Disclaimer: I'm not Muslim and this story isn't intended to offend anyone of any religion or gender. It's my fantasy turned into a story to be shared with interested readers.
Blindfolded and strapped to the sex bench, head strapped by the neck in place, ankles and wrists similarly restrained by Velcro straps, Soheila was getting nailed by a team of anonymous men. They took turns on her various holes while she reached what must have been her fifth climax of the evening. She wasn't there willingly, she had been coerced. However, despite her attempt to disassociate her acquiescence with any potential desire, this time, like all other times before, she failed to hold back her sexual release. As her body rested on the bench, she wondered if she weren't subconsciously growing to love these sessions, secretly growing to depend on them like a drug...
Soheila was "happily" married to a devoted husband, Jerry, who had a steady job with a low six-figure paycheck. Together they had a child of elementary school age, and everything was going along according to their overall plans. Mrs. Soheila Pezeshki Smith, Persian by birth but a naturalized US citizen, had gone outside of her culture and married an average educated white man rather than marry another Persian man. She wasn't a hardcore Muslim by any stretch, but she still identified as Muslim and lived according to its basic tenets: monogamy, no pork, no alcohol, etc. Never in a million years would she have gone outside of her marriage for sex, let alone even think about such a thing.
It all started back when Soheila had been working as an RN in a busy hospital in Tehrangeles (a.k.a. Los Angeles) where possibly the largest Persian diaspora lived and thrived outside of the Islamic Republic of Iran where freedom is suppressed by fundamentalist religious values and policies. Living in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles, not a day would go by when she didn't speak Farsi at work (Farsi is the term used for the name of the Persian language in Iran). She had recently completed her master's program as a nurse practitioner (NP), and had been seeking employment as one. It had been tough finding that entry level NP job, and the incessant 12-hour shifts that usually stretched to 14+ hours were beginning to grind on her psyche. Interview after interview came up with no results as it seemed everyone was hiring people on the inside.
After about six months, Soheila finally got that job offer. It came after about six months of waiting for a job, and only after an interview with the clinic recruiter and finally meeting with the chief owner/doctor. She had some reluctance taking this job. As it was, it was owned and operated by Dr. Hassan, an Omani doctor. Although Dr. Hassan was Muslim, he was a Sunni Muslim, the other main Islamic sect alongside the Shia sect that most Iranians identified as, including Soheila. As such, she wondered if there would be any long-term issues as a Shia Muslim working for a Sunni, and then there was the fact that they wouldn't be speaking Farsi at work, but instead primarily English as Omanis speak Arabic, not Farsi. Nevertheless, Soheila was desperate and she determined that beggars can't be choosers. If she passed on this gig, who knows when the next job offer might come along. The pay was much better than her current RN job, and the work environment would be considerably more relaxed.
The other thing that made this job less desirable was that it was up in Ventura County, which meant that Soheila would face a 90-minute commute on a daily basis, which meant she'd be driving 3 hours a day, on top of the nine-hour shift. Still, she reasoned, it would still beat the dog days as an RN.
During the hospital orientation, everything seemed great. They'd gotten her a badge on Day One, she'd began to shadow the other two NPs to learn the ropes and familiarize herself with the electronic management software, and she'd had help from the tech guy in installing the necessary apps on her phone to help her clock in, access the Wi-Fi network, etc. However, it wasn't four weeks after Soheila started on with the clinic that her sense of morality had been challenged.
Soheila was directed to work late one Thursday. She'd already been aware this could happen, and she had a plan to stay in a local hotel if it got really late. However, what happened was not what she had been anticipating. She was thinking they would have an overage of patients that needed to be seen, or an operation that was emergent in nature that couldn't have been scheduled otherwise. Instead, the doctor wanted to meet with Soheila personally, and she was instructed to report to his office immediately after closing time.
Nervously, Soheila came to Dr. Hassan's office, knocking on the door.
"Dr. Hassan, you needed to see me?" she asked.
"Soheila, have a seat. I imagine you're wondering why I've asked you to come," said Dr. Hassan.
"Actually, yes, I'm surprised we're meeting after work for what appears to be something non-emergency related," she replied.
"As it turns out, I wanted to give you your performance feedback for your first month," he said. "It's hard for me to do these during regular hours since we stay so busy. Before I get into it, how do you think you did?"
Caught by surprise, Soheila paused, and then replied, "Well, I know I'm new at the whole NP thing, but I feel like I'm learning the ropes and am progressing well. This field, urology, is a new one for me, but I feel like I'm getting the hang of it."
"That's funny," replied Dr. Hassan, "because my opinion is very different from yours."
Flustered, Soheila asked, "What do you mean? What's the matter?"
"You falsified your application. You stated that you were well-versed in urology matters and that you were 100% proficient...", he referenced her application, "you wrote here 'expert level' in the EPIC electronic management system. Not only are you a beginner in the urology field, you haven't shown that you know the ins and outs of EPIC. What am I supposed to do with you? I needed a full-up round, and you're no better than a new grad with no urology and limited EPIC experience. Furthermore, you basically lied on your application!"
Feeling a sense of guilt, although not sure how her skills got misrepresented on the application, and not wanting to appear dishonest further and jeopardized her job further, knowing that there were plenty of NPs lined up behind her in the event she was to be replaced, she replied, "I'm sorry, Dr. Hassan. I don't know how this happened. I learned a lot about urology in my NP program, but it's true I have no experience. And I used EPIC for the last five years as an RN, and was an expert in my last hospital. It turns out that EPIC is configured a lot differently here at this clinic. It operates practically like a completely different system."
"That's not good enough, Soheila!" he replied back. "I'm this close to firing you and hiring the next best applicant. I don't need an incompetent, truth-challenged NP doing the job here," after which he paused to let it sink in. "How are you willing to prove that you belong here, that you really want this job?"
If she was nervous before, Soheila was now completely upset, unable to suppress her emotions, and didn't know what to say. She was mute, and dumbfounded.
"Don't know what to say? That's fine, because I have a solution for you. Tell me how this sounds..." he started. "Starting this evening, should you choose to stay on here with us, a condition of your employment is that you will do whatever I ask, when I ask it, and if I'm not satisfied, with whomever I ask." He paused again to let it sink in a little. "Can you handle my new terms? Again, I wouldn't normally do this, but you've hamstringed my operations here, and frankly I'm not sure you deserve the job and all the pay that comes with it."
