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diamond pasted into the soft
curve of her naval.
    “Mistress!” Maeve looked up and found a beautiful
Indian woman watching her with anxious eyes. She suddenly knew this
was her personal maid, Junta. All she could do was gape as the rest
of the story for her fantasy filtered into her memory. It was
totally awesome.
    “Um, yes?” She tried to pay attention to what the
woman was saying, but the glittering collection of exotic women
kept distracting her. From dusky to fair, plump to thin, they
displayed every form of female beauty without a scrap of
inhibition.
    “The sheik is coming today to choose his first wife.
We must prepare.” Junta’s soft hands pulled her from her pillow,
and she began to brush Maeve’s long black hair. Throughout the
harem, the concubines were being primped and pampered for the
sheik’s arrival. Her gaze was drawn across the room to a willowy,
dark-haired woman on a massive blue silk pillow.
    Maeve narrowed her eyes at the newcomer to the
harem. Sula was an exotic creature dressed in green and silver,
with tilted, dark eyes and black hair like silk. She stood out from
the rest of the women with her shy manners and soft demeanor. Maeve
was delighted to find she had memories of interacting with Sula.
She let herself fall completely into the role and concentrated on
the moment of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
    Junta whispered into her ear as she adorned Maeve’s
hair with garnet clips. “Rumor has it the sheik has displayed an
interest in Sula.”
    Maeve tightened her lips, then whispered back, “She
is not right for him. Her passion is soft and delightful, but he
would soon tire of such a shy flower. He needs a woman with heat
and desire to match his own.”
    She loved a good competition, and winning the
attention of a man other women desired really turned her on.
Shallow and petty, yes, but she was old enough to accept that part
of herself.
    Junta nodded. “You would be perfect together. What
are you going to do, mistress?”
    “I’m going to make sure he knows who the right match
for him is.” Maeve stood and ran her hands down her stomach. The
feeling was remarkable, no different from touching her real body.
She squeezed her thighs together in experiment, and her body
rewarded her with a flash of pleasure. Amazing.
    A gong rang from deeper in the palace. The women’s
preparations gained momentum, and Maeve went into action. She
stalked across the room, her full hips rolling with each step, the
bells around her waist tinkling. Her gaze locked with Sula’s, and
the other woman flushed. Sula watched her with parted lips and
rubbed the silk of her giant pillow with her fingertips.
    Maeve smiled to herself. She knew Sula wanted her.
Whenever they bathed, Sula would always offer to help her wash.
When she was having pleasure with the other women of the harem,
Sula would watch. Sula hadn’t worked up the nerve to approach her
yet, and Maeve was about to use Sula’s attraction to her
advantage.
    Maeve licked her lips and wondered briefly who was
inside that lovely little body virtual body. “Sula, do you have a
moment?”
    Sula dismissed her maid with a flutter of her hand
and examined Maeve from the tips of her toes to the top of her
head. Her breath came out in a soft sigh. “I have been waiting for
you, Maeve.”
    She reached out and gently removed the veil from
Sula’s head, undoing the careful perpetrations of her servant. Sula
shuddered and turned her head into Maeve’s hand, licking Maeve’s
wrist with her little pink tongue.
    The reaction surprised Maeve, and her body tightened
as she imagined her tongue licking other parts. She knelt on the
cushion with Sula and cupped her cheeks. The concubine had skin
softer and smoother than anything she had ever imagined. Sula
trembled beneath her fingertips as Maeve looked into her eyes.
Their lips touched in a butterfly-soft kiss. Memories of months
spent teasing Sula flitted through her mind and gave the kiss an
emotional depth