Paula was walking along the air-conditioned corridors of her new workplace. She couldn't believe her luck, first she'd passed the exams to become a teacher of English as a foreign language with flying colours and then she'd been offered an enormous salary to come to this tiny little Arabian kingdom. The school wasn't operational yet, it had been established by the king and should start taking in pupils next week. Her new employer just wanted her there a bit early to make sure everything was OK and she had everything that she needed.
She hadn't met her employer yet and she was a bit nervous. She'd never met royalty before and didn't quite know what to do. She wasn't sure when she'd meet the king either, if at all. She heard footsteps behind her and she turned around to see Mohammed who'd acted guide, translator and chauffeur for her since she arrived the previous evening. She'd stayed in a hotel the first night as her new quarters still weren't finished, but now he was taking her to her new flat.
Mohammed took her downstairs to the underground garage where he guided her into a limousine with blackened windows. She didn't yet have the appropriate attire to show herself in public so she'd been whisked around in the limo and ferried between it and lifts and empty rooms as long as she'd been here. She giggled to herself and thought it was almost like having been abducted. She hadn't even flown into the country, Mohammed picking her up at an airport in a neighbouring country the previous day and then driving across the desert for 8 hours.
She was wondering where her things were as she hadn't packed or checked out of her hotel room, but she was sure that they were in the boot of the car as everything had been dealt with so efficiently so far.
Despite the air conditioning and blacked out windows she was starting to feel hot. She was only wearing a pink cotton dress but it felt like a woolly jumper. She bitterly regretted wearing a satin bra and knickers, but they'd felt like a good idea at the time. She liked to wear pretty underwear and the satin looked good against her pale skin. She didn't tan, she hardly even got freckles. The only colour on her body were her pink nipples and the pink fold between her legs. She preferred to keep herself completely shaved so there was no body hair either, a blessing in this climate. The bra was starting to feel a bit constraining against her 36D breasts and the lace was itching a little bit. She'd change into cotton underwear when she got to her new flat. She looked in her handbag and found a hairclip into which she gathered her long red hair. That felt a bit cooler.
She must have fallen asleep and was startled when Mohammed touched her arm. The car was parked in a shaded courtyard. This apartment building was amazing. It looked the way she imagined an Arabian castle to look. Maybe it had once been a castle and turned into an apartment building. She was a bit confused that she couldn't see anybody around, but she could hear a lot of footsteps and some quiet talking in the distance so she figured everybody who lived there was keeping to themselves. Well, she'd never had problems making friends in her 21 year old life and she was sure she'd get to know people once it cooled down at the end of the day and people returned from work.
Mohammed motioned for her to follow him and she did. They walked through an intricate maze of stairs and corridors and she didn't know how she was going to remember how to get back out. She could feel a million eyes on her, but she couldn't see anybody so she figured that she was only imagining things. She started asking Mohammed questions about getting her own car, where she could find a map, where she could find clothes so that she could go outside, but he wouldn't answer. Gone was the smiling and talkative man from yesterday and instead she was walking with a sour, quiet man who seemed incredibly annoyed with her for daring to speak with him.
They soon reached a massive door that Mohammed pushed open with little effort. Paula was lost for words as she entered. This was the most luxurious room she'd ever seen in her life. There was a massive bed covered in luscious silk covers and cushions. There were golden shutters keeping the sun out and all furnishings looked as though they came from a royal palace somewhere in a fairytale. She couldn't possibly afford this, even on her generous salary. She turned to protest to Mohammed, that she must be given more modest accommodation but she only caught him closing the door. She went towards the door to open it when she heard a key turn. She was locked inside.
She ran up and shook the door but it wouldn't budge. In fact, it was so solid she didn't think the people on the other side would even hear her even if she screamed and shouted as much as she could. She ran up to the windows but all she could see was desert that went on for miles and miles. Even if she did escape there was no way she'd survive out there. She spotted some more doors and went and looked behind them. The first one opened into the most luxurious bathroom anybody could imagine. There was a gilded toilet, a huge sink and the most enormous bathtub she'd ever seen. There were no towels about, but she figured they'd be in the drawers. There were however a selection of shampoos, soaps, lotions and perfumes. They all seemed a bit too rich for her taste.
The next room she inspected seemed to be a dressing room. There were plenty of mirrors, a makeup table with dark and powerful colours. There was a jewellery box that was extremely heavy, but locked, and there were several hangers waiting for garments. The third and final room wasn't a room. It was a walk-in closet that was larger than her student accommodation back home had been. It too was waiting for clothes. Despite her fear of what was going on she started giggling at the thought that all her worldly possessions had fitted into two battered old suitcases that were nowhere to be seen.
She went back outside to the big room. There were a couple of comfortable looking sofas at one end of the room. There was also a stylish writing desk. There were furthermore two bookcases that were jam-packed with current Anglo-American literature and a very comfortable looking reading chair. But the room was dominated by the massive bed. She found a jug of water on the table by the sofas and poured herself a drink. As she sat alone she started crying as she'd never cried before, this was the scariest experience of her life.
She was startled by a noise and woke up from her little nap. In her room were three girls dressed in colourful Arabian clothes. Their faces weren't covered, but Paula knew that girls didn't have to cover their faces in company with other girls. She tried to speak with them, she tried to get them to understand that she was kept prisoner here, but they just giggled and went into the bathroom. She could hear the water running and then the girls came and took her by the hands and led her inside the bathroom. The room was hot and humid from the bath that was being run and there was a cloud of heavy musky scent that Paula assumed was a bath oil.
The girls started undressing her and no matter how much Paula protested they just giggled and kept insisting. Finally Paula gave in and let herself be led into the bath. As she started soaking she could feel the strange hands start washing her hair and her body. They giggled as they were washing her round breasts and shaving the little stubble of body hair that had appeared in the last couple of days. They stroked her vibrantly red hair and seemed to admire the colour. Paula noticed that her body was reacting to the erotic feeling of these girls washing her and she blushed. The girls noticed this and nodded approvingly.
Shortly afterwards Paula was taken out of the bath and towels appeared from nowhere. The girls dried her off and continued to cover her body with a lotion, with the same heavy perfume as the bath. She tried to protest, but it was no use and she let them rub the lotion across every inch of her naked body. She was then taken in to the dressing room where they made her sit down in front of the mirror. She could see how hard her nipples were from the bathroom treatment. The girls then proceeded to brush and dry her hair. As it recovered it's sheen they nodded approvingly and giggled with her. They then started applying the makeup. She hated the thick dark makeup that surrounded her pale green eyes, but by now she'd realised that there was no use protesting.
One of the girls came in from the walk in closet holding an outfit in green and gold. Paula wanted some of her own clothes, but they were still nowhere to be seen so she let them put on the underwear of gold embroidered silk and then the long dress. The jewellery box was opened and she was given chains, earrings, necklaces and bracelets and even an ankle chain to wear. Finally a headdress was put on, making sure that her entire body except her hands with brand new red nail polish and her eyes were covered. She put her feet into the golden sandals and followed the girls. Apart from the fact that her outfit was a million times more extravagant than that of the three girls she couldn't tell any difference between her and the others as they led her out of the dressing room and motioned for her to stand and wait in front of the big door as they disappeared behind what Paula had thought was a big painting, but which was in fact a servants' entrance.
Within a minute the door was opened and a woman with a similar outfit to Paula's, but in black and silver instead of green and gold, appeared with two men in traditional Arabian men's outfits. These men appeared to be soldiers of some kind and she was wondering if they were protecting her or guarding her. The woman led her through the big castle again and she realised that this must be the king's castle. This must be a welcoming dinner that she was taken to and the girls had just been there to make sure she was dressed appropriately. She finally relaxed. Mohammed must have been in a bad mood and that was why she hadn't been told what was going on. She was going to make sure the king knew that Mohammed hadn't explained a thing.
