Ahmed and the Coeds

Ahmed believed in the American dream. He grew up in a rigid, conservative country where everything was tightly controlled, from government to morality to style of dress. He enjoyed freedom--not so much political freedom, which didn't interest him terribly--but freedom to go and do what he pleased when he pleased.

Ahmed was also shocked by the very different attitudes about sex compared to his old home. He was surprised at how easily available graphic pornography was. And, living in a town with a large liberal arts college, he was amazed at how provocatively the young women dressed and acted. One of his favorite activities was to go to the coffee house and watch the beautiful young women walk by. He would fantasize that they could be his. A few times he built up enough courage to talk to some pretty young woman, but at best he would get a few polite words before they gathered their things and left. Sometimes they didn't even acknowledge his existence.

Ahmed began to form a plan. He gathered his life savings and secured a down payment on an old house just off campus. It was run down and in need of extensive renovations. For months, Ahmed worked hard to make the house attractive. He turned the main floor into a wonderful three-bedroom apartment, and built a second shabbier bachelor unit in the basement for himself.

Ahmed finished the renovations just before the school year started again, and began posting advertisements looking for tenants. He settled on: "Nice house for three nice girls!" He received a number of offers, but wasn't satisfied with any of the prospective tenants: he wanted real beauties.

One rainy day, Ahmed was in his favorite coffee shop watching the girls. Just then three beautiful blonds came in. They ordered their drinks, and sat down at the table next to his. Their wet clothes clung to their breasts. Ahmed took an immediate interest in them, but they didn't notice him.

"Ah can't believe it," one said in a southern drawl. "Ah can't believe we can't find a place to live."

"It is only the week before school," said another in a thick Swedish accent. "It will be hopeless!"

The third smiled at her friends. "Hey, don't give up, something will turn up!" she said with a dazzling smile. "Something fabulous!" Her friends gave her a skeptical glance.

"Excuse me," Ahmed said softly. The girls turned to look at him impatiently. "I have a three bedroom apartment to rent, if you would like to see it..."

One week later, the girls had moved in upstairs and were admiring their new home. Ahmed was down in the basement and jumped when he heard one of the girls call out.

"Come look at this!" exclaimed Sheena Kidd, the bubbly idealist. The other two girls joined her in the bathroom. "This shower is big enough for all of us to fit in it... at the same time!"

Katja Peaken, the Swedish girl, laughed. "Did you see the hot tub on the back patio? I always wanted one of those!"

Carrie Ann Lucan shook her head in disbelief. "Ah can't believe the price we pay!"

"It's absolutely perfect!" Sheena sighed.

"Ah can't help but feel bad for Akmad," added Carrie Ann. "Ah feel like we're takin' advantage of him!"

What the girls didn't realize was that Ahmed was getting much more than just rent money. He was listening to the girls, and watching them. In fact, he was recording everything that transpired from within their home through a series of tiny cameras carefully hidden throughout the residence. He even had a secret chamber in the middle of the house (a "support beam", he would tell them, though they never did ask) from which he could personally watch the girls in their bedrooms and even in the shower. As they talked, Ahmed observed from the other side of the wall... only a couple of feet away.

"Well, it is our first night together!" Katja announced. "What shall we do?"

The two Americans shared a fiendish smile.