Prologue
For the next many hours, Zack didn't have to dream of Leila the belly dancer lying naked beneath his conquering embrace, her supple body dancing them into a horizontal sweaty frazzle. He lived it... and thrice again before dawn. Woken repeatedly by Leila's whimpered pleas, Zack deferred to her specialized dexterity. He allowed Leila to warp his naked body into comfortable poses, bolstered by strategically placed pillows.
Arms, legs and back were simultaneously spread, curved and bowed into ingenious formations liberally exposing his genitals and other erogenous zones to her stimulation. Leila molded her dance sculpted body to Zack's extraordinary contortions. Then she combined her belly dance agility with the wisdom of the Kama Sutra to carry Zack's mind away into orgasmic bliss. Leila's sensuous undulations of tits, cunt and mouth drained Zack's balls while he filled her body and soul with ecstasy. She begged him for more.
Zack's handler Carrie retrieved him just after sunrise, fearing any more time with Leila would put him in the hospital with nervous exhaustion and dehydration.
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Present Day
Zack alighted his limousine at the private airport entrance. He leaned back in to get a parting smooch from his travel mate. Her disheveled hair and clothes were evidence of the rumpus commute they had just enjoyed. A shapely female skycap grabbed his luggage and led him through the small executive terminal out onto the tarmac.
His next ride was waiting, a Gulfstream corporate jet, already fueled and crewed. The tail displayed the royal crest of a Middle Eastern potentate. The cabin door was open and waiting at the top of the stairway was Leila. Zack took a moment to take in the grandeur of the scene and gather his thoughts.
Leila was an oil sheik's grand-daughter and a recent Total Woman Academy graduate. Her father, the Crown Prince, had ascended the throne upon the untimely death of his father. He had summoned Leila back to the kingdom. He needed her assistance with his modernization programs. He dreamed of a grander realm and TWA would play a part in the process. Zack would act as business agent for the scholastic institution.
Leila was also gathering her thoughts, excited about returning to her family and her homeland but sad to leave the land where she had become a Total Woman. Her academics had been exemplary: a degree in Computer Engineering with an emphasis on Cyber-Security. She minored in performance arts, specifically belly dancing. Her gyrating practices added suppleness to her remarkable physical fitness. Her coach tutors used her exotic public presentations as inspiration for erotic private re-enactments. They marveled at her grace, stamina and capacity to extract volumes of ejaculate from her sexual partners.
Zack mounted the steps into her welcoming arms, taking a quick opportunity to survey the voguishly dressed Leila. She chattered a bit, thrilled that he had been chosen by TWA to accompany her home for the negotiations. She looked forward to the long flight where she could get truly reacquainted with her Zodiac travel companion. She got Zack seated for takeoff, seating herself nearby. They were the only passengers. The jet closed up and taxied for takeoff.
At cruising altitude, she excused herself for a moment and returned wearing a silky transparent harem outfit, covering but not concealing her fine physique. She led Zack back to the sequestered rear compartment, furnished with a freakishly familiar multitude of red velvet pillows on the maroon Persian carpet. Zack spent the entire flight huddled naked with Leila as she demonstrated her capacity and expertise in extracting volumes of his ejaculate.
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Sheik Faisal, royal ruler of the kingdom, sat in military uniform at the head of the table. He had just announced to the generals the designation of his first son, seated at his side, as the new Crown Prince and heir apparent. He requested their oaths of allegiance to himself and his designee. 'Request' was a euphemism for 'demand', backed up by the armed palace guards standing at attention along the walls of the conference room. Gaining their unavoidable unanimous agreement, he dismissed the guards and began the meeting.
He assured the generals that their positions and privileges were secure as long as he ruled and they were loyal. He would retain his role as Minister of Defense. But the security forces must modernize.
Gone were the days of desert warfare with tanks and artillery. The fabled weapons of mass destruction would only rain down destruction on themselves. The new battleground was commerce and the weapons needed were the ones deployed in cyber space. And therein, they needed the best and the brightest to retain any chance of international or regional clout. He steeled himself, knowing his next words would ignite a firestorm in his conservative culture.
"You must accept the role of women as capable cohorts in this war." There was the expected rumble of colloquial dissatisfaction. He pressed on.
"The Israelis and the West have effectively integrated women into the ranks and they win their battles every time." He emphasized 'every time', alluding to recurring stalemates the kingdom had suffered following past border disputes.
Sheik Faisal had the authority to simply order the change but his plans for the kingdom turned on shared common goals among the stakeholders. He let his generals voice their opposition but countered each argument with cold logic. The generals swayed under his persuasion. 'Maybe a few women in support roles to see how it goes' they conceded. The sheik agreed. 'At least it's a start' he thought. Leila would be returning home soon to help win them over.
A few days later, he met with the chief mullahs. He shared his dreams of a more gender inclusive society. Again, the grumbling but he held firm and they promised to deliberate and consider it. Again, it was a start.
His next meeting was held that evening, in a more intimate setting. He dined with his first wife, Sheila, the love of his life. She was happy that he had designated their son as the Crown Prince. It confirmed her royal status as his First Wife and now presumptive Queen Mother.
She was also Governess of the Royal Harem. Faisal was fond of his afternoon dalliances and she choose his daily partner from among the cluster of his concubines. But Faisal said he wanted to give them real wealth, such as a modern education, something more valuable than the strings of milky pearls emitted by his royal cock.
He declared that he had summoned Leila, their first daughter, and a Zodiac, an official representative of the elite academy she had attended. He wanted his wife to help select worthy candidates for scholarships to the institution. She wept with joy at the news, in whole hearted agreement with all his plans. The royal couple celebrated their shared mutual dreams with familiar marital bliss all night long.
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Sheik Faisal sat in official royal court on his ceremonial throne as Zack presented his credentials as part of some other pieces of state business. When the public protocols were concluded and the ministerial bureaucrats were dismissed, they repaired to a side room for private negotiations. They were joined by Sheila and Leila.
"My daughter speaks highly of you, my friend. Leila has made me proud with her embrace of progressive ways. I want her to be an inspiration to the women of our society. We need many more like her if we are to survive as a nation. What can you offer us in achieving our goals?"
