Wendy Pt. 07

"But $300 million, Wendy," Jonathan protested.

"I just wanted you to see it," she said matter-of-factly, getting to her feet.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" he said under his breath as she returned to her office, bringing up the photo of the tile once again. "Jesus Fucking Christ!"

When Wendy's alarm went off at 2:00am, she staggered to the kitchen to make an espresso to help her wake up, then went to her office and called the Tokyo property, Sayonara, and asked to speak to the manager when the phone was answered.

"Who may I say is calling, please?" she was asked.

"Wendy Rose at Clandestine Group," Wendy replied.

"Ms. Rose," a deep voice answered a few moments later, "I'm honored. How may I help you? It must be the middle of the night for you."

"It is, Mr. Haas," Wendy replied, smiling.

"How may I help you?" he asked.

"I would like to meet with the owners of Aragawa and Sukiyabashi Jiro," Wendy replied.

"I see," Mr. Haas said. "Might I inquire as to why?" he asked.

"This cannot go beyond us," Wendy replied. "Nobody is to know that I am asking you about this."

"Of course," Mr. Haas said. "You have my complete discretion."

"We're getting ready to build a new resort and we want both restaurants to partner with us, to open branches in our new resort," Wendy explained.

"What a marvelous idea," Mr. Haas said. "There are 5 Michelin stars between them. Well, Sukiyabashi Jiro is fairly easy. I eat there regularly and I count Kazuyoshi Ono a friend. His father Jiro, who started the restaurant, is mostly retired now, though I'm sure that he still retains ownership. Aragawa is quite another story. I have no idea who owns it. Nonetheless, I can make discrete inquiries as to who you would need to speak with. Would you be coming to Tokyo?" he asked.

"If I can arrange the meetings," Wendy replied.

"Give me a couple of days and I'll see what I can do," Mr. Haas said. "When would you be coming?"

"As soon as the meetings can be arranged," Wendy replied.

"Very good," Mr. Haas said. "I'll contact you as soon as I know something."

"I appreciate it, Mr. Haas," Wendy said. "Thank you."

"My pleasure, Ms. Rose," Mr. Haas said. "It's been a pleasure talking with you."

Wendy sighed, then made her next call.

"Shuiqi Spa & Salon," a pleasant woman's voice answered.

"Would it be possible to speak to the spa director?" Wendy asked.

"Of course," the woman replied. "Who may I say is calling?"

"Wendy Rose from Clandestine Group," Wendy replied.

"One moment, Ms. Rose," the woman said.

"This is Fatima Housseini," another woman's voice said. "How may I help you?"

"Ms. Housseini, I am Wendy Rose from Clandestine Group," Wendy said.

"The hoteliers?" Fatima asked.

"The same," Wendy replied. "I'd like to be able to speak to you in confidence. Would that be possible?"

"Of course," Fatima replied.

"We are getting ready to develop a new resort and we would like to partner with Shuiqi Spa for our spa experience," Wendy said.

"I see," Fatima said. "Ms. Rose, I am the spa director and decisions of that sort are far beyond my purview. You would need to speak to the spa owner, Sheikh Hamid."

"Would that be possible?" Wendy asked.

"If you would be so kind as to give me your phone number, I will see if I can contact him and ask if he would be willing to talk to you," Fatima said. "In any event, I would get back to you."

"I couldn't ask for more," Wendy said, giving her phone number.

"Someone will be in touch as soon as we can," Fatima assured her.

"Thank you," Wendy said, ending the call. "I have to start somewhere," she said to the empty room, shrugging her shoulders and getting to her feet and going back to bed.

Wendy was having coffee with Jonathan the next morning when her phone rang, a relief, as it was obvious that he was still agitated about the previous day.

"Go ahead," Jonathan said.

"Wendy Rose," she said when she answered, not recognizing the number.

"Ms. Rose, this is Sheikh Hamid of the Shuiqi Spa in Dubai," a mellifluous voice with a British accent said.

"Sheikh Hamid!" Wendy said, her eyes opening wide as Jonathan looked at her. "Th...thank you for returning my call. I wasn't expecting to hear from you personally."

"Your request can only be fulfilled by me, so there is nobody else to talk to," he said with a laugh. "I had to look you up on the internet. You're 24 and the COO of Clandestine Group, first in your class in computer science, summa cum laude in economics. Very impressive."

"Thank you," Wendy said.

"I find your proposal intriguing," Sheikh Hamid said. "Clandestine Group is famous for its luxury hotels and resorts. Why are you interested in partnering with Shuiqi Spa?"

"All of my research told me that it was the finest spa in the world," Wendy replied. "We're not interested in anything less than the best and we'd rather partner with someone with a reputation like yours than try to develop things ourselves."

"How flattering," Sheikh Hamid said. "Some people would consider The Lanesborough Club in Knightsbridge, London, as the finest spa in the world."

"Perhaps, but I found their look boring," Wendy said.

"Oh, Ms. Rose, you have just made my day," Sheikh Hamid laughed.

"If you don't mind, I prefer Wendy," she said.

"Wendy it is," Sheikh Hamid said. "So, you have never visited Shuiqi Spa?"

"No," Wendy replied.

"I would think that due diligence would require you to at least see the spa before making such a decision," Sheikh Hamid said.

"Of course," Wendy replied. "I'm just trying to find out if there's any possibility of us working together before I do that. Flying halfway around the world for a day at the spa isn't exactly what I do," she said, laughing.

"Then please allow me to invite you to visit our spa for a weekend as our guest," Sheikh Hamid said. "Perhaps then we can have a more constructive conversation about working together."

"That sound wonderful," Wendy said, her whole face lighting up.

"Clandestine Group is located in St. Louis, Missouri, is it not?" Sheikh Hamid asked.

"Yes, it is," Wendy replied.

"Today is Wednesday morning in St. Louis, right?" he asked.

"Yes," Wendy replied.

"Why don't I have my private plane pick you up tomorrow afternoon at 4:00 in St. Louis?" Sheikh Hamid suggested. "After we talk, I will return you home."

"That's very generous," Wendy said, "but I don't mind catching commercial flights."

"I insist," Sheikh Hamid said. "If we're going to be business partners, I wouldn't want our relationship to start by requiring you to fly commercial and have to deal with the nonsense of airports these days. Allow me to make an initial good impression on you."

"That's an offer I simply cannot refuse," Wendy replied, laughing. "Wow! Oh, wow!" she said in stunned disbelief when the call ended.

"It says here that Sheikh Hamid is 42 and the nephew of the king," Jonathan said, laughing as he looked up from the computer. "And he has 9 wives."

"9 wives!" Wendy gasped.

"13 children, too," Jonathan said.

"I've never even been to a spa," Wendy laughed.

"Well, your first visit to one is going to be a doozy," he laughed. "When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow afternoon," Wendy replied.

"If you're anything like Vera, you need some time to get your act together," Jonathan said. "Take the rest of the day off and have a good time. You've earned it."

The first thing Wendy did when she got back to her desk was to call Jerome and beg him for an appointment the following morning, then she gathered her things and left her office, saying good-bye to Monique as she left, leaving her with her mouth hanging open.

"You are just too much," Mary laughed when Wendy filled her and Monique in when they got home from work. "Now you've got an Arab sheikh flying you halfway around the world in his private plane for a weekend in his personal spa."

"Now you see how hard my job actually is," Wendy laughed.

"Yeah, they're definitely not paying you enough," Monique laughed. "Good for you, though."

"I've got an appointment with Jerome in the morning," Wendy said, flushing slightly.

"God, that man's tongue," Mary sighed. "I need to see him again, too."

"His cock wasn't so bad, either," Monique said. "The man can fuck."

"You won't even miss me," Wendy said. "You're too busy fucking your way through the men on the dating site."

"Only the ones with big cocks," Mary corrected her, laughing. "And speaking of which, I need to get ready for my date."

"Me, too," Monique said, smiling. "I really am happy for you," she said to Wendy, hugging her.

"I know," Wendy said. "Thanks. You know that I wish both of you were coming with me."

Wendy realized that she was a mass of conflicted emotions as she watched the sky-blue 747 with gold trim taxiing towards the airport terminal. Jerome had been his typically meticulous self that morning, his long tongue and big cock driving her pussy to orgasmic paroxysms of delight before he had finished, leaving her sprawled exhausted on his table. Even thinking about it caused her pussy to get wet as tiny aftershocks still rippled through her body. Walking through the tunnel to the big plane's entrance with her single suitcase in tow, she was greeted at the entrance to the place by a very pretty, petite smiling woman with black hair and eyes.

"Ms. Rose, welcome," the woman said. "I am Aisha. Sheikh Hamid sent me to escort you."

"Thank you," Wendy said as she entered the plane, her suitcase whisked away by a male attendant. "Oh, my!" she gasped when she followed Aisha into the cabin, sky-blue and gold everywhere, without a doubt the most luxurious space that she had ever seen.

"Will this be your first trip to Dubai?" Aisha asked as they were buckled into their seats facing each other.

"Yes," Wendy replied.

"I'm sure that you will enjoy it," Aisha said as the big plane started to taxi.

"I'm looking forward to it," Wendy said.

"It is more than 15 hours flight time, so we will have an opportunity to get to know one another," Aisha said with a smile.

As soon as they were airborne, a flight attendant approached and handed them each crystal flutes of champagne, the rims of which were gold.

"Is it true that you run a big corporation?" Aisha asked.

"It would be more accurate to say that I help," Wendy replied, smiling. "My boss runs the show."

"This would not be possible in Dubai for a woman," Aisha said, shaking her head. "I think that it is very exciting."

"Why not?" Wendy asked.

"In Dubai, women have very circumscribed roles," Aisha replied. "Men run things, we support them, as I do my husband."

"Your husband?" Wendy remarked.

"Sheikh Hamid," Aisha replied. "I am his 7^th wife."

"How...interesting," Wendy said.

"You are not married?" Aisha asked.

"No," Wendy replied, smiling. "My career takes precedence in my life. Being married would only get in the way."

"But what about men?" Aisha asked curiously.

"Marriage isn't necessary for that," Wendy replied.

"That would be unheard of in Dubai," Aisha said with a laugh.

"Having 9 wives would be unheard of in America," Wendy pointed out.

"Yes, we come from very different worlds," Aisha said. "I was betrothed to Sheikh Hamid when I was 14, though we didn't officially marry until I turned 18, 2 years ago. My father was very proud. He got rid of a useless daughter, in his eyes, and in return received very lucrative business opportunities."

"Very different worlds," Wendy said with a laugh. "Do you enjoy sharing your husband with his other wives?"

"Oh, yes, very much," Aisha replied, radiating happiness. "He is very generous and kind. He has never beaten me. I am very fortunate. He chooses me very often to share his bed."

Wendy was appalled upon hearing this, but did her best to keep her feelings from showing on her face.

"How do his other wives feel about that?" Wendy asked.

"Oh, they are more than happy for me," Aisha laughed. "They know how much I enjoy it and that I please him. Most of them have had children already and the joys of the bed are not as important to them."

"Do you look forward to having children?" Wendy asked.

"Inshallah," Aisha replied. "God willing. And you?"

"It's nothing that I have ever desired," Wendy replied.

"So different," Aisha sighed. "In our culture, it is the highest and greatest desire."

The flight attendant appeared immediately when she finished her champagne to refill her glass.

"I shouldn't drink so much of this," Wendy said. "I haven't eaten since lunch."

"Would you like something to eat now?" Aisha asked. "I can have dinner prepared. What would you like?"

"Oh, anything, only I don't eat meat," Wendy replied.

Aisha spoke rapidly in Arabic to the attendant, then smiled.

"It won't take long," she said.

Wendy could feel the champagne starting to go to her head by the time the flight attendant returned with their meals, steaming filets of fish with green vegetables and rice, served on fine, gold-edged porcelain with silverware of gleaming gold.

"This is delicious," Wendy said, smiling.

"I am pleased that you enjoy it," Aisha said.

Aisha had an inexhaustible number of questions about life in America as they ate which Wendy was only too happy to answer. When they finished, the dishes were cleared away and rose-water scented heated towels handed to them to clean their hands.

"It is late for you," Aisha said. "Perhaps you would like a bath and then to sleep."

"A bath! On a plane?" Wendy gasped.

"But of course," Aisha laughed. "Come, I will show you."

Wendy followed her further into the plane to an exquisite bathroom replete with a gold bathtub. All of the faucets were also gold.

"Shall I run the bath for you?" Aisha asked.

"I'm almost afraid to say yes," Wendy replied. "Is that real gold?"

"But of course," Aisha laughed. "Gold is Sheikh Hamid's greatest love, and beautiful women. He will be very pleased to see how beautiful you are."

"Doesn't that bother you?" Wendy asked as Aisha began filling the tub.

"Of course not," Aisha replied. "Like all of his wives, we live for his pleasure."

"Lucky man," Wendy said.

"We are the lucky ones," Aisha assured her.

Wendy hesitated, then began unbuttoning her blouse, unable to resist the opportunity. Aisha's eyes widened when she saw her big breasts, then gasped when her skirt slid to the floor, leaving her naked.

"You don't wear any underwear?" Aisha asked in astonishment.

"I don't own any," Wendy replied, laughing. "I like the feeling of being naked beneath my clothes."

"You are very beautiful," Aisha said, reaching out to gently caress a breast, her thumb sliding gently over her rapidly hardening nipple. "You do not mind?" she asked.

"No," Wendy replied, smiling as Aisha turned to check the water, turning it off and adding something from a couple of the vials that were there, a wonderful earthy scent arising from the water, along with hints of lemon. "What is that?" she asked.

"Myrrh and citrus," Aisha replied. "It will make your skin feel very soft."

To Wendy's surprise, Aisha then began to undress, first her dress, then her slip, and then her bra, revealing her small breasts with their hard, dark nipples. Removing her skimpy bikini panties, Wendy saw that the inner lips of her pussy were dark-tinged and sticking out, butterflied apart beneath a fat, dark clit.

"Please, get in while the water is still hot," Aisha insisted. "I will wash you."

"That's not necessary," Wendy said as she stepped into the tub and sank down into the water, marveling at the fact that she was in an airplane.

"It is my privilege," Aisha said, kneeling next to the tub and picking up a loofa, then beginning to gently rub it over her body, abandoning the loofa when she got to her pussy, her bare hand gently rubbing her, her finger slipping between her long inner lips to sensuously rub her big clit, then dipping into her briefly before continuing down to her legs with the loofa.

"This feels just wonderful," Wendy sighed.

"I enjoy touching you," Aisha said shyly.

"Your hands are very gentle," Wendy said. "I enjoy your touch."

"With so many wives, we often please each other," Aisha said. "If you would like, I would like to please you. Do you do such things?"

"I do," Wendy replied, smiling. "But you would have to let me please you, too."

"Come," Aisha urged, her face lit up with delight as she helped Wendy from the tub, then toweled her dry before leading her further back into the plane to a sumptuously rich bedroom, with silks and gold trim galore around a king-sized bed.

Drawing Wendy down onto the golden silk sheets, Aisha lay between Wendy's legs as she leaned down to suckle on her hard nipples, her hands gently kneading her big breasts. Trailing her tongue down her body, pausing to tease her navel, she stared at her pussy as Wendy drew her legs up to give her better access.

"You are so beautiful here," Aisha breathed, touching her, then sliding two fingers into her as she leaned forward to suck on her big clit, Wendy moaning as she came almost immediately. "And you have a wonderful flavor," she said, sinking her tongue into her, replacing her fingers.

Wendy had to suppress a laugh as she thought about what she was doing, where she was doing it, and with whom, which wasn't difficult as orgasm after orgasm roiled her body as Aisha expertly ate her pussy.

"Oh, you cum so easily," Aisha said, lifting her shiny, pussy-smeared face to smile at Wendy. "It is like drinking the finest nectar," she said, once again gluing her mouth to her and feasting, slurping up the juices that flowed onto her tongue which she had jammed as far into her as she could get it.

"Now it is my turn," Wendy gasped after several minutes and many orgasms, pulling Aisha up and rolling her onto her back, leaning over to kiss her, tasting herself on her mouth and insistent tongue as they sucked the breath from one another. "You are so adorable," she said, sliding down to suck on her small, dark, hard nipples, then on down her body, pushing her legs apart, Aisha sliding her hands down the backs of her legs to hold her ankles wide apart, spreading her pussy open before Wendy's face, the vermillion interior of her pussy contrasting nicely with her dusky skin.

"Ohhhhh!" Aisha moaned as Wendy sank her tongue into her, tasting her musky juices before then sucking on her butterflied inner lips and then her fat clit, Aisha writhing beneath her as she feasted on her delicious pussy. "Oh, oh, oh, you do that so nicely," she gasped as Wendy continued to enjoy eating her.

The rest of the flight was spent in bed with Aisha, alternately pleasing each other, only breaking for a couple of light meals and glasses of champagne which the female flight attendant brought them, serving them in bed, nobody acting as though anything were out of the ordinary. A couple of hours before they were due to land, they got out of the bed and Wendy enjoyed another bath with Aisha washing her, then insisted that they trade places and repaid the kindness. By the time the plane descended to land at Dubai International Airport, they were strapped into their seats and Wendy was feeling like a million dollars.

When they landed, a sky-blue Bentley was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs, the interior all done in sable, which Wendy found both distasteful and beautiful. She found the skyline of Dubai fascinating, some of the tops of the buildings disappearing into the clouds. They finally pulled into the courtyard of a magnificently adorned building.

"Where are we?" Wendy asked as they exited the Bentley into the oven-like heat of Dubai.

"This is the Sheikh's home," Aisha replied. "You will be our guest and stay with us while you are here."

"Oh, my!" Wendy exclaimed when they entered the building, white marble and gold everywhere, immediately affirming to her that her choices about Garden of Eden's color scheme were right, the feeling of extreme wealth almost overwhelming.