Sultan Bashier of Cyprus considered himself a blessed man, the ruler of Cyprus was all that was left of the once great Ottoman Empire. Through hard work, determination and sometimes a little shedding of blood, he had steadily advanced both his countries and his family fortunes to great wealth and prosperity. He surrounded himself with people he could trust and treated them with respect and generosity, ensuring their loyalty in return. In recent years, he began transitioning his countries business from oil and natural gas toward financial services and tourism and Cyprus was growing and its people were thriving.
The Sultan had three wives and five consorts. His third consort, Rosa, was Italian, and they were blessed with one child, Ahsan Bashier who was just turning eighteen. And it was Ahsan, as the sole male heir, who would take the title of Sultan and guide the people of Cyprus into the future. Ahsan was already proving himself to be a worthy successor to his father's empire. For years he'd been schooled by his father and a few trusted tutors in the realities of ruling their small island nation. Ahsan had demonstrated both an interest and a natural flair for politics and economics, which bode well for the country.
The Sultan had watched with great pride as his only son grew into a young man. His parents were good looking, and their genetics had delivered them a fine looking young man. Ahsan was six feet tall and about 200 lbs his light olive skinned body lean and taut with muscle. His dark hair was worn longer than his father would have liked, but when it came to his son the Sultan didn't like to hunt skinny rabbits. His face was handsome, big eyes, and perfect teeth. But what his parents loved above all was his intelligence, his lust for life, his great sense of humor and booming laugh, his positive attitude and friendly disposition. While Ahsan was in a position of considerable stature, he was polite and respectful of others. He knew when to shut up and keep his moth closed and listen to others with more wisdom than his. In his spare time he kept busy with one of his many interests; water sports, rugby, film, music and reading. Ahsan planned on attending Oxford to study politics and economics next year.
At the age of ten, Ahsans safety had been entrusted to a man known as Sheik. The Sultan knew that his only son would be a prime target for an enemy or from one of his many jealous sons in law who wanted to rule in Ahsan's place. Therefore, when his son was away from the relative safety of the Royal Palace, he was diligently protected by Sheik.
A strong bond developed between Sheik and Ahsan, they were almost friends, Sheik didn't take his responsibilities lightly; he was a big man with huge shoulders that oozed strength and power. His head was shaven and shiny and his full goatee gave him an almost animal like appearance. His dark personality hid the physical and menacing violent tendencies that lurked close to the surface. Sheik was a sergeant in the Secret Police and his years of experience gave him a sixth sense when it came to sniffing out trouble.
Ahsan had only a few boyhood friends and the large royal palace was a wonderful location for young men to play and learn together. However, when it came to the opposite sex, Ahsan was certainly at a disadvantage. He was educated in a small all male classroom in the palace and had very few opportunities to meet girls of his age. It wasn't that Sheik was unsympathetic to Ahsan having fun with the opposite sex, but his safety wasn't to be compromised so they seldom ventured into social situations that were unplanned or not easily controlled by Sheik which meant that Ahsan spent most of his day at the royal palace. Over the last few years, sex had been a familiar topic between Sheik and Ahsan. Sheik would tell him of the good old times when he was younger, and of all his conquests as a young man. Ahsan would lamented his lack of knowledge and exposure to girls his own age. Unbeknownst to Ahsan, Sheik had discussed the girl problem with the Sultan, and a plan was hatched.
On Ahsan's eighteenth birthday, a party was held at the palace in celebration. Friends and family were invited and it was to be one of the best days of his life, he just didn't know it. At around nine PM, Ahsan was removed from the celebrations by Sheik and was told to shower and dress in a suit but he did not need to wear a tie. An hour later he sat rather intrigued alongside his father and Sheik aboard the Sultans yacht, Apoise. His father told him how proud he of was him he moved on to remind him of his obligations where the family and to Cyprus. The Sultan expressed how important it was to be discreet, especially where his mother and his involvement with the opposite sex was concerned. Ahsan listened diligently but wondered where the hell all this was going.
One deck above where they sat, twenty seven year old Kelly Gallegher waited anxiously in the yachts master suite. Kelly was a stunning woman whose beauty caused men to stare; she was lean, shapely and vivacious; her long chestnut hair falling to her shoulders. Her blue eyes and high cheek bones gave her face a slightly angular look. She was beautifully made up; the five hours with a beautician had ensured that she looked impeccable for her appointed task. Her round naturally full breasts were sheathed in a red silk top that displayed lovely tan cleavage. Below, a simple black mini skirt with matching silk stockings displayed long powerful and muscular legs. Her feet were covered by black six inch heeled shoes.
Kelly had been a Playboy Playmate a few years earlier and had decided to pursue modeling as a career. She'd struggled to earn money since moving from Florida to Europe. She desperately wanted to become a model, to study fashion overseas and live in Monaco, on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. But finding print modeling work to cover her substantial rent was extremely difficult and she was much too curvy to work as a runway model, so she was working as a waitress and just barely making ends meet. As her financial situation grew increasingly desperate, a joking conversation with a girlfriend, made her consider the oldest profession known to man as a last resort. While the thought of selling herself was not appealing at first, a little investigation told her that a few "appointments" a week would make all the difference financially. Kelly knew that she had the looks to be at the very high end of the market. Kelly had been with only a handful of men at this point in her life, she enjoyed sex and all of her previous lovers had told her she was good in bed. So with her options limited she decided to become a call girl and to be extremely selective in her choice of clients; professional athletes, powerful politicians, wealthy entertainers and corporate executives. Now after nearly 18 months she was considered to be one of the very best women on the market by the few who knew her true profession.
A few well placed inquires brought her to the attentions of Sheik who arranged to met Kelly in Rome. Sheik paid $10,000 to spend the night with Kelly, posing as a wealthy oil tycoon from Bahrain. He felt she would be a good candidate for Ahsan and keep her contact information. Sheik informed The Sultan and he had her contacted discreetly with a request to discuss a lucrative proposition for Kelly. The Sultan arranged to meet her in a hotel room on a trip to France; he sat and talked to her at length. He reviewed her day old medical report, asked of her family, financial situation, and why she had chosen her profession. The Sultan listened to her reply with interest, and explained to her about his son and that he was considering asking Kelly to remedy the situation. She'd never been asked to relive a young man of his virginity before and honestly wondered why the young man was not able to take care of this "problem" himself. She complied when the Sultan politely asked her to remove her clothes so that he could take in her great beauty. He then asked her if she would consent to him having sex with him. Kelly was a clever woman and understood what The Sultan wanted; to make sure he was purchasing the best; he wanted to take her for a test dive so to speak. She agreed and it was some of the best sex she had since beginning her new career, for The Sultan was an extremely accomplished lover. Afterwards, The Sultan asked her for a very special favor, one that would be financially beneficial to her.
For the next three weeks, Kelly was forbidden from having sex with anyone else, male or female. She agreed to another medical to ensure that she was free from any nasty diseases. For her troubles, Kelly would be paid $25,000 up front to remain celibate for the next three weeks and to return with the Sultan to Cyprus upon conclusion of his business in France. She would be paid another $25,000 for a successful night with Ahsan. She was to have sex with Ahsan at least one time and to begin his education in the art of being a skilled lover. The Sultan stressed that if his son made any requests she was to agree show him how to proceed. If everything went well tonight, she would be paid more than enough to cover her expenses for the next six months. All she had to do for all this was to relieve Ahsan of the burden of his virginity.
Ahsan still didn't know what was going on as the three men walked up the stairs to the top floor of the Royal Yacht and stepped up to the only door. Sheik knocked on the door and stepped back, all three men were dazzled by Kelly's loveliness as she opened the door and invited them in.
"Ahsan, I'd like you to meet Kelly" his father said. "You're going to spend the night with her; she is my gift to you."
The Sultan turned to Kelly, "This is my son Ahsan, treat him well and make a man out of him for me please. We will call tomorrow morning about 10:00 AM before returning."
Hassan's eyes shifted from his fathers smiling face and settled on Kelly's, he grinned nervously as it finally dawned on him what was going to befall him. Her sparkling eyes challenged him as she held out a hand.
"Come with me Ahsan." she said.
Ahsan let himself be led further into the luxurious suite, a spacious lounge with leather chairs and couches sat in the dimmed room. Champagne sat in a chilled bucket beside two long stemmed glasses. They looked into each others eyes, oblivious to Sheik quickly checking the suite to ensure all as it should be.
"Enjoy this night my son and make me proud." The Sultan said as he walked to the master suite door and closed it behind himself and Sheik.
Outside the door, The Sultan turned to Sheik and handed him a key to the suite, "Make sure no one goes in or out."
