Sheik Down

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Reluctant, Drunk/Drugged, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: You've met women like this many times! They think they are going to take advantage of someone and find that they are the suckers! Whether you're a gal or a guy, you will agree these money-grubbers get what they deserve!

Lynn and I are two close friends who like to go out after work for "happy hour" on Fridays.

It's kind of an unwinding thing we do at the end of the work week to get together at a nice dinner house with a great bar, happy hour prices, and great looking single guys.

We go to 2 or 3 different places and we do this whether we have a date that night or not.

I'm Janet, 5' 6", 105, 24 y/o with long, blond hair and, if I should say so myself, I'm in pretty good physical shape since I make it a habit to work out 3 days a week.

Lynn is a long time friend. She is a little taller than me, a year younger, slightly heavier (mostly because of her huge boobs!), and has beautiful auburn/red hair that never fails to get the looks from guys (or girls, too for that matter).

We had talked on the phone earlier that Friday and made a "date" to meet just after 5 at EL__________ noted for its good mexican food and even better margaritas.

Neither of us had a date that night so we didn't have any "afterward" plans as we often do.

It was kind of a nice change to catch up on "girl talk" and not be in a hurry to get home and change for a date.

"...and this regular customer who comes in, Bill...you should see his butt! He has the tightest, cutest..."

I was half listening to Lynn, as we sat at the bar working on our 2nd margarita, and noticing the 2 guys who were at the end of the bar ordering.

The place was packed with people and the chat and noise levels can get loud.

"...and he said,..."

One of the two guys made eye contact with me and flashed a big smile with pearly white teeth. His eyes were piercing.

"Jan, are you listening to me?" Lynn asked.

She could tell I was looking past her and, without being too obvious, wanted to know what (or who) I was looking at.

"There's these two guys...DON'T LOOK. They look like they're arabic or something but the one guy is really giving me the eye."

Just then 2 more margaritas arrived and Jim, the bartender said, "compliments of the two gentlemen over there."

We were barely into our second drink!

We were sure to get bombed...more than we were already. I smiled at them and raised my glass and Lynn did the same.

"Oh, they're gorgeous!" Lynn turned to me. She didn't overstate them. The taller of the two (and the one who smiled at me), had jet black, curly hair with a neatly trimmed sexy beard.

The other one was only slightly shorter and had just a mustache. Both were dressed impeccably in what appeared to be tailored pin striped suits.

That wasn't out of line considering a lot of businessmen come here after work too.

Before Lynn and I could talk about them, they appeared right next to us!

"Permit me, my name is Farhard...this is my friend Haddam... and you, with the most beautiful face in here, are...?"

"Janet...Jan."

I was curt but didn't quite know what to say since I was caught off guard. To compound it, he had an accent that seemed middle-eastern, it was hard for me to understand him.

"...and you, my dear?...to whom do I have the pleasure...?"

His friend was just as suave and gentleman-like.

"...ah, L-L-Lynn." My friend stammered out her name like she was making it up.

"Thank you for the drinks," I blurted out. Stupid!

"Oh...no probalum..."

I was noticing Haddam's eyes devouring Lynn's bulging cleavage. Damn her and her big boobs!

Although we were wearing business suits, Lynn had gone into the bathroom and removed her tank top that discreetly covered her boobs during business hours.

I was wearing a white blouse under my suit that buttoned to the neck with a matching scarf wrapped around.

Lynn was much more daring and provocative. (I almost hate it when she does this, it often draws the wrong element to us like flys to butter!)

"Are you foreigners?"

I almost died when she so quickly and directly asked that question.

"Well, yes...we are visiting your countary from Engaland... do you like...ah,...how you say, foringers?"

England, yeah right. By way of Saudi Arabia!

"We are here representing our highness who has business in your country."

Lynn and I looked at one another with intrigue and, ever mindful of "bar bull", almost let his statement pass without notice.

"His Highness?" I HAD to ask.

"Yes, Sheik Abu Naddi Haffdel."

I was aware that Farhard was ogling me like I was the one who had removed my blouse.

"Forgive me...Jyanit...but your eyes, they are like...how do say?... maganets to me."

Oh brother! These guys were full of it!

I don't know if you have ever been in one of these places but the noise level along with the periodic announcements of 'so & so your table is ready' made it nearly impossible to understand them...much less their accents!

Before I could acknowlege his "compliment" he interjected,

"A thousand pardons...but that is our call for our table... it would give us great pleasure if you could dine with us."

Before I/we could give that kind of commitment to total strangers I gave Lynn a knowing look and excused ourselves to the ladies room.

They both bowed their heads and allowed Lynn and I to exit to "powder our noses". I felt their stares on our bottoms the whole way to the bathroom.

"Do you BELIEVE these guys!" I exclaimed to Lynn on the way.

"I think they're kind of charming." Lynn retorted.

I was a little taken aback by Lynn's reaction. Usually we are together on the type of guys who impress us.

As I leaned over the sink to freshen my make-up I said,

"Do you really want to have dinner with these guys??"

"Oh where's your sense of adventure girl? It's ONLY a dinner! Besides, you don't want to make them feel unwelcome, do you?"

We argued briefly back and forth and, without taking too much time, made the decision to have dinner with them.

During dinner, they both seemed to turn on the charm. First, they made sure we knew prices were no object and to order anything we wanted. They "insisted" on this and that.

I think the most expensive thing on the menu was $13 or $14 but they also asked for champagne.

We settled on 2 bottles of wine with dinner and the question and answer session (mostly from me) continued all through dinner.

Their questions were mostly about our "families" and if we had husbands or boyfriends! How funny!

I could tell Lynn was totally captivated as was her potential "suitor", Haddam and she began to tell our life stories to him.

It's funny how pairings seem to happen but I must admit, Farhard was my choice of the two.

I was mostly captivated by his accent and trying desperately to understand what he was trying to convey.

Some of the words and sentences they put together were absolutely hilarious such as,

"I find that your country is not 'weery preferenced' to people of other lands." Then catching himself in a faux paux, "I mean for a countary that is made up of ALL peoples from ALL lands..."

Both Lynn and I looked at each other as we tried to be delicate with our mouths full and not laugh out loud.

The conversation, (along with all the liquor) managed to loosen us up and we had many laughs during dinner.

The only rough spot came when Farhard had accidentally cut my finger with his massive ring while reaching for my hand.

"PLEASE...OH, Forgive Me!...How terribly clumsily of me!"

He barely even hurt my finger and quickly sopped up any excess blood with his monogrammed handkerchief which he deftly pulled from his pocket.

"Oh...my...I must ask you for a thousand pardons..."

"It was nothing really, Farhard...it was an accident."

"Please...to make it up to you...We would be weery pleesed and honored to take you to see the Sheik's water wessel." I overheard Haddam say to Lynn as they paid the check.

"My friend would feel dishonored if he were not allowed to make go away such a disgrace as hurting your friend."

I don't think Lynn and I ever made more quizicle looks at one another nor were we ever more "in the dark" about a couple of guys and their ways and customs.

They were so mysterious, we couldn't refuse!

As we walked out of the restaurant, a long pearl white stretch limosine quickly pulled up in front of us.

Before we could answer, the tuxedoed chauffeur quickly hustled out to our side of the car and opened the door.

Almost hypnotically, and with very light nudging from our hosts, Lynn and I entered what was the most incredible, expensive looking interior of a limo I have ever seen!

Talk about champagne wishes and caviar dreams!!

Lynn's eyes were as wide as mine...we were like little kids in Disneyland as we settled into the luxury of the leather seats, hand-crafted wood bar, and the sexiest lighting I had ever encountered in an automobile!

Instead of chrome handles, ALL of the interior metal was GOLD! And, apparently, NOT gold plated!

"Do you mind if I ask what kind of business your boss is in?" I asked.

"Why, no...forgive me for not saying sooner... he has many 'adventures' but mostly oil." Farhard informed us.

I should have guessed but Lynn and I were so high that we both giggled out loud.

"Please..." Haddam said more than asked. "I must have a lock of your beautiful red hair Ms. Lynn".

And with that, he snipped a tiny section from the end of Lynn's tresses. It was so odd that she just laughed even louder.

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