Chapter 1: An Offer Too Good to Refuse

"So," Malia Jackson said, leaning forward and smiling at the young blonde across from her. "Have you thought about what Kyle told you? About the Dubai gig?"

"I have, I don't, I'm still not sure Malia," Samantha Brunner replied. "I mean, he made it sound so easy and stuff. And, like, the pay. That can't be right. $5,000 a day?"

"No he's right, he's definitely right," the black skinned model replied without hesitation. "To be honest, I think you might even be able to make more. The guys over there, those Arabs and Saudis and stuff, they got so much money it's not even funny. They're, like, billionaires. They fly around in private jets, they have huge palaces and, like, fifty servants and maids."

"Jeez that's so crazy," Samantha said in disbelief. "And they're really gonna give me $5,000 a day just to travel around with them? And sleep with them every once in awhile?"

"Girl I'm 100% positive about that," Malia responded. "They did for me, and I'm black. They don't even really like black girls, or aren't attracted to them anyway. They have a huge, huge thing for whites, especially white blondes. They go crazy over them. I'm telling you, those guys will buy you whatever the hell you want, just to be seen around in public with you. To show you off like you're their wife."

"Wow, that's pretty sad," Samantha said with a laugh.

"It is, but hey, if we can milk the shit outta them why not?" Malia asked. "They're so desperate to have the hottest girls on their arm, they'll spend whatever. I told you, I was there for three months, and I came back with $400,000 plus a ton of jewelry, bags, the nicest clothes, makeup. I'm thinking of going back too."

"Seriously?" The blonde asked.

"Hell yeah!" Malia cried out. "What the hell am I gonna do here that will make me four hundred grand in three months?"

"Nothing," Samantha agreed after some pause.

"I'm telling you, you should really go do it, just for a couple of months like I did," the black girl suggested. "It's seriously so easy. The guys, they're all really, really classy and nice. I mean, yeah a lot of them are kinda old and gross, but they seriously last like 5 minutes in bed, or ten max. And most of them you only have to do it with once a day, if that. Other than that you go out to dinner and lunch with them, go to some shows and public events. Besides those you get to go out in Dubai, buy whatever you want, live in a nice ass condo. It's like an escort's dream."

"Yeah I know, you told me all of that before," Samantha replied, taking a sip of her iced tea. "It's just I've never done this before. Escorting I mean. It seems so, gross. I mean no offense. I don't judge girls that do it, you know that. I just never ever imagined I would do it. I still can't."

"Yeah I totally hear you," Malia acknowledged. "Look if you want I can even go with you. I'll fly with you over there, to Dubai. I'll introduce you to all of the people I know and the agency that you'll be with. Then you can see how nice they are and how easy this gig is. And if you don't like it I'll make sure you get the first plane back."

"Okay, I'll think about it, I really will," the young blonde stated. "I know it's a really good opportunity."

"Yeah totally, just think about it and let me know," Malia replied, as she picked up her martini and took a sip.

Two Weeks Later

"Oh my Gosh this is so exciting!" Malia exclaimed, grabbing her friend's wrist and shaking it. "Aren't you excited?!"

"Yeah, I am," Samantha answered, flashing a thin smile at the eager black girl.

She was only half telling the truth. As she sat back in the cushy leather seat of a large commercial plane, Samantha couldn't help but feel at least a bit of anxiety. She still could not believe what she was about to embark on. After weeks and weeks of talking with her friend Malia and her talent agent, she'd finally decided to give high-class escorting a try. The primary reason, of course, was money. The 19-year-old had moved to New York recently with the suggestion of Kyle Jensen, Malia's manager and agent. He'd discovered an online modeling portfolio she'd made a year ago while she was living in Orlando. He'd gotten her numerous paid jobs and had convinced her that she could make a full time career out of it in New York.

Shortly after arriving, however, Samantha had discovered how brutal and competitive the modeling industry was. She'd hoped to land some jobs at fashion and runway shows, but every agency told her the same thing: that she was too short. Samantha could not contradict them either. At 5'2" and 95 lbs she was a very petite and skinny girl. She did, however, have a model-like figure, with her long, slender legs, tiny 22" waist, and surprisingly shapely physique. The only possible flaw on Samantha, if anything, would be her small A-cup breasts. Her face was also gorgeous, with her captivating blue eyes, long blonde hair, and perfectly delicate features. Despite her beauty, in the modeling capital of New York, she struggled to find enough paying work just to keep up with her bills. Every month she barely had enough money to afford rent and basic necessities. She began working part time as a waitress at a nearby restaurant, but it was very taxing physically and she hated it.

So after giving it much thought, Samantha had finally decided to head to Dubai with her friend Malia. She'd met Malia through Kyle and had done a few photo shoots with the dark skinned girl. They'd quickly become very close and she regarded Malia as one of her best and most trusted friends. In fact, Malia's assurances about working in Dubai were what convinced Samantha to finally go. At the moment, she planned on staying for at least a year and possibly more if the job and pay really was as good as her friend promised.

"I still can't believe you're going with me," Malia declared in wonder. "I'm so excited! I think I'm gonna wet my pants!"

"Oh my God, will you stop?" Samantha laughed, as several other travelers looked at them.

"Okay okay I'll stop," Malia chuckled, before putting some headphones into her ears. "I'm gonna sleep for a bit, you should too. I told you how long the flight is, right?"

"Yeah, 12 hours," Samantha confirmed. "I'm okay I'm not sleepy."

"Suit yourself, girl," responded Malia, as she pulled a pair of shades over her eyes.

Samantha continued to look outside the window until all of the passengers had boarded the plane. About 10 minutes later, as the aircraft rumbled forward and took flight she looked down at the striking view of New York and exhaled deeply. For some reason, she felt so distant from the city already, and that it would be awhile before she saw it again. She felt silly for thinking so, considering that she only planned on being in Dubai for a year and very possibly less if the experience was less than her expectations. She hadn't told any of her friends or family about her trip. She was an only child and had stopped talking with her parents ever since she'd left to New York against their wishes. They'd been against her modeling aspirations, and probably would have come to New York themselves if they'd learned about her plans to escort in Dubai.

The next twelve hours passed by painfully slowly for Samantha. She'd barely slept the night before, yet still couldn't doze off despite her repeated attempts. For some reason she couldn't shake the feeling that she might be making a very big mistake. She was on her way to a foreign country in which she had no relatives or friends, and her only guide was a girl she'd met just a couple of months ago. Although Malia had been very supportive and warm to her since they'd met, Samantha knew that she still did not know much about her still.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent to Dubai International Airport," Samantha heard the flight attendant announce over the intercom. "Please ensure that your seat is in the upright position, trays are stowed away, and you are returned to your seat. Thank you."

"We're here!" Malia exclaimed, gripping the blonde's tiny wrist. "Or almost here. Oh my God I slept so much, holy crap. I slept pretty much the entire flight huh?"

"Uh yeah," Samantha replied, shooting her friend a playful look of annoyance. "Thanks for keeping me company, I wasn't bored or anything."

"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you when we land," Malia promised. "I've got so much energy now. I can shop for the next ten hours straight."

In thirty minutes the two girls were off the plane and officially on Dubai soil. Once they finished grabbing their suitcases from the baggage claim Malia searched around the terminal for their personal assistant. It did not take her long, as she seemed to have done this many times already. She even knew the man waiting for her. He was a very large and muscular Arab, standing at least 6'5" and weighing at least 270-280 lbs. He had on an expensive black suit and matching sunglasses. He nodded at Malia before taking a few seconds to gaze at the petite blonde by her side. Samantha felt very uneasy as she saw a thin smile form on the man's face.

"Good to see you Malia," the brawny man said in a very thick accent.

"You too Jalil," the black girl replied warmly. "We're ready to roll. Oh this is Samantha by the way."

"Nice to meet you Samantha," Jalil greeted.

"Nice to meet you too," Samantha chirped, shaking the Arab's hand.

"We go now, the agency is waiting for you," Jalil declared.

The man walked briskly as he led the two Americans out of the airport and to an awaiting limousine. He opened the door and allowed the girls to enter the vehicle while he stowed their luggage into the trunk. Samantha was already starting to feel better as she climbed into the luxurious limo. There were bottles of expensive champagne as well as different kinds of fancy food inside. Nevertheless, she chose not to eat or drink anything, although Malia promptly helped herself to some alcohol.

"We're meeting the agency already?" Samantha asked.

"Yeah, how come?" Malia responded.

"I don't know, I thought we'd go to our hotel first at least," the blonde explained. "Do they, am I gonna have to see a guy tonight? That's kind of soon Malia."

"I don't think they'll send you out tonight," Malia replied. "But they're gonna want us to work Sam. I told you, once or twice a night. Other than that we'll have the entire day to do what we want."

"I know ... I'm just ... I don't know, this is all just a little crazy, I still can't believe I'm doing this," Samantha said.

"I know, I was super nervous too my first time, but trust me it's really, really easy," the black girl stated. "You'll see once we meet the agency. You'll see how classy they are. Trust me you have nothing to be nervous about, like I told you a million times already."

Samantha nodded her head and looked outside the tinted window. It was approximately 10:00 in the morning and the sun was shining brightly outside. She was glad to be inside the air conditioned limo, as it was already very hot outside. As she passed by countless skyscrapers and massive shopping centers, the 19-year-old American felt a twinge of excitement. She'd heard how modern and glamorous of a city Dubai was and now that she was seeing it with her own eyes she couldn't help but agree. About ten minutes passed by when all of a sudden the car stopped at a busy downtown street.