The Three Day Pass · Part 10

The Three Day Pass · Part 10 (10/13)
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"That's a good girl. You know you should marry that girl, she really loves you." Barns said. "You be careful and do a security sweep often and try to use public telephones whenever you call me or at least call on the cell when you are away from the car."

"You never told me you were checking on Kassie and Mary." Joseph said. "I'm glad you are doing it. I still care for her and her mom."

"Well they don't know about the surveillance. It is nothing high tech, but I'm glad we are doing it too. Someone is checking up on you and not only with Kassie. They are doing a real professional job of it. We have reports of them even going back up to Malone. Again be careful and keep running those security checks."

I'll be careful and thanks for the information. I'll bet it has something to do with those two Syrians I met at Fazzi's. I wonder what Fazzi's meetings this Friday and Saturday are about?"

"So do I, but I think it would be too risky for you to show up again like you did last week. We have other operatives on the job. Just play it cool for a while."

"I agree, but I have to see him sometime during the next week. I have a fitting with that tailor. Also there are plans for the party to be made. Look I'll call you Monday. Classes start then and I will have a better idea about scheduling. Good bye now."

"Bye and again be careful."

Joseph went into the city early on Friday and spent the day at Worthington's Investment Company with Richard's father. Together they went over the ideas Fazzi had suggested for the party. Fazzi had told Worthington that it looked as if he could not get The Cafe Casablanca dancer to come to the party, but that he was looking into getting others. Friday evening Sarah came into the city and after Rich finished at the theater he joined them and the family decided to go for a late supper.

Sarah suggested that they travel to Paterson, which was not too far away, and pay a visit to the Cafe Casablanca.

"Come on, it will be fun and when Fazzi hears of it he will really think we are going native." Sarah said. "It will be fun and I'm sure it will only help. You can tell him I insisted."

"It might not be such a bad idea." Joseph agreed. "Besides we never did get to see that male dancer and who knows maybe I will be able to get that Egyptian dancer, Dina, to change her mind. I bet Fazzi will get a kick out of our venturing into the Arab culture on our own."

So the four of them piled into Joseph's car and drove across the bridge and went to the Cafe. The doorman did not recognize him and told the four of them that the club was just about full. Before they turned away, Joseph asked to see the owner, Mr. Amos. When the doorman returned with the owner, he right away recognized Joseph. "A thousand apologies Effendi, you should have called, but, we will seat you right away. I will have the staff clear a place for you." He said in Arabic.

"Oh don't go to any trouble we can come back another time." Joseph said, knowing full well that the owner would rather cut off his hand than possibly offend a friend of Mr. Muhammad. "It was rude of us to come without reservations. Mr. Worthington and I have been bragging about our last visit here and tonight, on a whim, his family insisted that they wanted to visit your establishment."

"But it is no problem at all. Like I told you when you were here last time, you are welcome here anytime as honored guests." He continued speaking in Arabic. "Please come in and I will make you comfortable while I arrange a place for you. It will take about ten or fifteen minutes."

"That is most kind of you" Joseph said and turned to the Worthington family as he explained to them in English what was going on."

They entered the darkened room and were shown to the lounge where they were served drinks and refreshments while the owner went to clear away a place for them right by the stage. The displaced and enraged customers were angry until the owner told them that their evening was on him. He told them he had special guests and was sorry for the inconvenience. They grudgingly moved and Amoz had the table reset for Joseph's party. Within a few minutes they were seated and Joseph started to ask about the performers.

"Ahaaaa yes Dina is here tonight and also the male dancer you missed the last time." He said. "I'm sure Dina will be glad to see you again. She has asked after you many times." Then to the rest of the family he asked if it would be all right it he ordered the meal for them. "As your husband and Mr. Benson know I will take the best care of you. Is there anything that disagrees with your constitution?

"No we leave our evening up to your expert care." They all agreed.

"Good then I shall go out into the kitchen and prepare you a feast." He said in Arabic and then turned to the Worthington family and in broken English said. "I know of your work in our community Mr. Worthington, and I do want you to know that we do appreciate it."

The meal arrived in short order and while not the shish-ka-bob they had had the last time, it was never the less delicious. They ate and stuffed themselves. After the dinner they relaxed and had Turkish coffee and Baklava. During their dessert the lights in the cafe lowered, the music started and the male dancer danced across the stage. His 6 foot 2 inch 210 pound muscular body floated on the air as if he was a genie. Light as a feather he performed movements that were erotic and sensual, while maintaining his masculinity. Bare-chested, with stranded rings of gold chain hanging from his neck he swayed back and forth, twisting and contorting his body in time with the sexy music.

The chains of gold rubbing across his erect nipples exciting him even more. One could see the pantaloon like silk pants he was wearing develop a definite tenting. Flexing his muscular arms and abs and gyrating his groin area, he approached the tables trying to entice a woman to dance with him. He approached Joseph's table and invited Sarah to dance with him. To everyone's shock, she got up and tried to do a rough imitation of the bumps and grinds of a burlesque dancer. Both Richard and Rich turned red as everyone was applauding and whistling for more. Some men started to shout (mostly in Arabic, but some in English} for her to take it off, but thankfully it never got to that point.

When she finally returned to her seat, one of the older patrons, who had been whistling the loudest, came over to the table and in Arabic he asked how much they wanted for the woman. Joseph told him she was not for sale and the man went back to his table rather dejected. Joseph translated this conversation and after laughing a bite Sarah said, "If he were a bit younger, you really should have asked me if I wanted to be sold, before you turned him down."

"It was not really an offer to actually purchase you, as much as to pay you a compliment. It's more or less like when we say, you are a million dollar baby or I would give a million dollars for one night with that woman." Joseph diplomatically said. "Although, come to think of it– that is how I became engaged to Fazzi's daughter."

Next to perform was the dancer, Dina. Everyone now held their breath as the lights were turned off except for the small spotlight on the bottom corner of the curtain. The clinking of finger symbols and the tinkle of little bells could be heard but not seen. From behind the curtain a nude foot appeared with an ankle bracelet from which little silver bells hung. The foot shook in time to the erotic music and after what seamed like an eternity but was only about 15 seconds the familiar snake like arm appeared through the folds of the curtain with its long sexy fingers playing the finger symbols. The music reached a crescendo and through the parted curtain the dancer's body appeared.

It was covered in silver and gold coins, from her head to her neck. The rest of her body was incased in red, yellow and black flowing veils, so thin that you could just about see her nude body gyrating, twisting and turning in time to the music. If anything she and her dance were even more erotic than before. Tonight she was determined to give the performance of her lifetime and she was achieving her purpose. She had the men going wild with lust.

As before she would approach a table and when one of the men would arise to either grab hold of her or reach over and try to place money in her waist band or between her breasts, she would either artfully slink away or that big bouncer (her protector) would convince the patron to sit down and behave himself. It was all done in good humor and grace. By this time her audience knew her routine and that she would choose the man she wanted to dance with. However, hope springs eternal, and they still had visions of foundling her sexy body on a mountain of fluffy pillows. She was every man's erotic dream.

In their minds eye their arms would encircle her lovely body, pulling it to theirs and feel the heat of that body wiggling under theirs. Most of the men became so aroused that dark wet spots appeared in their groin area.

She danced up to Joseph's table smiling and pointed at Joseph. She again wanted to dance with him. The soldier was too embarrassed to get up. Hell, even though he was a homosexual, this woman still aroused him to the point that his cock was beginning to become hard. All of a sudden he felt these big hands grip him and lift him to a standing position. Her big protector had dragged him to his feet and just about carried him to the stage, where like before he had his wrists lightly tied together and his body was hung from that hook that had been hung from the ceiling. Leaving him strung up like a side of beef, the big bouncer, after handing Dina a short whip backed off the stage.

She danced around her loosely tied victim and gloried in the fact that she was causing him to become so aroused. She used her whip to arouse him even more. She would run the handle slowly, seductively over his arms and along his chess and down his sides. The whip was passed over his groin area bringing the audience's attention to Joseph's rather prominent erection. Now and then she would lightly whip his body while all the time keeping up her sexy body gyrations. Some of the women in the audience screamed out that she should rip his shirt and pants off, but instead she again backed up to him and rubbed her back up and down the front of his tortured body.

While every male in the place turned green with envy (with the exception of poor Richard Junior, who was broiling by this time), Joseph turned red with embarrassment. She gave him the signal and his arms dropped and encircled her as the lights went out. After about ten seconds the lights went back on and the patrons witnessed the spectacle of Dina in Joseph's arms their lips kissing each other deeply. And it did not end there and then, but continued for a long long time while the audience cheered wildly. When the kiss broke and during their bows Joseph asked her to join them at the table. She smiled and nodded yes as she led him back to his table.

While her fans continued to clamor for more, they knew the performance for the evening was over and with the aid of her protector, she was finally able to exit the stage.

"Don't you ever give me that cock and bull story about that being the Arab form of ballet! I know porn when I see it. And that was pure sexy pornography, even by the United States Supreme Court standards." Sarah said. "Man I got to take some dance lessons from her."

"I don't know if she gives lessons, but you will have a chance to ask her yourself. She will be coming to the table to have a drink with us, as soon as she changes." Joseph said, as the waiter came over and arranged another place at their table. A little while later Dina came over to their table. The men rose as Joseph introduced her and then they all sat down together and a round of drinks was ordered.

"I hope you were really embarrassed tonight. It was childish of me, but it was meant to be pay back." The dancer chided Joseph. "You were going to call me. You did not! Where have you been? Why did you not call me? Did you lose my telephone number?"

"Well, for one thing. I did not think you were serious, so I put it off. One day passed and then a week.. With one thing or another I became busy. When I did think about it, it was too late and I thought you would really be angry..and I sort of lost your card along with my courage." Joseph answered trying to make all kinds of excuses.

"I thought so you naughty boy. Now here is another card. I have written my personal private telephone number on the back. Please read the back and memorize it NOW. Do it now and set it into your mind that I am not kidding you.

Joseph took the card and turned it over and at first he just glanced at it —then he read the writing, "You must contact me. Someone has asked questions about you. You may be in danger. We must meet."

Placing the card in his shirt pocket he turned to her and said, "I'll call you and we will meet any time you want." He said placing his hand under the table and resting it on her thigh. She placed her hand on his and prevented him from moving it up.

"So tell me Dina, Do you give private lessons to students? Your dance so aroused my husband that I am thinking of doing a belly dance or two for him." Sarah asked.

"From what I was able to see this evening-Sarah, you do not need any lessons. I do not give private lessons nor do I do private parties," she responded, "That man that you were here with the last time has been calling and calling trying to get me to dance at a block party he is going to give here in Paterson. I told him I would not do it-but when he said that Yussef would be there I almost accepted. Anyway I told him I would think about it. And let him know."

"Oh please say you will." They all chided. (All that is except Rich.) Then they tried to tell her why it was so important that she perform at the party.

"I'll tell you what I will do, since you ask me so nice and I have made unabashed use of your body twice now, I will speak with my agent tonight after I leave you and then I will meet you for lunch tomorrow and give you my answer. Is that acceptable to you?" She asked.

Yes it is but I am staying overnight in New York City; does that pose a problem?"

"None whatsoever I, too, have an apartment in Manhattan. We could meet for lunch and I will give you my answer then." Dina said taking her hand off Joseph's and resting her fingers on Joseph's crotch area and giving it a squeeze. "It is getting late shall we say we will meet at 11:30 at the port authority in front of that stature of that TV character, the Bus Driver."

"You mean Ralph Kramden?"

"Yes that's the one. Meet me at 11:30ish."

"Consider it done." He said as she pushed away from the table, said her good nights to Sarah and the two Richards and blew a kiss to Joseph.

On the way back to the city Rich said, "Now I have her to contend with? You are supposed to be my lover. It looks as if I am going to have to fight half the men and women in the tristate area to keep you. If I did not know better I'd say you were Bi and be jealous as hell."

Reaching into his pocket the soldier removed the card Dina had given him, "Here read this!"

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"Damn it lover you don't need any aphrodisiacs. Get the hell out of here. You better take that shower-alone. GO NOW, habibi, before I insist that you fuck me right here and now. Right on the floor with the servants as onlookers cheering you on."

Chapter 25

Joseph, after taking a shower and a quick shave exited the bathroom drying his damp hair with a big fluffy towel. At one time he hated the fact that the army had insisted that his longish blond hair had to be cut short. Now he could see some advantages to the military 'Buzz Cut'. First of all, it dried quickly and it was easy to keep groomed. But lately an additional plus came to light. Whenever he rubbed the short stubble it reminded him of Rich. Now that man was the love of his life, but at times he could be so weird.

For the last few weeks, during their lovemaking, he would find any excuse (or no excuse at all) to rub his cock and balls over the short hair. When Joseph asked him why, he said it was a major turn on. That it felt like tiny electric shocks stimulating his libido. He said it made him fantasize about all kinds of erotic situations, none of which he would divulge. Joseph never pressed him for any answers, but the fantasies sure added to their bedtime activities.. Oh! Damn it, there I go again the soldier thought; all I have to do is to think about Rich and I start getting hard. I've got to put him out of my mind.

Thinking about him can make me careless and I cannot afford the luxury of that now. It takes only one slip and its curtains for me. (No, not the type of curtains he visualized in one of his own crazy fantasies. The one in which the both of them were on stage doing the "Dance of the Seven Veils". After the last veil floated to the ground, he and Rich, completely nude, are holding hands and bowing before a huge applauding audience as the curtain comes down!) (Now who is weird? he asked himself.) He was constantly trying to force this daydreaming crap out of his consciousness by repeatedly telling himself, over and over; I have to stop thinking of him. Being with Rich is fun.

With Rich my mine can relax and be free. Being with Fazzi is not fun. It is work, deadly work. I have to focus and keep focused. My mind must always remain concentrated on the job.

Wrapping the big towel around his waist, he walked over to the walk-in closet where he surveyed the growing collection of clothes hanging there. Along with two sets of army fatigues and his class 'A' uniforms, the maid had hung the new suits and sports clothes that Fazzi had ordered custom made for him. (Fazzi had also wanted to have his uniforms tailored but he had really put his foot down on that one.) The tailor had done a beautiful job on the new items. All were beautifully crafted and hand finished. All very expensive looking and made to give the impression that the wearer was either a highly successful young businessman or more likely, a man 'kept' by one.

The entire wardrobe must have set Fazzi back almost as much as he had paid for the BMW. Standing there he could not help but admire the beauty of two special items. Items. Hanging there were not one but two tuxedoes, one a formal black 'penguin' tux and the other a white dinner tux. While he had not wanted either, now as he ran his fingers over the material, he secretly ached to try on the black one.

In addition to this expensive wardrobe, Fazzi had also paid the tailor a small fortune to have a tailor's dummy made up. That duplicate of the soldier's body now stood in the corner of the closet and could be used when Fazzi wanted to order new outfits for Joseph. The only thing required was to select the material and style and the tailor would make up whatever he wanted. When not used for that purpose, the tailor had told them it could be used to hold jackets while the maid steamed the wrinkles out. When Joseph had again protested, it was Fazzi this time who put his foot down.

Throwing his arms in the air, begging for the assistance of a higher authority, he then shook his finger in Joseph's face and said, "damn it habibi you better face certain facts; no matter what you say or want, I am going to surprise you from time to time with gifts. It is my nature! I love to give gifts to those I love. It is the nature of my people to express love in this manor. This is an old Arab tradition and if I must say so myself, perhaps one of the best. So why not make it a little easier on the both of us! I don't have a lot of time to waste shopping nor do I have the time to stand in line exchanging something that is the wrong fit or size.

But most of all, as you should have learned by now, it is just not my style to buy 'off the racks'. That is for peons. Then again how can a gift be a surprise if you have to go for fittings? And this will simplify it for you too. I don't want you to have to spend all that time on fittings, standing on a raised platform having a stranger running his hands over that sexy body, touching you where he should not touch you and sticking pins into you. Time is money and we can use it much more effectively —- besides if someone is going to stick something into you-it is going to be me and I won't use pins. Look at it as a money saving thing. We are lovers as well business partners.

We will be going to a lot of business and social activities and we will need more clothes. The tailor made a mannequin of me and I am ordering one of you. Just trust me on this–this is the way of the 'rich class'. And you, my ex-farmer, are going to be rich, very rich. So get used to it. You are no longer a 'Fellah'. And I don't want to hear or see you acting like a peon ever again."

Opening one of the dresser draws, Joseph ran his fingertips over the new silk dressing gown and pajamas the Arab had purchased for him. He had never felt pure silk before. It was so light and smooth and it had this seductive sexy feeling. No wonder women loved its texture against their bodies. He almost 'creamed' at the thought of it next to his skin. And then he smiled, as in his minds eye he pictured Rich in a similar set of pajamas. He made a mental note to remind himself that as soon as he could he was going to buy Rich a set of these. Damn there I go again. I can't put these on now.

With that material rubbing against my privates the Washington monument would take second place to the 'Benson' monument. While he was not concerned that Fazzi would see him so aroused, he did have misgivings about that nice maid seeing him exposed. These and other thoughts were suddenly and rudely interrupted by the voice of Fazzi coming through the intercom. He was telling him dinner would be ready in a half hour and to please get ready and come down on time-as he feared that cold lamb kabobs might loose their potency. Joseph, smiling told him he would be ready and that Fazzi should wait for him in the dinning room.

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