-MUJAHID-
(Present Day)
On my yacht off the coast of Dubai, I wake up to my alarm sounding at six in the morning. I quickly mute the ringtone on my iPhone so it would not wake my wife. Then, I quickly look over the woman that is sleeping in my bed. I can't believe Kandi is my wife. Even though we are in a short-term marriage, it is worth the money to have her. She is fantastic in bed. I never thought I would marry a courtesan, but something about Kandi was worth it.
Looking at her sound asleep in my bed makes me feel peaceful. I don't know if I should have these feelings for someone, knowing or arrangement for this marriage will soon end. Muk'tah marriage has benefits but also has its cons. We can consider marriage permanently, but that may be a problem. First, my father may disapprove of our arrangement since Kandi does not believe in Muslim values. Second, is Kandi willing to commit a permanent marriage? It's something I am going to think about when the time comes.
(Four Months Ago)
How I met Kandi Apple was very peculiar. I came to Dearborn to set up food import warehouses for my father's company Salaam Foods Incorporated. One is in Washington D.C. and one in New York. I had to set up two more; one would be in Texas and the other on the West Coast. My father's company specializes in selling grain, transporting Middle Eastern food products that are not sold in the United States.
I was three weeks into my work, and I was stressed. My days consisted of getting up in the morning. Filing registration paperwork for a business license, going to a warehouse to meet with building inspectors, and hiring carpenters to renovate warehouse parts. Then there is the main staff that I have to hire to hire the workforce. I haven't seen my home country for a couple of years. Setting up these distribution hubs takes at least six to eight months to get it operational. It was early February, and the cold weather was relentless. The wind was dry and chaffy.
Working non-constant and traveling made me exhausted and lonely. My day started at 4 pm and did not end until 10 pm. One particular night, a Saturday night, I could not sleep. Having a bad case of insomnia made my night a living hell. Usually, I would jerk off to help relieve some tension, but I needed something a bit more. So I got dressed, put on some of my best clothes, and called a taxi to take me to the MGM casino. I went to the chip dealer and requested $10,000. It was not a big deal as my bank account was in the billions.
I made sure I visited every table. I was losing, but I did not care. I needed fun. When I met Kandi Apple, she was watching me play at the roulette table. She was beautiful as her caramel skin contrasted with the dark cherry red dress she wore. The light made her skin glow; I swear she was some angel. Kandi Apple smiled and winked at me before walking away. The heels she wore gave an extra inch in height.
Once I was done with my fun at the tables, I went to the bar to have a drink. I know what you think that Muslims don't drink, but I don't practice as much as I should. Besides, one drink could not hurt. So once the bartender gave my order of vodka and cranberry juice, I sipped slowly. That is when she walked up. Kandi Apple. She was on the phone talking to someone named Equinox. What a very peculiar name, I thought. Once she was done with the phone, she ordered a White Russian. As he handed her drink, she reached in her purse that looked like a disco ball that glitters.
"I'll pay for her drink," I offered. The bartender slid me her bill.
"Thank you!" Kandi replied.
"How does it taste?"
"Why don't you find out," Kandi replied as she slid me her drink. I took a sip, and it was delicious."
"That is good! What is your name!?"
"Kandi Apple!?"
"Beautiful name!"
"Thank you again."
"What is a nice girl like you doing out tonight?"
"Same as you, I am looking to have fun."
"Do you want to get outta here?" I can't believe I asked that. Corny, I thought as If I was in a bad movie scene.
"I would love to, but I already have plans. You can contact me anytime," Kandi replied as she reached into her purse to give me a black metallic card that had her name with a website.
"What is this?"
"Call me when you are ready," Kandi replied as she walked away. If I did not notice it before, her body was perfect. The dress she wore hugged her shaped tightly. Her ass was the shape of an apple. I see where she had gotten her name from.
I was finally feeling tired, and my drink was starting to hit me. So I took a Lyft ride home. When I got back, I still could not sleep for an hour. All I could think about was the woman who handed me this business card. Once I changed clothes and got in bed, I grabbed my iPad and went to the website that was on the business card. I was pretty shocked that the web address took me to an escort site disguised as a dating site. I was led straight to her page. There were pictures of her that my eyes should have never seen.
I liked what I saw. I don't know if it was her face or the lingerie pictures that covered her half-naked body. I was captivated. Before I knew it, I clicked the "Make an appointment" button. She was available the next night. Her payment was $5000 for the night. I entered the numbers from a cash app card that I use. My father checks the purchases on my main credit cards, and it was safe to use since I did not want to give my information on a website that security may not be top-notch.
I went to work after getting three hours of sleep. I came home around 5 pm, which I was lucky to conclude business early. I took a shower and put on a regular t-shirt and jogging pants. I laid on the couch, and before I knew it, I was asleep. The sound of the doorbell awakened me. I quickly got up and answered the door. There she was, Kandi Apple. She looked even more beautiful.
"Come in!" I said. She walked in wearing an expensive pea coat. Kandi's heels made a loud sound on my hardwood floors. I took her coat and hung it up in the closet. The dress she wore was tighter than the red dress she wore the night before.
"Hello, Mr. Mujahid," Kandi replied with her dark velvet color lips. Her curly hair bounced as she walked into the door.
"Hello!" I replied
"What can I do for you," Kandi inquired.
"I never have done anything like this before. So I guess you can do what you usually would do.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of you. Let's go to the bedroom."
So I led her to the bedroom, in which she wasted no time doing what her website said she would do. Kandi pushed me down onto the bed. She removed her dress, revealing one of those lace bra and panty sets that she wore on her webpage.
Kandi climbed on top of me and started kissing me in places that made my manhood stand firm. Seeing my soldier standing attention, she removed my shirt and pants, freeing my third leg. Kandi kissed me on the lips before she started licking my nipples.
"You are making me feel like heaven," I moaned in Arabic.
Speaking another language signaled her to keep going. Before I knew it, she wrapped her hands around my stiff hard manhood and started to stroke it. Having someone's hands stroking my bishop was more comfortable than my own hands. She continued kissing my body downward, leaving her lip prints plastered on my flesh. Before I knew it, her lips were around my bishop. The way her head bobbed up and down was a feeling I have been longing to have.
Even though it was for a minute, it felt like time had stopped. Kandi slipped on a condom on my manhood. Then, she removed her laced panties and climbed on top of me. It was an even more satiable feeling as my senses were already ten, which shot up a hundred. Kandi gyrated her hips for at least three minutes before I started feeling spasms in my bishop, causing me to fill the condom with my essence.
"You are done already," Kandi smiled.
"I am sorry..." Before I can finish, Kandi put her finger over my mouth.
"No apologies needed, baby," Kandi replied with a satisfied grin.
"How much would it cost to go again once I gained my breath?"
"As many times you want. You have me the whole night. Turn on your stomach," Kandi replied as she climbed off of me.
"Why?"
"I want to give you a massage."
I did what Kandi told me. She climbed on top of my back and started pressing her fingers against my back. It felt great.
"Oh, my God. Your back is so tense. You must be stressed," Kandi replied. My back started to feel warm as I could feel the restricted blood start flowing.
"All part of the job!"
"What do you do for a living that causes you to be so stressed, baby."
"It's a story I do not wish to talk about."
"We can talk about something else."
So we did. I asked Kandi about her work or private life, but I had as much success as she had with me discussing my work. I did speak about myself as far as my nationality and briefly talked about what I did for a living. However, I could not focus on the conversation as I focused more on her fingers on my back. I could tell Kandi was experienced giving massages because I could feel my manhood rising again. She must've known how I felt as she pleasures me again. She fucked me two more times before morning came.
It was five in the morning when I heard ruffling next to me. I looked up and saw Kandi Apple putting on her clothes.
"Where are you going," I asked as if I was like a lost child.
"Oh, I am sorry, honey. I gotta go!"
"Can I see you again?"
"You know how to reach me," Kandi smiled, giving me a wink.
When I heard the word appointment, it snapped me back to reality. Unfortunately, the sex must've short-circuited my mind as I forgot she was a girlfriend for hire.
"Alright, I will make sure I'll do that!' I replied.
"I can't wait. In the meantime, here is a keepsake to remember me." Kandi lifted her dress and removed the lace panties she wore. She handed it to me, and it smelled sweet from the perfume she wore. Before I knew it, she was gone.