The Sidewinder Caper - Sex Stories

The Sidewinder Caper

... and financial variety. They often returned home with hundreds of thousands of dollars transferred into their personal bank accounts, depending upon how unobtainable they were perceived by mere mortal men. The Prince prided himself on bedding super-models. It was a point of honor few men could aspire to, and these women knew their bodies were their tickets to wealth. This gig was just big coin, for a future when they were no longer so young and beautiful. Their bags were brought up, but none of the women had bothered to pack much. They would be given shopping excursions around the best outlets in Riyadh, which were opened for their personal use whenever the proprietors received orders from the Prince's people. Nepotism ran deep around the ruling house, and you paid to play in the Saudi capital. Indri was provided with a personal staff to tend to her every need, want, and desire. Her dresser was an attractive Arab girl in her early twenties, the daughter of a vassal family indentured to the Royal House. "Thank-you, Amani. How long have you been working here in the palace?" Indri asked the pretty, young girl, as she laid out the dress she had just un-packed. "I have worked here since I was nine, Miss. My grandfather owed a debt to the Royal Family, and all my sisters and brothers are required to serve at the pleasure of the ruling house, as were my father and uncles." Indri picked up the Dolce & Gabbana dress and held it up to the young girl, whom she was quite sure could never ...

... dream of affording such a dress, working as she did, a virtual slave. "See if this will fit you, Amani." The dark-eyed girl looked at Indri with a stunned look and shook her head, as if it were not allowed. But she looked at the dress admiringly, nonetheless. "Memsaab?" "Please! I would like you to have it." Subdued, the girl lowered her eyes, but after a moment, looked up again with an expression of renewed hope. Indri handed the girl the dress with a kindly look, and she received it hesitantly, but held it to her body closely, turning to admire herself in the mirror. "You are spoiling my servants!" chided the Prince, who startled them both, as he stood with a bemused look on his face in the vestibule of Indri's apartments. "It is alright, girl. Take the dress. You may leave." Amani rushed out with a nod to the Prince, and closed the door behind her. "That was a great kindness. She will serve you well, now!" the Royal Prince observed. "So may I serve you, your Highness." Indri smiled, thankful that he had allowed the girl to keep the dress. She admired his confident manner as he approached her. "When I first saw you that night in New York, I told my brother Saud that you had the look of a Princess, and he agreed. I am afraid we played a little trick on you that night in Manhattan. You see, my brother and I are twins. You met us both that night, perhaps not realizing it. When I went to get you that drink, it was my brother who brought it back to you. I wanted him to meet you, ...