Barb sits at the kitchen table sipping her morning coffee as she hunts through the local paper for a job. The want ad reads, "Wanted- adventurous, creative woman for lucrative short-time position. Travel involved. Call 867-5309 for appointment."
"That looks interesting," thinks Barb as she circles the ad with her highlighter. Not much else caught her eye in the paper. Barb is truly on her own for the first time in her life. Her husband of twenty years, a college professor, ran off with a student half Barb's age. The divorce is not yet final and the couples' belongings have not been divided up. Barb's husband hired a very prominent lawyer and it does not appear she will make out as well as she had hoped to. No kids, no job, but at least she will keep the house, which she is currently living in.
A quick phone call to the number listed in the ad and Barb is off to the shower to get ready for her interview. Barb makes it to the upscale office building where the interview is to take place with plenty of time to spare. Once at the correct suite, she checks in at the front desk and takes a seat. There are two other women waiting in the office and Barb makes nervous small talk with them as they await their interviews. She notices that everything in the sparsely decorated office is brand new. It even has that "new carpet" smell to it. As she talks, Barb notices that the two other applicants are a bit younger than she is. Barb is a very attractive woman in her mid-forties but she doesn't look it. Barb's shoulder-length light brown hair frames her beautiful face perfectly and her 36D breasts top off a wonderfully full figure that would never be mistaken for overweight. Needless to say, she gets her fair share of looks when she is out and about.
The secretary calls Barb's name and she goes into the adjacent room. Once inside she finds a chair sitting in front of a small desk and a heavy-set young man, who introduces himself as Jeffrey, coming to greet her. Barb is asked to take a seat after a brief handshake and she smoothes out her navy skirt as she sits down. She looks down to make sure her cream colored blouse is in order and, as she looks back up, she catches Jeffrey briefly staring at her breasts. She is unnerved for an instant, wondering if she shouldn't have worn this blouse because it is sheer enough to show off her lacy bra. "What the hell," Barb thinks to herself, "sex sells."
Jeffrey goes about asking Barb about her school history, family, and other things that seem kind of odd for a job interview. Not once was she asked for a resume, nor was she asked to fill out an application. This all seemed rather strange to Barb but she kept right on answering Jeffrey’s queries. When asked if she would have a problem with travel, Barb explains that she really doesn't have too many ties that would keep her from it. Wondering what the hell the job could be she asks Jeffrey what the job is and what her duties would be. Jeffrey explains to Barb that he was hired by a very wealthy, if not a little eccentric, man from the Middle East to find a sort of temporary personal assistant. He himself didn't know all the details, just that he was to interview women for the assistant position. He assured her that she would live luxuriously for the time she was employed and that no harm would come to her. Jeffrey added that the reason the want ad stated an "adventurous" woman was needed was because not all the details of her duties would be divulged in the begining. Only that she would be paid handsomely. Throughout the interview Barb was friendly, candid, and self-assured. All the while there was a small, hidden camera aimed at her.
When the interview concluded Jeffrey asked Barb if she was still interested in the job, even with all the mystery. Barb knew she would have to get a job at some point and that the "lucrative short-term" position may be just the thing to tide her over financially until her alimony kicks in or until she a full-time job. It would also get her away from the house and all the painful memories it contains. She told Jeffrey she was still interested and he said he would be conducting interviews for the next few days. He told Barb he would call her within the week if she were given the position.
Over the next few days Jeffrey conducted many interviews. After he was done he was advised via fax that Barb was to be given the job. The fax also included further instructions. True to his word, Jeffrey contacted Barb at home and told her the job was hers. He told her she needed to pack enough clothing, both casual and business, for a weeklong stay in a desert climate. She would have a couple days to get things done (i.e. hold mail, etc.) then a car would be by her house early Monday morning to pick her up and take her to the airport.
Monday rolls around and Barb is all set to go when she hears a knock at her door. She opens it to find a man in a suit stating he is there to take her to the airport. He retrieves her luggage and they head out the door. It is then that Barb sees that a limousine is parked in front of her home. The driver opens a rear door for Barb. He advises her to make herself comfortable and help herself to any and all accoutrements in the limo. After a relaxing drive to the airport Barb is surprised to see that the limo is not going to the main terminal. It pulls up to a private security gate and they drive straight out to the tarmac where a private plane awaits. Barb's things are loaded onto the plane and she finds that other than the pilot and one crewmember, she is the only one on the plane. The pilot states over the intercom that she is to relax and get set for a long flight. If there is anything she needs the crewmember will see to it she is taken care of. Barb thinks she could get used to this kind of lifestyle.
After a long and uneventful flight the plane lands on a private airstrip somewhere in the middle of a desert in an unknown country. Another limousine awaits as Barb exits the plane and she is taken to a large nearby compound. The walled compound was all she could see for miles around. Once past the armed guards at the gate Barb is taken to the main residence at the compound. It is a huge modern mansion with minimal Middle Eastern accents in the architecture. Barb is escorted inside and shown to her "bedroom." It is only a bedroom in the sense that there is a bed in it. Barb's expansive living quarters was as large as a few rooms in her home put together. She wanders around, exploring her new digs and she likes what she sees.
There's a king size canopy bed covered with a flowing veil, a bathroom as large as any normal room with a huge sunken bathtub, including water jets. All the modern conveniences were provided. Even with all the wonderful things that Barb was beholding, she could not help but wonder what she was doing here. She still did not know what her job was. A knock came at the door and a beautiful young servant girl dressed in what appeared to be a genie or belly dancer's outfit entered the room. Her dark eyes shone above the sheer gauzy fabric covering her lovely face. She couldn't be much older than twenty.
The girl identifies herself as Shamsa and informs Barb that she will her personal servant while Barb stays at the home. She states that dinner will be served in a while and she is there to get Barb ready. Shamsa goes and starts running a bath, telling Barb that other servants will be there shortly to bathe her. "I think I can handle that myself," Barb protested but Shamsa insisted. She tells Barb that she is a guest at the home and she is to be treated as the master wishes her to be treated. It would be taken as an insult not to abide by her host's wishes. She adds, for emphasis, that the master has a bit of a temper. "Just consider it a trip to, how do you Americans say, a spa," Shamsa advises in a sweet Middle Eastern accent.
With that Shamsa clapped her hands and three more young servant girls, each dressed in short white toga-like robes, came into the room and approached Barb. "Just let yourself be pampered, you've had a long trip, Madam" advised Shamsa as Barb was led to the bath. Things were all happening so fast, Barb didn't know what to think or do. She certainly didn't want to insult someone who would be paying her a lot of money. She figured "when in Rome…" and decided to just go with it. Once in the bathroom, the three girls began to take Barb's clothes off for her. She helped where needed, lifting arms and feet. Once nude Barb was led into the huge sunken tub by all three girls, her large bare breasts swaying as she stepped down. The servant girls all entered the bath still wearing their robes.
Not being used to this, Barb was guided along by the servant girls as to what she needed to do with gentle nudges and guiding hands. She was guided down into the water as one girl grabbed a large pitcher from the edge of the tub. This was used to wet Barb's hair as she tilted her head back. The other two girls grabbed soft sea sponges and sweet-smelling liquid soap as the one tending to Barb's mane reached for some shampoo. The girl with the shampoo poured some out onto her hand and worked it into Barb's hair as the other two worked a lather up in the sponges. Barb was guided to stand and the girls with the sponges stood at her sides. They began slowly, gently washing Barb's nude form with their soft sponges, covering her in soapy suds while the third girl massaged the shampoo into Barb's scalp.
