Chapter 9: Examination Before Tea

After lunch the audience settled into their places and the Emir announced the third round of the competition.

"I shall now examine each contestant in turn and mark her on her physical attributes. Any defects, based on my personal opinion, will be marked down from ten, which is a perfect body. The sponsors have all been informed of the routine, which will be identical for each girl. The Chief Eunuch will order each girl by numbers to perform the following actions. When he says 'one' the contestant will stand erect, with her feet apart, arms out to the side. When he says 'two' she will move her hands slowly up to above the head. When he says 'three' she will bend at the waist until the upper body is horizontal, resting her hands on the whipping bench. When he says 'four' she will continue down to touch her toes. When he says 'five' she will lie flat on her belly on the bench with her legs apart, hanging down the sides. When he says 'six' she will roll on to her back with her hands on her head, and her legs apart, hanging down. When he says 'seven' she will rise and walk back to compound. Marks will be also be lost for inelegant movements."

The members of the audience who had not heard the details before were pleased to find photographs of a nude woman in each of the six poses displayed in their programmes. Though few of the audience knew who had modelled the poses, the Earl of Bargoed recognised his granddaughter, the Princess Alima at once, and very tasty she looked.

"The first contestant is Kashiefa," announced the Emir.

She came forward and stood on the dais.

The Chief Eunuch called out, "One."

This was an interesting position and showed off the body well. The Emir walked slowly round the contestant and looked her carefully up and down. If any of the women were to show nerves it would be at this point when she was displayed for all the world to see all of her charms. He repeated this walk round with each of the candidates as the afternoon wore on.

"Two."

She had not practised this round of the contest enough, and the pause while she remembered the next position cost her a mark. The lifting of the arms did little more than lift the breasts and the Emir thought it was not much of a test, if the woman remembered what to do.

"Three."

Kashiefa bent forwards and rested her hands on the whipping bench. Her breasts wobbled a little as they hung below her chest, elongated by gravity. The Emir bent and looked very carefully at the view they offered. This was a favourite position of his for looking at a woman, as it gave a slim woman fuller breasts. In Kashiefa's case it merely emphasised the size of them.

"Four."

She couldn't quite make it to touch her toes, and that cost her another mark. This position did show off the anal cleft very well and the small rosebud sphincter looked most inviting, but she hadn't done it quite right, so the lost mark remained lost.

"Five."

The Emir watched closely as she lay down on the whipping bench, face down and with her legs hanging down the sides. In this position her breasts were squeezed out sideways and the nipples were just visible. Her arse-cheeks were slightly flattened as gravity pulled them down towards her legs. Nonetheless she looked eminently fuckable and the Emir nodded his satisfaction.

"Six."

As she rolled neatly on to her back the breasts sprang up and then sagged a little down towards her armpits. Her splayed legs showed off the full labia and the Emir could just see the tip of her clitoris, and wondered whether to see just how large it was. Then he decided that he could do that later. She remembered just in time to put her hands on her head.

"Seven."

She rose well enough but the walk back was just a walk, and she lost another mark there.

The next contestant is Vega," announced the Emir.

She waddled forward and stood on the dais. The Emir thought that this one would lose some points here.

The Chief Eunuch called out, "One."

Vega, standing erect, looked as though she needed to keep her feet apart and her arms, held rigidly level with her shoulders to either side, looked as though guy ropes would not be a surprise, descending from each to the floor. The Emir was reminded of Gerard Hoffnung's description of an operatic diva as "a messy soprano" who entered "in a single pile". Nevertheless, the enthusiastic welcome from the audience showed that they all liked plenty of curves on their womenfolk, and she did have a pretty face.

"Two."

The effect as she moved her hands slowly up to above the head was fascinating. Her breasts were lifted, as was intended, and it seemed as though her belly was lifted also, revealing to the Emir that her nether lips were as fleshy as the rest of her.

"Three."

The exercise of bending forwards was intended to show off the full beauty of the breasts as the upper torso became horizontal. In this case, the only question was whether Vega's long nipples would actually touch the ground when she rested her hands on the whipping bench for balance.

"Four."

Much to the Emir's surprise, she achieved the toe-touching with no apparent strain. Quite where all the rolls of breasts and belly were packed, he couldn't say, but he reflected ruefully that if you were an arse man there was certainly enough there to keep you happy for a long time, a very long time.

"Five."

To say that she lay flat on the whipping bench on her belly was something of an exaggeration, though she did perch on her belly and breasts, face down, with her legs hanging down the sides. This revealed, as Vega's arse-cheeks subsided under natural forces, a deep anal cleft at the bottom of which a brown, puckered rosebud glistened, presumably with oil.

"Six."

The roll over was Vega's downfall. She rolled towards the nearer edge of the bench and almost fell off. Regaining her position meant an undignified hunch across the bench and the Emir deducted two marks for that. When she finally settled, all her belly seemed to head for her cunt area, half covering it, and both her armpits were full of breast.

"Seven."

As she walked away, mortified by her error in the previous exercise, the Emir again marvelled at the crowd's enthusiasm for one who was, to his eyes, a good few kilos over weight.