"More Harem Captives" - читать интересную книгу автора (Maclean Alistair)

'And, Your Highness, I think we will have Rafta and Gorka fighting over the two Matched Pairs for their Red and Green Teams, if we gave them also a little more funding.'
'Agreed,' said the Prince with a cruel laugh. 'Yes, the two new Matched Pairs being fought over by Rafta and Gorka will be a scene that I shall enjoy watching from up here.'
'So, may I tell Pierre to go ahead, Your Highness?'
'Yes, tell him to get them all here as soon as possible - I can t wait to see them all helpless and in my power.'
'Yes, of course, Your Highness,' replied Malaka with a bow and turned to return to the harem. As he did so he was inwardly rubbing his hands at the thought of getting his hands on these obviously independent-minded Western women. It would a delightful challenge to break them into the ways of the East. He would immediately sent Pierre an apparently innocuous e-mail telling him that go ahead with the shipment of goods and that his terms were agreed.
Meanwhile, elated by the prospect acquiring a new whole new batch of white women for his harem, the Prince turned back to the lattice screen.

PART I


A JOURNEY INTO SLAVERY


1 - THE TRAP IS BAITED

It was two days later and Pierre, having received the go-ahead from Malaka, had assembled the team of young businesswomen in a country hotel near Gatwick airport. He had advised them to bring travelling clothes and make preparations for a long stay abroad.
'Good news!' he began. 'My client has studied your brochure. He is interested in your ideas and is impressed by the calibre of your team. I think there is every likelihood that he will be ready to provide you with the financial backing you need and introduce you to some worthwhile international clients - once he has met you, for like many successful men he likes to back people he likes the look of - and I'm sure that there'll be no problem there!'
The women all exchanged looks of delight.
'But,' went on Pierre, 'are you really sure that you really want to start up your own business?'
'Yes. We're all fed up with working for other people, in large companies run by men and for men. We want to run our own show - and we have the skills and experience to do so.' The speaker was a tall, rather angular dark haired woman, Patricia Kirk. She was dressed in a well-cut black business suit and there was a self-possessed and efficient air about her. Alongside her was a pretty buxom young blond girl with big blue eyes, Kelly Caruthers. She seemed very much beholden to the older Patricia.
'Well,' said Pierre, 'if it all goes well, then my client will want you to start immediately - setting up an office near him to handle his own substantial international investments and those of his rich friends. Although he would want to keep an eye on matters, he will leave you, as experienced asset managers, to deal with all day-to-day matters.'
'Ah!' cried another woman, Amanda Saunders, the former experienced Financial Analyst. She was a sophisticated looking and well-groomed blond. 'That's just how we prefer to work.
'And what's he going to pay us?' asked Jill Sanders, the older of the two American sisters.
'That is something you will have discuss with my client,' replied Pierre, 'but I think you can take it that it would be sufficient to ensure that you are all living in a lifestyle that reflects success and thus attracts clients - and at the same time will ensure that you are not tempted back to the City or to Wall Street. And if you want a 'golden handshake' paid in advance to enable you to establish yourselves locally, I am sure that he would agree.'
The women looked at each other and smiled. It was indeed a very attractive fly that Pierre was now casting over the group of women. However, he also had to make sure that they were free to take it - before disappearing into the Prince's harem.
'Are you sure that this is what you want?' Pierre asked. 'And are you sure you're all free to live abroad and don't have any domestic ties here in England? Will you all be free, if he agrees to hire you all, as I am sure he will, to stay abroad perhaps for up to a year? My client would want one hundred percent dedication to your new business from the moment he takes you on.'
With his attractive French accent and Gallic charm he was very attractive to women, just the sort of man that a woman felt that she could trust - even a lesbian like Patricia. She normally guarded young Kelly very jealously but had not really minded when Pierre teasingly flirted with her pretty young "protйgйe".
'Don't worry,' came the husky voice of Amanda Wethers, a sophisticated and well-groomed blond. 'We're all appalled by the prospect of more years in the London rat race. There's nothing to keep any of us here now. It would be much more exciting to work abroad - and perhaps in a warmer and sunnier climate - and I know I speak for my children as well. They're just longing to use their talents abroad - and to show them off to your client.'
Yes indeed, laughed Pierre inwardly, yes indeed.
'And that applies to us both, too,' said Jill Sanders. Her younger sister, Candice, nodded.
Pierre looked at them. What a lovely Matched Pair they would make, he thought, chained together in the Prince's harem, with their long honey-coloured hair, fresh complexions, good figures and flashing eyes. Many a Sheikh would pay a fortune for them alone.
'Well then, that's settled,' said Pierre with an engaging smile. He handed them return open tickets. 'You will see that your tickets are return ones in case you or my client decide not to proceed with the project. But I'm sure you'll be staying. We'll fly out to Zurich this morning and from there . . . well I'm not yet at liberty to tell you what country we'll be flying on to. But I shall again be giving you open return tickets back to Zurich in case you change your minds.'
There were gasps of excitement. The country they would be flying on to! That sounded interesting. They had assumed they would be flying to boring old Zurich or Frankfurt. And they would have open return tickets in case they didn't like Pierre's client. What more could they ask for?
'Wonderful!' enthused Candice.
'We'll all go straight to the airport from here,' said Pierre. 'My client is anxious to meet you and finalise matters without delay. But I must warn you,' he lied, 'he is also in touch with another firm Asset Managers and so I want you to see him and conclude the deal as soon as possible. Just remember that he and his friends have large amounts of money waiting to be professionally and expertly invested. They are anxious to take advantage of the present turn-down in the world stock-markets - provided they have confidence in you, as I am sure he will have, once he has met you in person.'
Here were gasps. Large sum to invest! It was all sounding better and better - the chance of a lifetime! But another firm was also after the job. Time was clearly of the essence.
Pierre went on quickly. 'When we arrive at our final destination, two special limousines will take us to my client's private aircraft, which will be waiting to fly us to meet him. Just how long we spend there will depend on how you impress him and the plans you make with him. I know he is keen to start you all working without delay, based in his large villa.'
'But will we have the right clothes?' cried Candice.
Again Pierre could not help laughing to himself. Little did they know that soon the Prince's black eunuchs would only allow them to wear scanty harem dress. 'Oh don't worry about that,' he replied. 'My client will be much more impressed if he sees you in your present business suits - anyway, you can always get other clothes out there, cheaper and more suitable than what you'd buy here.'
'But can't you now tell us who this mysterious client of your is - and where he lives?' asked Patricia.
'No, I'm sorry, not yet - not until the deal is finalised. Like many really wealthy men, he likes to keep himself strictly to himself - and well out of sight of the media. As I said before, it is essential that you keep this project entirely to yourselves or he will withdraw his interest entirely. He has been particularly attracted to you because you are a self-contained group. So don't say anything about it to anyone. No one must even know that first of all you're going out to Zurich - or other rival fund managers will get to hear about it and the whole project will collapse.'
The women were nodding their agreement.
'But what shall I tell our housekeeper?' asked Amanda, the mother of the eighteen year old Diana and the sixteen year old John, both of whom would be employed in the administrative side of the enterprise.
'Tell her that you've all been invited for a long skiing holiday and are not quite sure when you'll be back. Tell her meanwhile to take a month's holiday. I repeat, secrecy is vital if you are to pull off this wonderful opportunity.'
'Don't worry,' said Patricia. 'We've all already agreed amongst ourselves not to say a word to anyone - and I've checked with everyone that they haven't. None of us want to risk losing this wonderful chance. None of us have husbands or near relatives or partners we'd have to tell. So you can tell your client that his confidence will be quite safe with us.'
'Excellent!' said Pierre with a little smile.
'And will you be coming with us?' asked Jill.
'Of course - and staying with you until everything is settled,' Pierre replied.
'Oh good!' The young woman smiled, reassured.
'Oh!' added Pierre, 'and please don't bring mobile phones or cameras - or my client may think your spies sent by the Press and send you all packing!'