The Arab world , part one .

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That event was in July of that year, outside of Brazil, on a business trip.
A big contract from my cousin's company with an Arab group.
That's where I was, running the show.
Basic guidelines, provide an interpreter and a burqa.
Guys, it's not easy, a hell of a heat in that place, and walking fully covered.
Think of a chicken in a toaster, and you'll get a sense of how I felt.
Provide the burqa and the interpreter, Hadiya, brunette, thick eye shadow, and hairy body, a lot of hair on the arms and legs, and of course, did not shave, was indicated by the staff of the company that we would be signing the contract.
I leave Brazil, stop in Europe, and finally, I arrive at my destination.
Hadiya was waiting for me at the airport in Dhahran, a city that was severely punished during the Gulf War, where there are still several destroyed buildings.
I disembarked, got my things and went to the airport lobby, where my interpreter dressed in her traditional black burqa stood with a sign with my name waiting for me.
I was wearing a normal dress with a headscarf and sunglasses, which helped me a lot. She greeted me, and we immediately got into a taxi to the hotel where I was staying.
Passing through some streets, the atmosphere was tense, everyone looking to the sides, frightened.
We arrived at the hotel, I checked in at the front desk, and Hadiya accompanied me to my room, so we could talk about what my three days in Arabia would be like.
When we got to the room, Hadiya tried to inform me of the customs and how to behave and asked to see my burqa and teach me how to use it.
I'd gotten something pretty basic, but she told me it would be too hot, that I'd have to control myself so I wouldn't get sick in the heat.
She asked me to put on that outfit to see how it would look and adjust so that I would pass for an Oriental woman.
I undressed, wearing only panties and a bra, which was a relief, since it was very hot.
Hadiya looked at me with glassy, bright eyes, perhaps because she was seeing a half-blonde in front of her.
I put on the clothes, and my God, I already felt like I was in a sauna.
Hadiya approached, and began to adjust, passing a part here, another there, and covered my head, ours, was only the eyes out.
It was already melting in there.
I figured the trick would be to go to the staff meeting with nothing underneath to soften things up.
I told her what I was going to do, and to my surprise, she lifted up her robe revealing that there was nothing underneath.
No underwear underneath.
I was relieved in part.
Well, Hadiya told me about the meals, how to order, and of course, I could stay as long as I wanted because the hotel had a Western menu.
So we arranged for her to pick me up the next day and take me to the meeting place.
I had one of the worst nights of my life.
Even with the air conditioning on, the heat was consuming me.
Shower, shower, shower, and no refreshments.
The day dawned, another shower, put on the costume and of course, I didn't put anything down, have a coffee and go to battle.
Hadiya was already waiting for me at the reception.
I met her and we went to the company headquarters.
We got to the scene, and I was cooking in those damn clothes, wanting to rip it all off and get naked.
We went up to the office, and Hadiya was conducting all the dialogue.
We entered the meeting room and the men were already waiting for us in their burqa-like robes and turbans.
Everyone looked at me, and they were already talking loudly, I in turn did not understand anything.
Hadiya then spoke some things to them, and they all fell silent.
She then told me that men do not expect a woman to handle business, for it is not common there, and by no means does a woman take the lead in anything.
I asked her to explain that my cousin could not attend and that she was legally entitled to conduct the negotiations and sign the contract.
With much protest, and several shouts, they finally accepted my presence, as there was no other way out at the time.
They started to explain how the company was, the business they had and what they intended to invest in Brazil, and my interpreter would tell me everything, slowly and calmly.
By this time the morning had passed, and now it was time for lunch.
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We all went out to a restaurant there near the company in order to buy time, because we had to talk about the contract, what the service provision would be and so on.
I noticed that during lunch, Haddad and Naji, the owners of the company, were looking at me with their eyes.
They were whispering and looking at me and smiling.
I thought it was strange, but in the universal language of men, it could be seen clearly, that the bastards spoke, Brazilian hot, after all, my breasts, even loose there under that pile of cloth, protruded, giving shapes and curves.
We finished our lunch, took a tour of the city to see some things nearby, including a sheik's palace, of course, outside.
We resumed the meeting, and we began to read the contract, its clauses and values.
The two of them didn't complain about anything, they heard everything, and for the success of my cousin and our business, the contract would be signed.
By the end of the afternoon, everything was settled, the contract would be signed the next day.
Come out of it with a sense of accomplishment.
Hadiya took me to the hotel, where she didn't even want dinner, I went straight to my room to get rid of those damn clothes and take a good long bath, I couldn't take it anymore.
How good my cold shower was.
I closed my eyes to relax, and in my mind, came the image of the two men staring at me, with those jerk faces.
I felt my body shivering, and of course, my little buzzer beeping.
I thought... why not?
I'd never been with an Arab in my life, and there was a big opportunity.
The question was, how to attack.
I don't speak the language at all, and there's no way I could ask Hadiya to help me.
Coming out of my bath feeling light, I went out of the room, which stood on the fourth floor, completely naked, feel the little gentle breeze.
I didn't even notice that I wasn't on the balcony of my house, and there I stood for quite a while, eyes closed, thinking, imagining the two men as my owners, my males.
When I opened my eyes back to reality, I looked around me, and my God, what was I doing, there were several people walking down the sidewalk -- oh, my God, someone could see me like that over there, which would be considered an insult.
I went back inside, where I lay naked in bed, air conditioning on, and another hot night ahead.
I fell asleep imagining the two of them, possessing me, raping me, sodomizing me.
I woke up the next day, once again, dying of heat, again went to the bathroom, and after a while, came out, ready to face the burqa again.
I had taken two pieces.
Hadiya was waiting for me to leave again.
One more meeting, final points being settled and finally... contract signed.
The two of them looked at each other and told my interpreter that the contract should be celebrated, and asked her to ask me if I could go to another hotel in the city for the celebration that night.
It was my chance to try something.
I said yes, I'd be there.
We smile, we shake hands, thereby sealing the administrative-productive partnership.
Hadiya came out of there taking me shopping, because the celebration involved a different burqa than the black one I was wearing. It had to be a white one, with ornaments, jewelry, even if it was jewelry.
We then went shopping, and after finding everything I would need for the night, I returned to the hotel.
My heart was racing, my adrenaline was racing, my mind was racing, and something inside of me was telling me that I was gonna have a lot of sex.
I went to the bathroom and started my production.
With a razor blade, I've been trimming the fur on the sides of my little pocket, and leaving my ass looking smooth.
I've moisturized my skin with my creams, perfumes, and I've put something I only wear on special occasions, a piercing on my cheek.
I put on the white burqa, with nothing underneath again, put on my jewelry, and went down to meet my interpreter, who was also all produced.
Seeing me, she told me that I looked very beautiful, I had passed green shadows in my eyes to enhance, lipstick half golden shine, was a drag.
And my interpreter says all the time that his bosses would love to see me like that.
And inside of me, I thought, I hope you really like it and make the whole production worthwhile.
We arrived at the hotel of my now business partners, and to my surprise, they were waiting for us in the room.
We took the elevator, and when we got to the eighth floor, we knocked on the door of the suite, and we were greeted by Naji who opened the door for us.
He had a glass of champagne in his hand, which he was handing to me.
Hadiya rushed in and went to a sofa in the room, standing still and smiling.
I didn't understand any of it.
From the couch, my interpreter would translate and tell me what was going on, and there I was, standing in the middle of the room without understanding.
Haddad then emerged with the bottle of champagne in his hand and another cup, and said several things and my interpreter summed it up in just, tonight is ours, it's your Aline, we have to celebrate our future, our success, our partnership.
At this he handed me the cup and filled it with champagne, Hadiya said I could take off the part of the burqa that covered my face and reveal myself to them, and so I did.
That man saw part of my production, smiled and danced his way out of the room.
Naji started dancing too, pulled me by the arm, and the three of us circled around the room one after another. (Laughter)
The champagne was good, sparkling, but, I don't know what happened, with only one glass, I was happy.
They saw the details of my body through the white burqa: my middle breasts with stiff beaks, my waist, my butt, even though it was a garment designed not to reveal a woman's body, I could still stand out.
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