Jacky took the front seat of Rick’s car on the trip out to dinner. He had not said where they were going. Jack slid into the back seat. As they drove off, Rick advised them that the man they would meet came from a different culture and the two ladies should only speak if spoken to.
They did not go to a fancy restaurant instead Rick drove them down to the wharf area. The found themselves walking out on a jetty where a large super yacht was moored. Jack was impressed. She had never been aboard such a large vessel.
They were welcomed aboard by a butler and served by a maid, wear a uniform similar to what Jack had been wearing all week. However this maid was a wearing a face veil and had exotic eyes, heavily made up. The veil was transparent and Jack could see she had a pretty face. The girl apparently had very poor English. All the same she seemed pleased when Jack thanked her politely for the treats she passed around.
The person whom Rick wanted to introduce the two women to, proved to be an Arab man wearing a blue and white headscarf over a business suit. Jack could only assume he was the owner of the boat. His name was Mohammed and he seemed to be about 30, older than Jacks old body but younger than the 40ish woman she currently was. Rick introduced “Jacky” and “Sharon”.
They were the only guests on the boat. The only people they saw were the butler and the maid but Jack guessed there must have been other crew behind the scenes. Certainly, there must have been a chef producing the magnificent food they were presented with.
Jack had no idea why they were on the boat. Mohammed’s English was very good but he just made small talk with Rick over dinner, they talked about sport and horses. Jack gathered from the conversation that the two men had met at a casino. Mohammed barely said a word to either of the women but his eyes were certainly wandering all over their bodies. Bearing in mind what Rick had told them in the car Jack and “Jacky” ate silently. At least the wine was good. In her week as a maid Jack had been denied a drink. Now she had access to a very nice red. Mohammed, who was clearly a Muslim, obviously didn’t object to alcohol.
With the meal finished and the dishes cleaned away. Mohammed clapped his hands and the lights in the cabin dimmed. Jack wondered if it was the sound that dimmed the lights or whether there was someone listening for the signal who had turned the lights down.
‘Perhaps it is time that the ladies perform’ Mohammed suggested to Rick. He refilled his and Rick’s glasses with the spirits they had been drinking and bought out two cigars.
‘Certainly’ replied Rick. Neither Jack nor Jacky had any preconception about what was meant.
‘Girls’ Rick addressed them. ‘Mohammed would like to watch you dance’