“She must be the leader of the harem,” Billy Ann snickered to Debbie.
“I am sorry to bother you,” the leader of the group says politely. She is dressed in silver, unlike the other girls who all have outfits in bright colors.
“It is really no problem at all,” Debbie reassures her.
“There is someone who requests your presence on the dance floor,” the girl tells her.
“Me?” Debbie asks, pointing at herself.
The girl shakes her head and gestures at Billy Ann.
“I am happy to go, but I won’t leave my friend here alone,” Billy Ann tells her.
The girl nods in agreement, and she leads both woman out onto the center of the dance floor.
The music changes when they arrive, as if the DJ is in on what is about to happen. A fast-paced, rhythmic song with the twang of a sitar in the background begins to play as the harem of veiled girls form a circle around Billy Ann and Debbie. The silver-clad leader disappears suddenly, and the two woman are left alone.
Moving in choreograph, the harem began a sultry dance. They thrust their hips and shook their asses as they moved around the two women in a circle.
Everyone in the bar seemed to have stopped what they were doing to watch the two women who seemed like captive prey.
It was a beautiful dance, captivating and mesmerizing with all of the color and movement. The girls circled closer then farther out and then back closer again. They removed their veils in unison and began rubbing down their hot bodies with the silky scarves, flossing their ass with the thin material.
One of the girls, dressed in green, broke formation and approached Debbie and Billy Ann. She began grinding against the women to the beat. She removed her top, exposing her beautiful coffee-colored breasts with chocolate nipples like Hershey kisses. As she returned to her place in the circle of dancing girls, she spread her arms out wide and shook her shoulders and tits to the music, showing off to the crowd.
Each girl repeated this, one by one. To Debbie and Billy Ann, each one seemed more beautiful than the last. There were eleven girls in total, not counting the girl in silver who had disappeared so suddenly.
The music changed and the women crouched down low on the ground, their now bare tits grazing the dance floor. A hushed murmur passed through the room as the spotlight fell on a mysterious woman that was approaching the center of the dance floor.
She was wearing a traditional Saudi abaya, but instead of black it was made out of a brilliant golden cloth. Her face was covered in a niqab made of the same brilliant gold, and from the slit in the fabric, two beautiful eyes shone. Her eyes were a brilliant green, and she had thick black eyeliner that made them look positively feline.
The circle of girls allowed her to pass, looking at her with adoration.
When she arrived in front of Debbie and Billy Ann, she removed the material covering her head, revealing thick, wavy black hair and the biggest, poutiest lips Debbie had ever seen. Her makeup was flawless, she looked like she had just walked off the catwalk or a cartoon come to life.
“I want you,” she said, pointing to Billy Ann.
She approached Billy Ann, performing a seductive dance similar to the one her harem girls had just done. Although her body was covered up in the golden abaya, Billy Ann could easily make out the voluptuous curves of her hips and her well-padded bubble butt. She had no idea who this woman was, but she was quickly becoming more than just a little curious.
“My name is Amber,” she told Billy Ann as she pulled her close.
The two began a slow, intimate dance, rubbing on each others bodies.
Amber removed her abaya to reveal her beautiful body. Underneath she was wearing no clothes at all, but instead a complicated series of thin gold chains that merged at the back to form a sort of body suit, minus the cloth. Her big tits and her big booty were clear for the entire club to see. Her body was an amazing hourglass of nonstop curves.
The amount of sexual tension in the club is so high it is stifling. The air feels hot and heavy, and Debbie was finding it difficult to breathe as she watched her friend Billy Ann being seduced by this Saudi goddess.
As Amber danced, Debbie saw that one of the gold chains passed through her ass cheeks and pussy lips. It was becoming wetter and wetter as Amber hypnotized Billy Ann with her powerful dance moves. Debbie was becoming quite aroused herself, and she wished she had her own Middle Eastern beauty to get intimate with.
Billy Ann and Amber danced in front of the crowd. Billy Ann had stripped down to her lingerie, and the two were both basically naked grinding it out on the dance floor for a swarm of horny onlookers, including the eleven dancing girls who were now fondling themselves and each other in a wave of ecstasy.
Suddenly, Amber clapped her hands together and the music stopped.
“We must go upstairs,” she told Billy Ann and Debbie.
She led the girls to a private sky box above the dance floor that she owned. From the box, Debbie could see that they had left the crowd in a really sexual mood. There were people straight out fucking on the dance floor, and those that were not already seemed pretty close. The Spread Me girls were running around trying to keep things under control, but more often than not they were getting sucked into the frisky fun themselves.
Inside the sky box, everything was decorated in silver and gold. There were tons of silver and gold candles lighting the room, giving off a sweet and smoky aroma. There was also a private bar, full of top-shelf liquors and elegant jeweled goblets and small shot glasses that appeared to be made of pure gold and diamond.
The girl that had first approached Debbie and Billy Ann, the one that was dressed in silver, now wore a locked collar around her neck. The collar was attached to a long chain that was anchored to the wall next to the bar.
“That is Nala,” Amber told the women. “She is my servant.”
Amber clapped her hands briskly and gestured for Nala to bring the two women a drink.
Debbie saw Nala carefully remove a fancy bottle of tequila. It was made of platinum and white gold and studded with diamonds. The label read Tequila Ley.
“It’s Pasión Azteca, which is one of the most expensive drinks in the world,” Amber told the women with a smile. “A few million just for a single bottle of ultra premium anejo. The diamonds drive the price up, of course.” Amber’s laugh sounded like little bells tinkling in the air. “Of course, the shot glasses aren’t cheap either.”
Nala poured three shots, her metal chain occasionally clinking as she moved. She placed the shot glasses on the bar table, and then she got on all fours, facing upwards. Amber walked over and poured a line of salt on her tight stomach, from her bosom to her belly button, and stuffed half of a lime in Nala’s mouth.
Amber licked off the salt near Nala’s tits, took her shot, grimaced, and then placed her mouth on Nala’s and sucked out some lime juice. “Your turn,” she told the girls. Billy Ann went first, licking the salt just above Nala’s navel and giving her a long passionate kiss to wash away the taste of alcohol. Debbie went last, licking dangerously close to Nala’s private parts and then shoving her tongue desperately in the girl’s mouth to get the last of the lime.
“Pretty smooth,” Debbie said.
The girls sat down on a big leather couch with silver and gold pillows and began to talk.
After a few minutes, Debbie noticed that both her and Billy Ann’s words seemed to be slurring. Her brain seemed slow, it was hard to catch her thoughts.
“There was something in that liquor,” she tried to whisper to Billy Ann, but she could not get the words to come out right. Debbie tried to stand up, but her legs felt like jelly underneath her. She shrugged. There was nothing to do but give into the intoxication and let the drugs work their way out of her system with time.
She saw that Billy Ann and Amber were in a passionate embrace. Amber had mounted Billy Ann and they were making out voraciously. Amber was sucking on Billy Ann’s face and neck, and Debbie knew her frien
d would be covered in small hickies by tomorrow morning. Amber began removing Billy Ann’s bra and panties. Debbie’s friend seemed weakened, but not unhappy with what was happening to her. Amber removed Billy Ann’s shoes last, and began worshipping her feet. She sucked on Billy Ann’s toes and licked her soles from top to bottom. She put each foot between her cleavage and rubbed them with her breasts.
“Such perfect feet,” Amber said, clearly aroused. The girl was squeezing her legs together and bouncing up and down, putting maximum friction on her vagina.
Amber was cleanly waxed, completely bare down below, but the hair on her head was long and thick, running down to her butt cheeks. Debbie admired it with a bit of envy. Her own hair was quite long, but with all the time she spent running around the globe working for Harriet, she had never had time to let it grow past her belly button. She imagined Nala must spend a good hour at least every day combing and caring for Amber’s amazingly long locks. Overcome with interest, Debbie gathered her wits together enough to grab a lock of Amber’s hair, and she marveled at how perfect it was. Smooth and elegant, not a single split end.
Debbie heard the rustling of chains behind her, and she felt Nala approaching and putting her hands on her head. Nala removed Debbie’s hair from its ponytail and began brushing and stroking it, humming a song as she did so.
“You have very beautiful hair, Miss Debbie,” Nala told her. “Almost as beautiful as my mistress’s.”
Nala opened a bottle of sweet smelling oil and applied it to Debbie’s hair. The aroma was intoxicating, and Debbie was already drunk on whatever concoction Nala had given her.
“You drugged us,” Debbie accused in a faint voice.
Nala smiled. “Simply an aphrodisiac, Miss Debbie. My mistress takes it all the time, it hardly eve effects her now. It must be quite potent for you since it’s your first time.”
Nala pushed Debbie’s G-string to the side and began to rub the oil into Debbie’s pussy. Debbie moaned in surprise. She hadn’t realized how hot and wet she was until now. That drug was really doing the trick.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Nala whispered as she thrust her fingers deep inside of Debbie’s eager pussy.
Debbie watched Amber and Billy Ann making love as Nala fingered her.
Amber had taken a silk scarf and tied it over Billy Ann’s eyes as a blindfold. She took an ice cube from the bar and ran it over Billy Ann’s nipples until they were rock hard. Then she began flicking them playfully with her finger and tongue as Billy Ann moaned in delight. After cooling things down, Amber heated them back up. She lit a large, thick silver candle and began dripping wax all over Billy Ann’s tits and stomach. At first, Billy Ann cringed as the hot wax hit her tender skin, but after a while she got used to it and emitted short grunts of pleasure each time the liquid dripped onto her flesh. The candle gave off a sweet smell, much like that of the perfume Nala had used on Debbie. Debbie began to wonder if the candle itself was not letting off some sort of strong aphrodisiac – her head was spinning and her body was sweating and dripping.
Billy Ann allowed Amber to move her onto all fours, and she melted as the beautiful Saudi girl’s tongue darted in and out of her pussy. Amber stuck a finger into Billy Ann’s asshole as she ate her out, thrusting fast and hard. Drugged and unable to hold back, Billy Ann came with a gush of juices.
Amber laughed that same tinkling laugh, and then clapped her hands. Nala quickly removed her hands from Debbie’s pussy, and ran to do her mistresses bidding. Nala went behind the bar and grabbed a solid gold, diamond studded dildo. Debbie watched as Amber licked and sucked the dildo, getting it nice and lubricated. Then she shoved it into Billy Ann’s little asshole, eliciting a scream and another stream of juices. Amber lapped up Billy Ann’s cum like a greedy little kitten, and continued to eat her pussy as she fucked her with the golden dildo.
Debbie felt a tap on her back, and she saw that Nala had returned to her side. She had another sex toy in her hand, this one slimmer and shorter and made out of silver. She slid it inside of Debbie’s soaking wet pussy and licked her clitoris, making sure to give Debbie a good view of Amber and Billy Ann’s fun.
After Debbie had come a few times, Amber requested the silver dildo. She put both dildos inside Billy Ann’s now gaping asshole, and invited Nala and Debbie over to take a closer look. Billy Ann was unable to resist anything that was happening to her because she was still reeling from her drugged tequila, so she took the anal abuse like a true slut. Nala began to pleasure Amber as she stretched open Billy Ann’s ass.
Debbie positioned herself in front of Billy Ann, and had Billy Ann lick her butthole as she got fucked and licked by Amber. It was a slutty sex train and all of the girls were high on powerful Middle Eastern aphrodisiac.
Amber’s harem entered the room, and they joined in on the fun. They kissed, sucked on nipples, slapped asses, and caressed and fondled the four women who were enjoying their magnificent love train. They brought extra toys and vibrators with them, and made sure that all four women had all their holes stuffed to capacity. The screams of pleasure grew so loud they were almost deafening. Debbie had no idea that this was how those seemingly timid Middle Eastern chicks got down.
Billy Ann was in full slut mode, with two dildos in her butt, and a vibrator in her pussy. In addition to the vibrator, the harem girls had brought in a giant plastic dong, and one of the girls dangled it in front of Billy Ann’s face and she was sucking on it furiously. She was covered in cum and sweat. Amber did not want anything to do with any of the other girls – Billy Ann had become her personal play thing. She came as she watched Billy Ann orgasm for the fifteenth or sixteenth time, sweet stickiness dripping down her long legs.
Finally, after all the girls had cum so hard and so much they thought they had literally fucked their brains out, the smoke began to clear and the smell of the aphrodisiac began to wear off. Both Debbie and Billy Ann began to feel their minds clear a little bit, as if coming out of a hazy fog. They saw the harem girls in their bright colors scattered across the room, satisfied and exhausted. Billy Ann was panting softly and beginning to feel a little bit sore as she removed the dildos from her butt. Nala, the only one in the room except Amber who seemed to have any real composure at this point, brought out some comfortable towels and handed them to Debbie and Billy Ann so that they could wipe themselves down. As the girls were cleaning themselves up, they watched Nala give Amber a tongue bath, then cover her body in a sweet smelling shimmering powder before handing her a sheer, silky robe.
Amber cinched the robe around her small waist and stood up. She whispered something into Nala’s ear, and the servant girl ran off. Amber, Billy Ann, and Debbie shared a drink – a glass of water this time with nothing extra put in it. Amber could not take her eyes off of Billy Ann, and although she was polite, Debbie felt like a third wheel. It was clear Amber could hardly even give her the time of day. Debbie really was not used to being treated in this way, but she felt glad that Billy Ann was getting so much attention.
When Nala returned, she had a large black velvet jewelry box in her hand. She handed the box to her mistress, who presented it to Billy Ann.
There was a sparkling, brilliant thirty carat diamond necklace inside of the box. It made the diamond encrusted tequila bottle look positively dull with its sparkle. It was certainly worth a few tens of millions of dollars.
Billy Ann turned pale white, and Debbie could not help but gasp out loud.
“For you,” Amber smiled, holding the box out towards Billy Ann. Billy Ann still seemed dumbfounded, and she made no move to take the box. “I guess I have to put it on you myself then, silly,” Amber said. She took out the necklace and put it around Billy Ann’s neck. “Beautiful,” she declared. “But not as beautiful as you.” She gave Billy Ann a quick peck on the cheek. “Now, give me your cell phone,” she instructed Billy Ann. She took Billy Ann’s cell phone and installed the What’s App application onto the device. Then she copied down Billy Ann’s number, and sent her a message
. She saved her number in Billy Ann’s phone as “Princess Amber.”
“Now we will always have a way to communicate,” Amber winked. “I’m going to save you in my phone as Billy Ann Sexy #1,” she laughed.
All of the sudden the door to the sky box swung open with a thud.
“You will do no such thing,” a gruff voice commanded, snatching the phone out of Amber’s hand. He grabbed Amber hard by the neck and shook her.
“Stop it,” Amber screamed.
“Shut up! You are a stupid slut,” the man screamed in her face, spittle flying everywhere. He smacked Amber hard across the cheeks.
By now, all of the harem girls had woken up and they were staring wide-eyed at the scene in front of them. Nala was cowering in fear behind the bar.
The man who had entered the room was rather short in stature, but he had an air of authority to him. He was dressed in an Alexander Amosu bespoke suit. He had on a bright silk shirt and a matching pocket square. His outfit probably cost more than “Spread Me.” The man’s shoes were polished and without any scuffs, they looked like they were brand new off of the shelf. His hair was slightly curly and slicked back tightly against his head with oil. In one ear gleamed a giant diamond.
“Get the hell out of here,” he barked at the harem girls. They got up quickly and ran out of the run shivering and squealing in fear. They bowed to the man quickly as they passed by him. “And put on some fucking clothes,” he shouted after them.
He found Nala hiding behind the bar. She screamed as he kicked her hard in the face, drawing blood from her nose. “Nala, you stupid bitch. You are supposed to be taking care of Amber for me. How could you let this shit happen?” He stomped down on her fingers hard and Nala burst into tears. He kicked her one more time for good measure, this time in the ass, knocking her over. Then he unlocked her collar and told her to get out. She scampered off in the same direction as the harem girls.
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