It was wonderful to be a princess in America. Bahie was young, rich and beautiful. Her father, Prince Galal, would always see that she was provided with whatever she wished for. Galal was a powerful man in Arabia. Those who failed to carry out his bidding did so at the risk of severe punishment.
Now, Bahie was in America, having been taken there by her father to receive an education at a fine California university. When she could escape the limits of her father's oversight, she greatly enjoyed the freedoms of life in America, particularly freedom from the overpowering, stifling, suppression of life in Arabia. Her wealth and position allowed her to maintain the many privileges she enjoyed back home, but the constraints she had lived under were gone, and she was enjoying life to its fullest.
Her father was most often back home in Arabia, leaving Bahie in command of his walled-California mansion and its many servants. One day, when she returned home after classes at the university, she was greeted at the door by her personal servant, Amurra, who, as usual, was waiting to do her every bidding. "Greetings, princess, I hope you enjoyed your classes today," she said with a welcoming smile.
"Yes, Amurra, I did, particularly that blonde boy I told you about yesterday, the one in my history class."
"Ah, yes, my Bahie, I remember well," Amurra replied with a giggle, "back home you could just take him, but I guess here you have to win him."
"We'll see, Amurra, we'll see, after all, this is America, and father says I can buy whatever I want." They laughed together like girlfriends as they walked down the long hallway toward the baths.
"I must tell you, princess, that there is a workman near the pool area today. He is fixing some broken tiles." The swimming pool was located in an open, outdoor area in the center of the mansion. It was clearly visible from the room where Bahia took her bath.
"Let's look at this workman, Amurra, open the curtain so I can see him."
Amurra drew the curtains back from the floor-to-ceiling window. The workman was on his knees working on some tiles. He had removed his shirt and his strong back glistened from the rays of the burning sun. "Ooh, this is the same young workman my father has used many times. He is quite handsome, don't you think, Amurra?"
"Oh yes, he is indeed," Amurra said with a sexy grin, "I would guess he has quite strong tools." They both giggled loudly as Amurra opened the sliding glass door a bit.
The workman looked up at the sound. He saw the two girls watching him. Knowing he had to keep his place, he hurriedly looked away and went back to work, though he shifted his position enough so he could glance out of the corner of his eyes to
see the two beautiful girls watching him.
"Let's give him something to enjoy while he works, Amurra," Bahie said, "take off your blouse." Without hesitation, Amurra removed her
blouse. She was naked from the waist up because Bahie had long ago ordered her never to cover her beautiful breasts with a bra. The workman was trying to pretend he was focused on his work, but they could tell he was glancing at the window as much as he could.
"I'll bet he wants to lick your luscious breasts, Amurra," Bahie laughed as she brushed her hand down Amurra's back. "Let's give him more to see." She unbuttoned Amurra's skirt and let it drop to the floor. She moved behind Amurra and cupped her hands over her breasts.
"You are very beautiful, Amurra, I think the workman is lusting after your body." The workman was no longer pretending to work. He was gazing at the glass window.
