Sold

by K. Lyn

  Cheri awoke to the aroma of fresh pancakes and looked up to see her Prince Charming preparing breakfast just for her. “Good morning,” she said sleepily.

  “Breakfast is served,” Jav declared, with a smile as brilliant as the stars. He had planned a wonderful day for the two of them, but Cheri wondered about the others.

  “Where are the other women?”

  With yet another dazzling smile, Jav gently touched her cheek. “Sometimes it is not our place to ask.”

  Cheri felt like a child at the reprimand, but she took it in stride. After all, she was a stranger in this man’s land and she had freely chosen to be a part of the exchange program. After a delicious breakfast, Jav’s surprise was waiting for them outside the door. He had arranged for a horse drawn sleigh to take them to Neuschwanctein Castle. Cheri had seen only photographs of the fairy tale castle but she had never dreamed of going there one day. The photos were magnificent and she couldn’t wait to see the original located high above the alpine slopes. Unfortunately, her fairytale dream would have to wait. It had snowed heavily the night before, making it too treacherous to travel the winding roads up the mountain slopes. Instead, Jav took Cheri around the foothills of Neuschwanctein Castle to Hohenschwangau Castle. Covered in thick blankets of fur, they set off around the mountain with two strong black horses pulling the sleigh. As they went, Cheri was reminded of the winter scene in the old Doctor Zhivago movie, where Omar Sharif and Julie Christie rode a similar horse drawn sleigh on the Russian steppes.

  After their brief tour of the German countryside, before she knew it, Cheri was being driven once again in a luxurious limousine, this time to Switzerland whereupon arriving in the sparkling city of Lucerne they were joined by the others. The group of ten was greeted with grace and beauty by the hotel staff at the historical Chateau Gütsch where they stayed for a couple of nights. The views from the magnificent hotel, situated high above a hill overlooking the city, were breathtaking, and Cheri felt safe with the strong arms of Jav around her. She was wined and dined in the finest restaurants. She wondered where Jav was getting the massive amounts of money he was spending and if he were being paid by the exchange program to escort her to these magnificent places.

  After touring Lucerne, Jav and Cheri proceeded to Chalet Marmont for a late afternoon frolic at the hot springs. Cheri had never done anything like that, but Jav seemed at home moving through the waters completely naked. It felt good, if a little naughty, and Cheri began to relax in the warmth of the springs. The property was very private, sitting high above a mountain on an elegant piece of land secluded by tall fir and pine trees. Guests were ensured privacy at all times, if that was what they wished, and it was obvious that some did not. The steamy hot water was sensually titillating on Cheri’s naked skin even though the air temperature was below freezing. By chance or design, two naked men who were obviously together surprised them as they enjoyed the springs. Cheri dipped deep into the water but then realized that the two men probably were not interested in her. They were without a doubt a couple. They spoke to Jav in German and Cheri could catch only a phrase or two due to the speed at which they were speaking. The men soon left and Jav informed Cheri that they had been invited to a party, an invitation that he would not turn down. “Come on,” he said, as he took her by the hand and led her out of the water. It was a little unsettling to Cheri how comfortable Jav was with being naked, but she knew that things were different in Europe than they were in America.

  As she dressed for the party, Cheri thought about Jav. His body was that of a Greek god, his eyes sparkled like the blue skies over the mountains, and he could do things with his mouth that made Cheri’s toes curl. Her clothes had been laid out for her, though she didn’t know if that had been Jav’s doing or someone else’s. She had thought that she would be stuck in stuffy classrooms as part of the exchange program, but so far it was like an extended vacation, filled with lavish events, not to mention earth shattering orgasms.

  The party that night kicked off with an erotic massage demonstration by naked models. A sexy mustached masseur began sensually massaging a blonde girl while aromatic incense, candles, and massage oils filled the air with exotic smells. As their sensual rubbing progressed, the demonstration soon transformed into an all out erotic event. Cheri turned to Jav to see his reaction, but he kissed her, intoxicated by the aromas and encouraged by the uninhibited display of sensual sexuality. When Cheri came up for air, she noticed that the party had quickly become a metrosexual orgy. There were heterosexual couples, bisexual groups, homosexual couples, and lesbian lovers everywhere, not caring who witnessed their copulations. Cheri wondered why Jav had brought her here. She had not quite figured him out yet. He didn’t try to engage anyone in sex, nor did he try to have sex with her at the party. He simply took her by the hand and led her from one coupling or group of couplings to another. It was around two in the morning by the time they had finally returned to the hotel.

  “Why did you take me there?” Cheri demanded, feeling none too shy.

  “It is my duty to escort you to many events, mon Cheri.”

  “But that wasn’t a cultural event. It was a sex party. I mean, I don’t judge, but if you wanted sex we could have stayed here.”

  Jav chose his words very carefully. “Local customs vary from culture to culture and what is considered a cultural event varies as well.” He wanted to say much more, but he was forbidden to do so. “Get some sleep, Cheri. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

  Her sleepy eyes lit up. “Why? Where are we going?”

  Jav simply smiled and turned out the light.

  The following day the two of them departed to a destination known to Jav but not to Cheri. The jet they boarded was luxurious, to say the least, but it did not make up for the secrecy surrounding Jav and the exchange program.

  “Who owns this jet?”

  “The exchange program.” That was the only response that Jav was allowed to voice.

  It was a long flight and Cheri grew weary. She and Jav were seated in their own private cubicles with every amenity, but it didn’t replace human contact. She was exhausted and slept a little, and she was startled when the door to her cubicle opened and Jav took her by the hand.

  “Where are we?”

  “We are in Dubai, mon Cheri.”

  “Dubai, why?”

  “Come with me.”

  Waiting for them was a highly polished black and white flying machine with three golden stripes dividing the center of its elegant body. The pilot and his assistant were already firing up the engine as their helicopter descended in the nearby air field. Male and female uniformed attendants welcomed them aboard the luxurious jet. Smaller than the previous airliner, this jet reflected its owner’s elegance. Cheri had not yet met the owner, but Jav assured her that she would meet him very soon. The crew performed their task excellently on behalf of their wealthy employer. As soon as the luggage was loaded and Cheri and Jav were once again seated in the lap of luxury, the short journey began. Before they knew it, the flight attendants requested that they fasten their seat belts as the plane descended into Abu Dhabi airport.

  Cheri was growing accustomed to luxurious surroundings. A golden Rolls Royce was at their service when they descended from the jet. The chauffeur had gotten out of the car and he held the doors open for them to step inside. Cheri was tired from the long journey despite its luxuriousness, and there was an hour yet to go. A boring trek, there was nothing around them but heat and sand. Cheri had never been interested in visiting the Middle East, but she supposed that it was all a part of the exchange program. As they were driven toward a palatial mansion, a Romanesque fountain in the center of a huge manmade lake welcomed them. The Rolls stopped and several manservants appeared to carry their luggage to the guest mansion that Jav and Cheri would share. The expansive property consisted of a palatial building where the Master, who Cheri would meet later, and his male entourage lived, large tennis and squash courts, and numerous guest houses. The guest mansio
n reserved for Jav and Cheri was air conditioned to Cheri’s relief, with a spacious sitting room, a large bedchamber, a dining area, and adjoining bathrooms with spa facilities. Beside the huge bath and shower areas were a wet and a dry sauna. Outside the bedroom was a secluded dip pool in the indoor courtyard where residents could relax in private. Once again, Cheri had stepped into the lap of luxury and she wondered where all the money was coming from.

  Early the next morning Cheri was awakened by a servant who insisted upon bathing her. “I…I can do it myself.” The servant seemed angry with her and spoke in a language which Cheri did not understand. Fearful of upsetting Jav more than anyone, she relented. Afterward she was served breakfast. Jav was not afforded a private bathing, but he did join Cheri for breakfast.

  “Cheri, you must not resist the gifts.”

  “What gifts?”

  “The gifts of your personal servant…the bathing.”

  Somehow she knew that Jav had been told. She lowered her head and said nothing. As soon as they had finished eating, a manservant led them to meet the Master. He wasn’t wearing what Cheri had imagined. No long robe or headdress was seen. He was dressed in a polo shirt and shorts. He looked like an American. He was much younger than Cheri would have imagined, too, his youthful body toned and very nice. He was sexy. Jav watched Cheri’s response to the man, hoping that she would find him attractive. The Master greeted them warmly as a manservant served them drinks. As the sun was high overhead, they went inside the main house, assembling in a large living room in the main mansion, and waited for their host to begin speaking.

  “Who have you brought, Jav?”

  Jav spoke on Cheri’s behalf, introducing her as a foreign exchange student on a mission to learn Arabian culture and traditions. Cheri gave him an awkward glance, but said nothing. She had not been informed that the program was designed especially for Middle Eastern culture. She was told that she would be studying many cultures. Feeling Cheri’s look of scorn upon him, Jav suggested a tour if it was not too much trouble. The Master understood quite well the surprise in Cheri’s eyes. He had seen the look before. He took them to the roof of the main building where an Olympic sized pool and a well equipped workout facility was located. “You can use these at any time,” he said, looking at Cheri. She was introduced to her physical trainer, though she didn’t understand why she would need one. He was a nice looking Italian man whose accent made her melt. Three large comfortable day beds surrounded the rooftop swimming pool deck. These were used mainly for the Master’s business soirées and private functions. As this was explained, Cheri wondered if the private functions were sex parties in disguise.

  A few days after Cheri and Jav had been at the Master’s house, Cheri was finally settling in and trying to learn the culture when Jav informed her that they would perform at a special party for the Master and his friends.

  “Perform? I’m not a performer.”

  Jav smiled, just as he had done when she had asked where they were going when their destination had been this place.

  After Cheri had been bathed and dressed once again, Jav escorted her to the main mansion which was filled with guests. The guests were predominantly men, which Cheri had learned was the norm with most Arabian parties. Impeccably groomed and dressed either in traditional Arab clothing or in suits, these were the movers and shakers of the Emirates. As the evening went on, alcohol flowed freely as did the smoking of hookahs. Live musicians played while Jav and Cheri were prepped by their personal servants for their performances. Dancing is what they wanted and Cheri loved to dance. As she danced to the music, Jav stepped aside but not before he had whispered to her to begin undressing. He smiled and stepped away, not giving her a chance to protest. As she stripped down to her silk panties, the men began to throw money onto the stage. Then the music ceased and Cheri sat down to catch her breath. She had charmed the men with her blondish brown waves and her big blue eyes, flirting with them and seducing them with her eyes. She learned from Jav that one of the men had won her for a night. She looked at him in disbelief.

  “What?”

  “Shh.” Looking toward the winning bidder, he said, “He was the highest bidder.”

  Cheri thought about refusing, but to do so would mean that her time abroad would be terminated and she would be required to pay the remainder of the amount of money that the exchange program was spending on her behalf. She had agreed to this when she signed on the dotted line, but nowhere had the exchange program detailed this type of activity. Vague at first, the rules were becoming clearer to her every day.

  By the time the guests had bade the Master farewell, Cheri was soaking in a luxurious bath. Jav entered and she reached out to him, expecting a night of romance and love. But that was not why he had come. The man who had bid the highest for her now summoned her to his suite.

  Apprehensively, Cheri knocked on the door of a burly Arab gentleman. Directing her into his beautifully decorated living room, he told her to wait as he proceeded to inform his Master that she had arrived. A suave man in his early thirties entered wearing a white bathrobe. His English was perfect and before she knew it her bidder was tickling her nose with the tip of his tongue before savoring her delicate lips. She had seen only the burly man when she danced and had expected to be with him tonight and not the Master, but this god of a man was not what she had expected. She wanted this younger sexier man she knew only as Master. As quickly as he had taken her for the kiss, he released her and showed her to a comfortable sofa before he sat down beside her.

  He smiled at her. “You are an excellent dancer. I have asked Jav to join us.”

  Cheri thanked him for the compliment and then kept silent, not knowing if she was to respond to his statement. She looked up and Jav was standing in the doorway smiling at her. The Master bent toward her neck and inhaled her sensual aroma deeply, as if savoring the sweetness of a spring flower. Gently nibbling her earlobes, he eased his thirsty lips down her neck before sinking in his pearly fangs as if drawing delicious nectar like a honey bee. Intoxicated by the Master’s vampire-like kiss, Cheri felt shocks of electric currents vibrate down her arching spine. French kisses filled her as the Master’s desires rendered her helpless. Laying her down on the loveseat, the Master’s obsessive glare stirred her longing for his manhood. Willingly she surrendered to the moment. The Master’s erection was full and he entered her there on the loveseat while Jav watched. Cheri knew he was watching and this was new to her, but she couldn’t stop her lover. She wanted him to fuck her hard and she wanted to scream her pleasure. As they merged into sexual unity, Jav sat and watched as if an erotic video had been switched to the on position. Seduced by the tantalizing nakedness of Cheri, his own manhood began to grow as if drawn into the erotic realm which Cheri and the Master now shared. Nothing but lustful releases could satisfy their overwhelming genital hunger. Cheri screamed her pleasure again and again, and as the Master fucked her she watched Jav in his masturbatory quest for his own pleasurable release.

  The following day Cheri was informed that a wealthy Prince had also been impressed by her performance, though he had chosen not to bid for her. Her face turned a shade of red from embarrassment and she waited for the Master to continue. “His Highness wishes to see you. He is visiting this Saturday. You will spend time with him?”

  It was a question, but Cheri knew that in reality it was a command. “Yes, sir. At you service, sir.”

  “His Highness will be here in the early evening and will be staying the night. I will summon you and Jav when you are required.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Keep this conversation confidential, will you?” Again, it was not a question.

  “I will, Sir,” Cheri replied.

  When Saturday arrived, it was without pronouncement or fanfare. An ordinary day but no ordinary meeting was scheduled for Cheri and his Royal Highness. He had requested her company, an ordinary woman, and it was exciting and frightening at the same time. Cheri was dressed in an ornate gown of th
e finest fabric on the evening of the Prince’s visit. When the summons came to go to the oasis garden, the setting sun was a fiery shade of opal against the emerging darkness over the dunes like glimmering jewels on the tranquil desert-scape. A group of musicians was already playing symphonic melodies welcoming guests and the host to a night of jubilation. Cheri had not expected anything like this, but the celebration had begun.

  Seated in his place of honor, The Prince smiled when he saw Cheri. As the men and their entourage conversed in indiscernible Arabic, she was led to a seat next to his Royal Highness. She sat demurely, waiting to be told what to do. She noticed that Jav stood only a short distance away, watching, as if he expected something bad to happen to her, but nothing did. As dinner progressed with an abundance of liquor and wine consumption, the party’s conversation transformed from sensual nuances to sexual ribaldry. Though Cheri did not understand the topic of their conversations, their body language spoke a million syllables. After dinner the men sat around the campfire for liqueur, desserts, and an evening of entertainment.

  The Prince made no secret that he was taking Cheri to his private quarters that night. Leaving the inebriated men, he stood and escorted his trophy from the garden.