she just said the word fucktoy out loud.

“Perk? You will be well-fed and well-fucked. You also will not worry about clothes because I will be the one who provides it or you will not be in any clothes at all.”

The more she heard about his answer, the more she wanted to storm out of the room, but there seemed to be a **** that kept her seated in place.

“Do you have any food you prefer? I will provide them for you so you could get it anytime you like,” Fred continued to ask her.

Before Yasmin could answer, she finally noticed the soft buzzing sound in the background.

“I don’t have a favorite food, but I have a favorite sauce, which is a man’s cum. It will be great if you provide me with a meal coated in cum. I can’t get them at home, so that is a delicacy I always miss and want more.”

The fuck am I saying? Why did I tell him that? For god’s sake, I never eat man’s cum. Yasmin was stunned. No, that is not right, how could I say it is my favorite sauce if I never taste one. Yasmin licked her lips. She recalled the taste of cum, it felt that it was just on the tips of her tongue. She remembered it now. It’s not like she never ate man’s cum. It had been too long since the last time she ate cum, so she forgot the details, but she did once, and the taste forever imprinted in her tongue.

“Delicacy coated in cum? Glad that is something I could provide a lot for you. So, do we have a deal?”

Yasmin shook her head to Fred’s surprise. “Not so fast, Uncle Fred. I’m not a naive girl that you can trick with just offering me cum like offering a baby a candy. I want to know what kind of fucktoy I will be, and my job description.”

“That’s fair. It will be easier to give a demonstration rather than describe it with words. Camilla, come in.” Fred called the maid who stood in wait outside the room.

The graceful maid entered the room.

“What’s your order Master?” The blonde maid asked.

“Just stood there.”

Fred finally showed the remote he hid in his pocket. He quickly clicked a few buttons.

Camilla who was once dressed in modest uniform like Victorian maid was now dressed in a much skimpier French maid outfit made for Porn star. Her eyes full of intelligence were now vacant and devoid of said intellect. Drool began to escape from her red lipstick coated lips.

“Actually, at first I thought to make you a Brainless Bimbo fucktoy. You will be in eternal bliss of fucking. Your job is only to fuck me or someone I tell you to fuck. But I changed my mind, it is too much waste to make you a bimbo. So, I will give you a few choices.”

Fred clicked another button, and Camilla’s appearance changed again. This time, her costume entirely transformed to something else. She was wearing a black hijab, and veil mask. Only her eyes could be seen. But aside from her headscarf, her appearance wasn’t modest at all, she was wearing a belly dancer costume, with a bra barely hiding her tits. The intelligence in Camilla’s eyes was back, but she now looked at Fred with adoration and zealotry.

“Second one is what I call Eastern Exotic fucktoy. You will still get some of your intelligence, but aside from fucking, there a need to entertain me with dance. You will also worship me instead of your god. Hence I sometimes also call this the heretic-play fucktoy.”

Fred didn’t stop, and changed Camilla again. The hijab vanished, replaced with a latex hood. The belly dancer costume was now just a tight waist cincher. Her footwear was changed into ballet boots with **** heels.

“Third one is stress relief fuckdoll. As it name, your job will be my stress relief, this is not limited to fucking. Sometimes you will need to take a beating. Worry not, you will also be a painslut that will love the beating. All the hospital and recovery will be covered by me. Being a stress relief fuckdoll, you will still have your intelligence. I love to see when someone feels scared over the upcoming beating but yet still craves it. For that, you need to be aware and not dumb as rock.”

Fred still continued, “and last…”

Camilla changed once more. This time she was wearing a purple skimpy tube top, a faux fur bolero, a red miniskirt, and thigh high boots. Her face was full of new piercings that came out of nowhere. Her shiny blonde hair that she put in a professional bun was now a purple side-shaved punk style. Her body was also decorated with a few new vulgar tattoos.

“The rebellious punk whore. You will not work in this mansion, but you will work on the street. You will be a troublemaking streetwalker, making money for me. Worry not, I will get the police out of your sight, and I will still give you the perk of your job like providing you a meal coated in cum. I will also give you an allowance in turn. If you pick this one, you probably still retain most of your personality, but I might push it to the ****.”

“How can you do that?” Yasmin asked in fear.

“I will spare you the details, but long story short, I have the power with this remote in my hand. So which one will you pick? Bimbo, heretic, painslut, or troublemaking whore? If you don’t choose, I will make a choice for you.”

_What to choose. _Yasmin’s mind weighed every choice she had.

To be continued in the next chapter.

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