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Prologue - A Grand Plan
The woman completed a final spin throwing herself, with a clash of bells, to the ground in front of the two men. She threw out her arms out in front her and knelt with her head pressed to the floor. The music stopped, the bells on the wide leather bands around her wrists and ankles making the final sound.
"It's no good, even my favourite dancer can't make me forget that bastard!"
The man took a deep pull on the hookah on the floor beside him. He leant back against the cushions and blew out a cloud of grey smoke.
"Opal, you're getting fat,"
"No fatter than I was last month master when you called me the hottest slut in your harem" said the kneeling woman, keeping her head pressed firmly to the floor. The man laughed half-heartedly.
"Kneel."
Opal sat back onto her heels and spread her knees wide. She placed her hands, palms up, on her thighs. She was naked apart from a belt of coins hung loosely around her waist. Black leather cuffs were strapped tightly around her wrists and ankles and a wide steel choker sat snugly on her neck. A large ring hung from the front of the neckband encircling a small black stone set in the steel. Dark hair fell forward over her large breasts. She was tired from the dance and the bells hanging from her nipple rings jingled as she regained her breath. The man turned, ignoring the woman, and addressed his seated companion.
"How much did he steal?"
"The same amount as the last time you asked me, Malik"
"Fuck, fuck I trusted that asshole, isn't anyone honest these days?"
His companion sat up and stared lustily at the kneeling woman, she blushed and stared at the floor to avoid his gaze.
"I hate accountants, I gave him everything, good money, his woman and a fine house but he still couldn't resist putting his dirty fingers into the cookie jar"
He took an angry draw on the hookah.
"Stop staring at that slut and concentrate on the matter in hand"
Malik turned to the kneeling woman
"GET OUT and get the slave master to put you on half rations till further notice!"
Opal fled the room in a clash of bells and coins.
"Malik, don't take it out on her."
Malik sat up and glared at his companion.
"Don't dare to tell me how to treat my women, how the hell didn't you notice what he was doing?"
"Hey don't speak to me like one of the sluts, I was busy making YOU money, it wasn't my job to be looking over his shoulder."
Malik pushed the hookah aside.
"I'm sorry Carl, I know it wasn't your fault, I just can't believe how much he took and there's nothing I can do about it. If you say YOU can't find him, then he and that conspiring slut must have dropped of the face of the earth."
Carl, mollified, leant back on the cushions.
"I'll have Opal sent to your room tonight, just don't give her any more candy. If that coin belt gets any bigger she'll have half my fortune around her waist"
"I don't think she's fat, you're just in a bad mood" Carl chuckled.
"So I suppose you'd better start finding us a new accountant"
"I've already been looking around, got a promising candidate just running a background check on him now, speaking of which I have a call to make. If you'll excuse me?"
Carl got up and moved towards the door.
"Make sure he's honest, knows what he's doing and can follow instructions" Malik called out.
Carl poked his head back around the door.
"I promise you he'll be as obedient as Opal" he grinned.
"Great, a fat loud mouthed accountant just what I need" Malik laughed.
He quickly sat up knocking over the hookah beside him.
"CARL WAIT, I think you've given me an idea"
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