"The Three Day Pass" Chapter 14
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"That was my driver, he has just crossed the George
Washington Bridge." Fazzi said as he put down the
telephone, "We still have time, but I think it would be
nice if we were there to greet Worthington when he
arrives. We will take your car Yussef, and since I know
where the cafe is, I will drive. Wait for me in the hall, I
want to say good night to Mary before we leave."
Fazzi found both his wife and Kassie in the kitchen and
told them that they were about to leave the house, and
not to wait up, as they would be very late. The women
came out into the hallway to say good-bye to Joseph.
"Don't wait up for us. Your father has a big evening
planned and I just might have to return to base right
away." Joseph said after kissing Kassie and saying
good night to her mother. As they left the house Joseph
handed Fazzi the keys and they got in, and drove off.
As they left the estate, Fazzi turned to Joseph and said,
"You look very handsome tonight Yussef. I am tempted
to forget about this meeting and find a hotel or motel
and just spend the evening making love to you."
Joseph placed his hand on Fazzi's leg and playfully ran
his fingers up and down the older man's thigh. Then he
leaned over, nuzzled Fazzi's ear and whispered,
"Business first, my hot blooded Arab lover. Perhaps
later I will have a long, hard, hot treat for you to enjoy."
Then running his hand to Fazzi's groin, his fingers
caressed the Arab's hardening penis.
"OHHHHHHHHH, Stop! You are such a naughty boy
tonight! You will cause me to crash us up if you keep
that up," the astonished Arab said as he tried to keep
the car from swerving off the road. "Yussef, I can not
believe this. Are you telling me that you are beginning to
enjoy our 'playtime'?"
"Don't you want it to be true?" he asked withdrawing his
hand from Fazzi's crotch, "or were you just playing with
me, leading me on? Was I to be just another one of
your numerous conquests, and then you would throw
me over for someone else? Was that all that our
'playtime', as you call it, meant to you????"
" NO! NO! It was not like that at all!" the Arab said as he
pulled the car out of traffic and onto the shoulder of the
road. Turning to Joseph he reached out for him and
took him into his arms and kissed him. "Please do not
ever even think that," he said breaking the kiss. "I want
you to know that I loved you from the first time I set eyes
upon you. Yes, I have to confess that for a very short
time it was all about sex. I looked at you and saw a
vision of Paradise. Your virgin, blond, handsome naked
body, covered in different colored silky veils spread out
before me. My fingers wanted to reach out and remove
one veil at a time revealing your body to me. That was
all I wanted, just your body, nothing else. As Allah is my
witness, I admit it. Then something changed. Without
your doing anything, you made me want to expose my
true self to you. It was weird and strange to me. I found
myself forced to look upon you in a different way. I still
wanted you! However, now I wanted your soul first and
then your body. This kind of want was something new
to me. I had always wanted the bodies of my lovers,
never even thought of their wants, or their feelings. It
was then that I decided that I had to have you and would
do whatever I had to do to get you." Fazzi said as the
tears now streamed down his cheeks. "I just never
dared to even dream you would want me, not me, with
this old used up body of mine."
Reaching into the glove compartment of the car,
Joseph pulled out some tissues and wiped Fazzi's
tears away and said, "Here, dry your eyes, it would not
look good if Worthington were to see you all red eyed.
You and I have work to do tonight. We can talk about
this later. Perhaps after the meeting if we have time. We
can relax and let our feelings come out into the open.
Dry your eyes now," he said, kissing his eyes and lips,
"and let's get to that meeting. I'm getting hungry."
Fazzi got himself together and shifted the car into drive
and they continued on to the cafe. They arrived, parked,
got out of the car and gave the keys to the parking valet.
Standing there Fazzi heard his cell phone ring. He
answered and said into the phone, "Excellent timing,
we have just arrived ourselves. We will be waiting
outside." Then he said to Joseph, "The car will be here
in a minute or two. Please, you greet him and make the
introductions. Do I look all right? I am so nervous."
"You look wonderful, relax 'habibi'. Richard is a regular
guy, you will like him and I'm sure he will like you."
Joseph said, just as the limo pulled up to the curb. The
driver got out and opened the door for Worthington.
Richard senior got out of the car and Joseph extended
his hand to him and after exchanging greetings he
introduced him to Fazzi. "I am pleased to meet you at
last Mr. Muhammad, Yussef, as you call him has told
me a lot of nice things about you."
"He has always spoken most highly of you, too." Fazzi
said. "Please, call me Fazzi. When people call me 'Mr.' I
think they are talking to my father. Was the ride
comfortable?"
"Most comfortable and your driver was excellent."
Richard said taking Fazzi's extended hand and shaking
it, "and please, call me Richard."
With Fazzi leading the way, they passed a doorman
dressed in flowing robes and a turban, who had
opened an ornately decorated heavy door for them. As
they passed by him he bowed and touched his fingers
to his heart, lips and forehead and wished them
'Marhaba, Mesaa El Kair', Hello, Good evening
gentlemen, welcome to the 'Cafe Casablanca'."
As soon as they were inside, they were greeted by the
owner of the establishment, Mr. Amoz, who in formal
Arabic bowed and said, "Ahaaaaa, Sheikh Muhammad,
welcome to my humble establishment. It is so nice to
see you again, my lord. It has been too long since we
have had the honor of serving you. May I assist you with
your coats?" After checking their coats, the owner
directed them to a low table surrounded by comfortable
high cushions and saw to their comfort and seating.
"Who is going to dance tonight?" Fazzi asked the host
in Arabic.
"Dina, a young and most talented dancer from Egypt."
The owner said.
"I think I have heard of her. She is one of the best. Do
you also have a male dancer tonight?"
"We usually do have a male dancer, however tonight,
he is sick and can not perform. I'm sure that Dina will
more than entertain your party tonight. I will see to it that
she dances for your table above all others."
"That is most unfortunate indeed I so looked forward to
proving to my friends that there was such a thing as a
male belly dancer.' Fazzi said, then turning to Richard,
he apologized for using Arabic, "I'm sorry but the
owner's English is . is... is Yussef what is the
word ?"
"Limited?"
"Yes. Limited." The Arab said turning to the owner, he
asked, "What do you recommend that we eat this
evening? These two gentlemen are very important
friends and businessmen that I am trying to impress."
"Sheikh, for you and your friends, only the best will do,
and you shall have it. May I suggest our shi-ka-bob? It
is made with lamb that has been marinated for 12
hours then impaled on metal swords with fresh
vegetables and roasted to perfection and served over
steaming couscous. However, everything else on the
menu is also excellent and I will personally make sure
the cook treats your order with the utmost respect and
care." The owner assured them. He then signaled a
waiter to bring the menu. "This young man, Amir, will be
your waiter. His English is much better than mine, and
he will see to your order. Have a pleasant evening and
if you need me-I will be available. Just feel free to call
on me." Then in heavily accented English he turned
toward Joseph and Richard and said, "I hope you enjoy
the evening and that I will have the pleasure and
opportunity to see and serve you gentlemen again and
often. When you do come in again, please remind me
that you are friends of Mr. Muhammad and I will
consider it an honor to personally see to your comfort."
"Thank you. And we will be sure to remind you." They
both said.
The waiter came over and recited a long list of specials.
When asked about certain dishes he responded that
they were all very good and any would please your
pallets, however his personal recommendation was
the shish-ka-bob. The chef is a Bedouin and no one
cooks ka-bobs like a Bedouin.
The three of them agreed on the Ka-bobs and in short
order a meal fit for kings was set before them. In
addition there were several different types of wines
offered and served.
"It appears that wine is one of those 'concessions' to
Western culture that the owner of this place has made."
Fazzi said, "Another is that there is no smoking
permitted here. In the 'Old Country', in most eating
establishments, liqueur would not be openly offered,
however, there would be a communal Hooker pipe
placed in the center of the table. Most likely there would
be some high quality hashish in the bowl. Some of my
people prefer that mild drug to wine, but I would rather
have a drink."
Joseph and Richard both commenting on the quality of
the food and agreed that the wine really enhanced the
meal and could not see where a drug and the smoke
would add anything to its flavor.
"I can't think of anything that would improve this evening
more." Worthington said. "A Water pipe, might add a bit
of 'local color' and atmosphere, but the food, the
ambiance and the company are entirely sufficient. Fazzi,
I don't recall when I have spent a more delightful
evening."
"Now, Richard, there I would have to disagree with you."
Fazzi said. "There are two additional things that come to
mind, and here comes one of them now." The waiter
approached the table and with much 'showmanship'
poured hot steaming, black Turkish coffee into small
glasses set in silver holders from an old highly ornate
silver coffee pot. "That pot is called a 'Fin Jon'. You will
find one like it, well maybe not as fancy, in almost every
Arab household that I know. No true Arab would drink
anything else but Turkish coffee. I suggest you at least
try this. I'm sure that here you could request decaf or
'filter' coffee if you prefer. However, in the future if you
are to deal with us Arabs, you will find that deals are
made and sealed over a Fin Jon."
They both opted to try the 'Turkish Coffee' and were not
disappointed as it added the crowning touch to the
meal. "Sip it slowly," Fazzi directed. They drank the hot
sweet coffee and munched on sweet Baklava as they
sank back into the soft cushions and enjoyed the coffee
and conversation.
Fazzi asked Worthington questions about investing and
how Wall Street really works and Richard gave him his
number one sales pitch along with telling him stories of
some of the more bizarre things that happened on the
street. Along with being charming, Richard was able to
get Fazzi to relax and to laugh at some of his stories.
Soon the two men became fast friends. With Joseph
translating some words and phrases now and then the
three men really got to enjoy each other's company.
Richard inquired about how much Fazzi and his friends
were prepared to invest. Fazzi mentioned that for a
start--- perhaps half to three quarters of a million. He
was hoping to attract some oilmen to come into the
investment club with him. He told him that most of the
profits made would be donated to Cultural, Educational
and Medical facilities in the Middle East as well as to
several Arab institutions here in the United States.
"Ahhhh, so, am I right in assuming that you want this
"Club" handled like a Charity?" he asked. "Something
along the lines of a 'Catholic Charities' type of
operation."
"Yes, something similar to that is what I had in mind."
Fazzi said. "You see most of my friends and I have
made it 'big' in America and we feel the need to give
some of it back as well as send some help back to our
families and friends in the old countries where they
have not been so fortunate as we have been. And let us
face it, we Muslims could use some 'good will' and
good press."
"We could set it up like that and also get you a nice tax
write-off." Richard said. "I don't see a problem. We
could set it up something like the Jews and Salvation
Army have set up the united type funds they have.
However it would have to be very carefully monitored as
I'm sure the government is going to ask a lot of
questions."
"Yes, I'm sure they will and we would welcome their
investigations. We have nothing to hide. Just so long as
we are allowed the same considerations as the other
charities. We would want all kinds of checks and
balances in place. We would have a group of respected
community people to serve as board members,
headed by myself, to see that it was kept honest and
on the up and up. Yussef, what is that word that I'm
looking for?? That Jew word "
"Do you mean 'kosher'?' He offered.
"Yes that's it." Fazzi laughed and the three of them
joined in his joke. "It must be 'kosher', but in an Arab
way."
Well as long as it is 'kosher' I can see no reason why
we can not arrange something." Richard said and
added; "as long as it is going to be for charity I think I
can assure you that I myself will lower my fee for
handling this for you, by say, oh, a few percentage
points. After all why should you be the only ones to get a
tax write-off?"
"Richard, my friend, you are in business to make
money." Fazzi said, "I do not see the need for your
giving us a discount. Like our friend Yussef told my
committee the other evening when he met with them,
'you should expect to pay a lot of money to make money'
and we do expect to pay you top dollar for your advise
and help."
"Yussef said that! Well I guess I trained him well. One
thing is for sure you get what you pay for on Wall Street.
And you will pay, but I will see to it that we will all make
a lot of money on this. I want your business and I also
want the good will of the Arab/American community,"
Richard said, "and after that I hope to become the
funnel though which many millions if not billions of
dollars flow. So you see it is not a matter of charity for
me, but cold pure profit."
The lights in the room lowered and Fazzi leaned
forward and said, "Gentleman, we have had our food
and coffee and did a little business, now for the piece
'de resistance', the entertainment. The room turned
dark and suddenly the most intoxicating music was
heard and a small spotlight lit up a small area where
the stage curtains came together. Snake-like a
woman's hand appeared with little finger cymbals
clinking in time to the music. The arm moved, like a
cobra, twisting and turning, in time to beat of the music.
The arm was followed by a perfect female body clothed
from head to foot in different colored silk sheer material
that you could almost see through. Both the men and
the few women in the place gasped at the sensual
body dancing before them. Her headdress was
composed of gold coins and gold chains extending
down to cover her neck and rest on her shoulders. It
acted as pointers to her magnificent breasts. Those
breasts were encased in two golden cups that pushed
them up and forward. They appeared to move
independent of each other, yet were completely
controlled by the dancer's body movements. Her dark
hair framed a beautiful face with ruby red lips, all this
set in flawless olive skin and covered with a
transparent thin silk face covering that only directed
your eyes to two pools of water that served as her eyes.
The music was intoxicating, and she made full use of it
to imprison your soul as she flowed like a river around
the room as one silk veil after another artfully fell from
her body. Her body movements created a sexual
fantasy that had the audience on their feet clapping and
whistling and screaming for more. Yet, while she
hinted, and left little to the imagination she never
exposed herself or anything vital. Many of the men tried
to insert dollar bills into the waist belt of her costume,
but they soon learned that this was not the thing to do
as she artfully avoided contact. After a while she
danced her way to Fazzi's table and after wiggling her
hips and making flirtatious and beguiling belly
movements she asked him if he would like to join her
on the stage and dance with her. Fazzi declined but
instead offered Joseph to her as a dancing partner.
Delighted to have the slim good-looking younger man
instead of the older man, she took his hand, assisted
him to his feet, and directed him to the stage. Feeling
his reluctance, she whispered to him, "Don't worry, you
will just have to stand there while I dance around you.
Just don't move till I tell you." She maneuvered him
under a hook hanging from the ceiling and taking one
of her silk scarves she quickly and loosely tied his
wrists together and raised his hands to the hook
making it appear like he was hanging there. She
danced around him like he was her captive. She made
it appear that she was torturing him with her sexual
charms. She rubbed her body against Joseph's
squirming form, bringing hoots and hollers from the
audience. She ended up swaying her body before him
and moving to press her gyrating ass against his cock
and she whispered, "bring your arms down around me-
--NOW!" Joseph lowed his arms encasing her body.
The lights went out as she slipped out from his arms
and the lights came back on with her standing beside
him bowing to a cheering audience and telling him to
take a bow also.
She returned him to the table and thanked him for
helping her. Fazzi then asked her to join them for a
drink after she had freshened up. She said she would
be pleased to, but only for a short while. She then left to
return backstage and walked through the cheering
crowd to the rear of the cafe.
"You did very well my friend," Fazzi said with Richard
agreeing. "There was not a man here that did not envy
you."
"It was rather fun and someday I might want to learn to
dance like that." Joseph said. "She is really something.
Do all Arab women know how to dance like that?"
"Some Arab fathers insist that their daughters learn to
dance like that, just like American fathers have been
know to insist their daughters learn ballet or the tap
dance." Fazzi informed them. "It is not only a matter of
culture, but some of us feel that dancing like that adds
to the bridal price value of the girl. Others just get
pleasure watching their daughters perform. Perhaps
you Americans will misunderstand this part of our
culture. I think this is because of your puritanical
upbringing. My own daughter has taken such lessons
and while not as good as Dina, she could give a
respectable performance."
After Dina had washed and changed to her street
clothes she joined them for a few drinks and friendly
conversation. The men joked about the way Joseph
had looked so scared on stage. "He was excellent,"
she protested while smiling at him, "sometimes a man
will try to grab me and carry me off. Sometimes they
become so aroused that I have to offer them something
to cover themselves with. I have had men try to rip off
my clothes on stage." Looking up and directing their
attention to a bull of a man standing near the exit, she
said, "you see that big man over there, the one with all
the mussels? He is my protector. He sees to it that I get
home in one piece. Gentlemen, I thank you for the
drinks but I see him telling me to go now. It was nice to
meet all of you. And Yussef, if you ever decide you
would like to join my act, I would be glad to have you as
a regular. Here is my card. Just give me a call. Good
night."
After she left Richard said, "It is getting late and I too
must be going if I am to get home tonight. I thank you
for a wonderful night and look forward to your call when
you arrange that meeting. Be sure to call as soon as
you can."
"Yes it is getting late and we all should get to bed."
Fazzi said as they all got up and headed to the
coatroom. Fazzi took care of the bill and thanked the
owner of the establishment. They got their coats and
outside found their cars were waiting for them. Joseph
again said good night to Mr. Worthington and got into
the passenger seat of the BMW. Fazzi, who was again
going to drive, waved good-bye as the limo pulled away
and then sat beside Joseph.
"Well Fazzi, what did you think of him?" Joseph asked
as they drove off.
"He is a wonderful man and I think we can do business
together. I like him and I thank you for bringing us
together. Do you think it would be helpful if I invited him
and his family to come to meet our community? Just to
get to know us better. What do you think of that idea,
habibi?"
Joseph thought a while then said; "I think it would be a
wonderful idea, but, only after he has had an
opportunity to conduct that meeting with the investors. If
for some reason something should go wrong-you
would not look like the fool having wasted time and
money with no possibility of a return."
"You, my love, are beginning to think like an Arab," he
said reaching over and placing his hand on the
soldier's crotch.
"Is that bad?" Joseph said, placing his hand over
Fazzi's and pressing it into his crotch. "I hope it is not
too late for you to come up and have a night-cap-is it,
habibi?"
"Only if you want me to, Yussef. As you know I would not
want to force you. Do you realize that this is the first
time, my dear, that you have asked me without my first
putting you on the spot?"
"Yes, my Sheikh," he said as he pressed Fazzi's fingers
around his hardening cock. "I guess the music and the
belly dancer just got to me. I feel so horny now. At first I
thought it was something you might have slipped into
my drink or food. But, then, I remembered that on the
way here, in the car, I felt that way."
"Oh, my beloved, just hold onto those thoughts." He
stammered as Joseph cock jerked under his fingers.
"We will be home in a few minutes-that is unless you
want to check into a motel!"
"No, my Sheikh, you have me on your white stallion,
carry me away to your desert tent and make love to me,
master," he moaned as he reached over and squeezed
Fazzi's crotch and placed his lips on his ear and
nibbled on it.
"We will go to your apartment. It is closer and we can be
alone there. Too many of the motels in this area know
me and there would be talk," he said as he removed
his fingers from Joseph's crotch. "Now let me get us
there in one piece."
Five minutes later they had parked the car in the garage
and Joseph grabbing Fazzi's hand pulled the Arab up
the steps to his apartment. Inside he locked the door
and enfolded the excited, but bewildered man into his
arms and kissed him hotly and passionately. Kissing
his lips, his eyes and his ears. Joseph started to pull
the clothes off the panting middle-aged man. Exposing
his chest and devouring the exposed neck and
shoulders with kisses, nibbles and one or two hickeys.
Joseph was driving him frantic. They were soon both
undressed, their clothes thrown here and there. Joseph
pulled Fazzi into the darkened bedroom and they rolled
onto the bed together. Rolling over each other, kissing
and hugging as their bodies became entwined seeking
satisfaction and release.
"Yussef darling, please, I want to fuck you!" Fazzi almost
screamed.
"Fuck me??? No! I can't let you do that, my love. While I
may call you, Sheikh and master, it is me who is to be
the dominant one. And if anyone here is to be fucked, it
will be you, lover." He said as he drove his tongue in
and out of Fazzi's ear. "No, first you must submit to my
will, as you claim to submit to Allah's. You will do what I
say and when I say it, is that understood?"
"And if I refuse," he said. "What will you do?"
"But, you will not refuse. You know you want me to
dominate you-you have from the start. Do you know how
I know this?"
"No, But I'm sure you will tell me." The quaking Arab
said.
"I may not get every detail right but from what I can
guess, your first and perhaps the only true love you ever
had till now, was a high ranking army officer. He took
your virginity and your love. He dominated you and
caused you to do things that you might never have
done, except with him. Then he either had to dump you
because he became afraid to be exposed or more likely
was killed in one of those many wars you are always
having over there. Since than every affair and even your
marriage has placed you in the dominating roll. You
hated it. You went from one affair to another never
finding satisfaction. Then one Friday you see me. I am
in uniform. It brings back memories of your first love.
Since I am not the Arab Sheikh you really want, you
dream up this picture of a white Christian Knight
galloping up and reaching down to lift you onto his
white charger. You picture me slinging you across the
saddle and carrying you away into the desert sunset. In
fact, to fan this illusion you even gave me the modern
version of a white charger, the BMW. You offered me
your daughter, in hopes that I would live with your
family, thereby making it possible for you to see me
anytime you want. What you really would like is get both
Kassie and Mary out of your life, making it possible for
you and I to live together with me as your white knight
and you as the swooning maiden. You want me to
dominate you-you need it-yet you also want it to appear
that you are the master. How am I doing? Did I get it
right?"
Yes, Yussef, for the most part you have gotten it right.
Most of what you say is the truth. I want and need you
as my lover and, yes, even as my master. Tonight when
I saw you on the stage, I pictured myself as the captive
hanging there being whipped by both Kassie and Mary.
Then you came charging up on your white horse to
rescue me and carry me away." He said, "but I know
that was fantasy and in real life I can not appear to be
subservient to any man. As an Arab man I would loose
face. That would be a sign of weakness and my life as
a community leader would be over."
"No one is talking about your 'Public Face' here. You
know I can and will help you keep that illusion. Both you
and I are prisoners of our public lives. Neither of us can
afford to expose ourselves: you, because of your
position in this community and me because of the
army. What we do in private has to be kept between the
four of us, you, me, Kassie and Mary. Perhaps in the
future we will be able to 'come out'. At that point Kassie
and Mary can either stay or leave, but they must have
the freedom to choose. Permit them this freedom or I
will take Kassie away from you and you will never see
either of us again." He threatened, "do I make myself
clear, lover? It is to be that way or no way. Do you agree,
Habibi?"
Joseph was laying it out on the line. He was gambling
that what Kassie had said about her father being
hopelessly in love with him was true. Now was the time
to gain the upper hand. It was do or die, shit or get off
the pot time."
...continues in "The Three Day Pass (ch.15)" - click here to continue...
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