‘Muhammed would like you to wear Arab costume. The girl will help you dress’
Jack looked to Jacky. But Jacky just hissed ‘Do as you are told’
She observed Muhammed speaking to Rick again. Rick seemed upset. Jack heard Rick reply ‘No just the red dress’
However, Muhammed once more spoke quietly to Rick for a period. Rick seemed agitated while the Arab seemed very calm. Eventually Jack saw Rick begrudgingly concede. Rick then addressed Jacky. ‘You are to put a costume on as well. Go with the girl’
Jack and Jacky followed the girl out of the room. They went down some stairs and entered a cabin and from a wardrobe she produced some skirts similar to the ankle lenght blue and black tasselled skirt she was wearing herself. One was predominantly maroon and the other predominantly gold. She handed the maroon skirt to Jack and the gold skirt to Jacky. Then from elsewhere she found some decorated bra’s that matched the skirts the girls had been handed. The girl presented the items then disappeared from the room.
Jack looked at the clothes she had been given, the skirt and bra were covered in what appeared to be small gold coins. It was very fancy.
‘Well I guess we put them on’ said Jacky. ‘I told you that body could dance. You did a great job. Rick couldn’t keep his eyes off you. I’m actually envious. This body might look great but I don’t think I have the dancing talent I used to have. You left me for dead’
Jack actually felt a bit chuffed. She knew she was good ‘Did you know anything about this?’
‘No. I thought we were just going out to dinner. I’ve never net Muhammed before and didn’t even think that Rick knew any Arabs’
‘So what do we do?’
‘Get changed and do some belly dancing I suppose. You know the deal. We do as Rick says. Remember if we please him your punishment should be over and we will be able to swap back'
The girl was waiting outside the room when they emerged. This time she had with her two face veils similar to the one she was wearing herself. She fixed them on to Jack and Jacky. The veils were quite transparent and it was easy to see Jacky’s face through the veil.
The girl then led the them back upstairs. They stopped outside the room and could here the men talking. Jack heard Rick ask ‘Do we have a deal or not?’.
‘We will see. I admit I have been very impressed so far’
The girl pushed a button on the wall and the music started up once more. After 10 seconds she opened the door and began to dance back towards the men. Jacky and Jack followed, swinging their bodies as the girl did, aware of their long skirts flaring about their legs.
For 15 minutes they danced in front of the seated men. Both were sipping on drinks and smoking cigars as their eyes devoured the performers. Jack couldn’t help but to start to dance for the audience. She didn’t plan to but something about the way Rick was looking at her made her dance to him. She no longer needed to be copying the dancer's move. Dancing to the music felt so natural to her. Rick's eyes seemed to have a depth of sadness about them that Jack had not detected before. For the first time in her experience she began to believe that Rick actually had some level of love for Sharon.
Jack found dancing for Rick to be easy. The music was slow and rhythmical, and the dancing was not physically taxing. Her body was built for this, she had more of a belly than the skinny, leggy Jacky or the petite Arab girl. She found she was actually turned on by the way Rick was looking at her. Certainly, he seemed to be watching her more closely than the other dancers. Even Muhammed seemed to appreciate how well her body, especially in the costume she was now wearing was conveying the eroticism of the music.
The music changed several times but was still the Arab style with and the type of dancing they needed to do didn’t really change.
Finally when Jack was starting to feel exhausted Muhammed clapped and the music stopped. He left the room. Jack knew not why. The dancer followed him out.