“Thank you, Mr. Austin. And I hope that you and Mr. Victor will remain here as my guests just as long as your business permits. We shall do our utmost to insure your comfort.”
His “utmost” turned out to be Leila. She was waiting for me, wrapped in flimsy gauze, perfumed and panting, when I went back up to my room. I took one look at her and decided that the Sheikh’s utmost was fine with me. There were a couple of erogenous zones I hadn’t explored yet with Leila, and I welcomed the opportunity to fill in the blanks.
“Well, you’re a great consolation prize,” I greeted her.
“I hope I will give satisfaction once again, Mr. Victor.”
The veil billowed lightly in the breath from her lips. A moment later I was inhaling it myself as I kissed her. Those large breasts with the hard rosebud tips pressed into my chest as we clinched. When the kiss was over, she took me by the hand and led me to the bed. The covers had been turned back.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she undressed me. When I was naked, she indicated that I should stretch out and relax. She stuck a cartridge in a stereo set on the other side of the room, and then she began to dance for me. The music was atonal, typically Arabian, slow and sensual. Lei1a’s movements were the same. What muscular control she had! Under the semi-transparent harem-girl costume she was wearing, each section of her anatomy seemed to move independently of the whole.
Her left breast rotated all by itself until the flimsy covering had slipped slowly from one shoulder and bared it to my view. The cherry-red nipple glistened as the breast, stationary now, stood out firm and proud.
Her right hip undulated into action now. By some intricacy of garb, the material slid away from it until first the hip and then the golden-tan buttock cheek was also bared. Over the top of the face-veil her dark eyes moved insinuatingly over my body and flashed with amusement at the reaction the dance had provoked.
It went on a while longer until Leila was left with only one piece of gauze knotted at the waist and hanging down in front to her ankles. Lightly, she leaped up on the bed and danced around me. The end of the long, wispy 1oincloth—if that’s what you call it-—tickled me maddeningly as she moved over me. Then for a finale, she swayed enticingly up my body, drawing the material up the inner surface of my thighs, over my groin and stomach and chest until she reached my face.
The electric material brushed my lips until they parted. My teeth fastened automatically over it. Leila pulled back, sinking down on her haunches as the dance came to an end. I raised my head, then set it down again. The result was that I pulled her toward me.
Leila nodded. That’s what she wanted. Using my teeth, I worked my way up the length of gauzy material until I’d reached the knot at the waist. It was loosely tied and opened easily. The last piece of cloth fell away from her body. The taut, scarlet evidence of her aroused womanhood was right over my chin. I slid down a little and teased it with my tongue. Leila’s nails dug into the back of my neck for a moment. Then she shifted position abruptly and impaled herself on me, falling forward so that the tips of her breasts grazed my chest. She buried her teeth in the muscle where my shoulder and neck met, and we began moving rhythmically together.
The things Leila could do with just that one part of her body! It was a tight-fitting glove-—-with a hand in it that clenched and unclenched! It was a vacuum cleaner nozzle with terrific rhythmic suction! It was a fluttering feather teasing the length of my manhood. And then it was a grinding, demanding animal force building mutual pleasure toward the mutual release of the juices of pleasure. The pressure mounted, until—
There was a bloodcurdling scream!
Startled, Leila lost her perch and fell backwards. A moment later we were both on our feet. I grabbed up my pants, pulled them on, and raced into the hall. Other people were coming out of their rooms in response to the shriek. Austin fell in beside me. Further down the hall I saw Privy and Snoopleigh coming toward us.
From the other end of the hall, another yell sounded. Everybody headed in the direction from which it had come. Before we reached it, a door was flung open and Sheikh Ali Khat emerged like a charging bull.
His face was purple with rage. The top of his body was naked. The cord which held his pantaloons around his waist was untied. He held the billowing trousers in place at his waist with one hand while he shook the other fist in the air.
“Where is that Leila?” he thundered.
“She is entertaining Mr. Victor,” an aide told him in a shaky voice. “What is the trouble, Your Highness?” he added.
“Was it not Leila who was privileged to spend last night in my bed?” the Sheikh demanded.
“It was, Your Highness.”
“I thought so. Leila!” The Sheikh took a deep, angry breath and then pronounced sentence. “Have her destroyed!” he intoned with finality.
“Destroyed? But Your Highness—”
“Have her destroyed!” he boomed. “She has given me some dread disease. Yesterday I was fine. Tonight, after having made love to her, I am a sick Sheikh.”
“What hurts you, Your Highness?” The Sheikh’s physician approached and spoke to Ali Khat in a soothing tone of voice.
“Nothing hurts me! But I have contracted some awful malaise, and only Leila can be to blame!”
“What are the symptoms, Highness?”
“My urine has turned green!
“Green?” The doctor scratched his head.
“Green! Have that venereal slut destroyed!”
“A moment, Your Highness.” Austin spoke up. There was a strange glint in his eye. I noticed that John Rank Privy looked suddenly discomfited. “When did you notice this?” Austin asked.
“Just now when I urinated.”
“Forgive my impertinence, Your Highness,” Austin continued, “but did you happen to flush the toilet before you relieved your bladder?”
“Why, yes. I did. You see, it was just installed by Mr. Privy, and I wanted to see if it really flushed silently as he said it did.”
“And did it?” Austin persisted.
“Yes. But what has that got to do with-—”
“Excuse me, Your Highness.” There was exultation in Austin’s voice now. “But the young lady has not given you a disease. And there is nothing wrong with you.”
“Of course not,” the Sheikh sneered sarcastically. “Doesn’t everybody pee green?”
“Anybody who uses that toilet might think he had,” Austin told him. “Isn’t that right, John?” He turned to Privy and asked the question sweetly.
Privy didn’t answer. His face just turned even redder.
“I demand to know what you mean!” the Sheikh ordered Austin.
“Of course, Your Highness. You see, Mr. Privy has a device built into his toilets so that when they’re flushed, a deodorant is automatically squirted into the bowls. This deodorant is colorless until it’s mixed with uremic acid—-urine—-and then it turns green.”
“Is this true?” the Sheikh demanded of Privy.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Privy admitted in a low voice.
“It’s just to avoid scares of this sort,” Austin continued smoothly, “that in the toilets we make the deodorant is chemically treated so that it won’t change color no matter what it’s mixed with.”
“I see.” The Sheikh shot Privy a distasteful look. “Is it not a good thing that I have not yet signed any contracts,” he told him. “You might have started a panic among all my people if I’d let you install toilets like this one. The deal is off, Mr. Privy. I hereby award the contract to Mr. Austin!” The Sheikh turned on his heel and vanished inside his room, slamming the door with finality behind him.
“Well, Steve, we’ve won!” Austin grinned from ear to ear.
“In that case, I guess I’ve earned some diversion,” I replied. “And it’s waiting for me right now.” I bade him good night and went back to my room.