Hijab to Ho-Job

I do not know why I was bothering to look for my Abaya, the traditional long sleeves ankle length Muslim dress. The chances of me staying in it once my meeting was over were slim

My Hijab however would remain on. I adjusted it as I looked in the mirror, yes it would remain until one of the men wanted to deliver the final humiliation and remove it

My name is Hajar, I am twenty-six, raised in Tunisia by a devote Muslim family. I can show you pictures of me on a Hajj to Mecca at fourteen. My breast are not that large just thirty-four B and my hips not that wide, my face however is stunning. Flawless skin and large brown eyes.

I looked out the bedroom window and into the bright Texas sun. We had come to Texas when I was sixteen, and I had come here to this ranch in Poteet shortly after my eighteenth birthday.

I opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the large living room, which was anchored by a stone fireplace that the ranch's owner's grandfather had built by hand. We were a cattle ranch with more than 75,000 acres and 20,000 head of cattle. Technically I was the Business Manager, and truthfully, I was, the ranch would have long ago gone bankrupt without my work, but I was also far more.

The ranch had eight full time hands, all of them men. The Carlow brothers, twins, Timothy, and Thomas, had lost their parents at Seventeen and now at twenty-eight, had held the ranch for more than ten years from those who thought them too young to run such an enterprise. Technically and legally I was married to Thomas, though in the grand scheme of things that mattered little.

Three of the hands as well as, Thomas and Timothy were in the living room watching Television.

"I thought Mr. Davis from the grain supplier was coming by?" I said looking around.

"You should check you messages more often" Timothy said. "He postponed till tomorrow."

I nodded. "So, no meeting?"

Caleb one of the hands, his leg draped lazily over the edge of a chair smiled and said. "No Meeting, so strip bitch."

I took a deep breath. I had heard the command a thousand times since first coming to the ranch, but it always took my breathe away. Always set my pussy tingling. I reached behind me and unzipped the Abaya, after I shrugged it off my shoulders, I let it slip to the floor. Underwear was a luxury I did not have

I stepped out of it and stood in front of them naked. My bald pussy was all ready dripping as my husband led me to the center of the room and said. "Present!"

I got down on my hands and knees and lifted my bare ass just a little so that both my holes were visible.

I stayed there. They would get to me when they were ready, this is what I was for. What I had been for, for a long while now

We had come to Texas in my Senior Year of High School. My father was working for Saudi Oil as an executive engineer and they had sent us to the States so he could assume the position of international liaison.

You heard of A-Rab money well my Father had it. Of my parents six children I was the youngest and so the only one who made the trip to the states with he and Mom.

It had broken my heart to leave my horse behind in Tunis. I had been riding since I was six. The loss made me sullen and withdrawn, which coupled with a natural shyness also made me friendless at school.

Of course, being high school and being America and me being Muslim this also made the object of a lot of teasing and bullying. I would retreat each day after school to a Starbucks near my house to look at my equestrian Magazines and dream of home.

I was sitting in one of the lounge chairs sipping coffee and looking through a Hunters and Jumper magazine when a man, a few years older than myself looked down at me and said. "How did you get that issues, mine has not arrived yet."

I looked up and smiled. "Lucky I guess It was in yesterday's mail."

"I will have to check my own when I get home, do you ride or just follow?"

"I used to ride back home in Tunisia, I have not had the opportunity here."

He held out his hand, something no man in Saudi would do to a woman and said "Tommy Carlow."

"Hajar" I said giving a weak handshake.

He noticed and said. "I hope you grip the reins tighter."

"Of course."

"You said you have not had the opportunity here?"

I smiled. "No here everyone wants western style riding. I can't find a good show horse."

"I have a few."

"You Do?"

"Yes, I own a ranch just south of here in Poteet, well my brother and I."

"and you have show horses?"

"Currently four, all in need of good rider. You should come out and see them"

I smiled sadly, imagine telling my parents I was going with a man to his ranch to ride.

"I left my riding clothes back in Tunisia I am afraid,"

"We could work out something" It was the first time that I saw the sly grin in his face. It should have repulsed me but instead I was intrigued.

"I'm sorry, I...."

He looked at his watch, "I have to run right now, but I have seen you in here every day. I am here about this time as well. If you want to ride. Just say so when you are ready."

I saw him every day for the next two weeks. He would smile, nod, sometimes say hi but he never pressed. In the meanwhile, school grew more and more nightmarish, my parents became, it seemed to me more repressive and I dreamed more of being able to ride again.

Finally, on a Friday after noon when he had smiled and said "Hi" I blurted out. "Would you really let me ride?"

He sat down across from me. "Yes, I would but you understand Hajar, that the US is a Capitalist Society?"

"I haven't got any money."

Tommy smiled. "Well, you are a very pretty girl, even if it is hard to see all covered up like that. I am sure we could work something out."

"I'm not having sex!" I snapped. Offended, but also oddly complimented.

"Did I suggest sex?' He said cocking an eyebrow. "That would be overpayment for sure."

I gave him a look and was about to say I was sorry when he added. "However, you are very pretty. I understand the cultural significance of the Hijab, so leaving that out, and on, I think each ride should cost you a piece of clothing, shoes and socks count as one."

"Are you insane?"

Tommy smiled. "On occasion, though my twin brother is the really crazy one, anyway entirely up to you" He took out his phone pressed some buttons and then turned it towards me

A video of the most beautiful horse I had ever seen with Tommy putting him through his paces appear. "Orient"

"Lovely name" I said.

"He'd like you riding him" He said with a smile

We sat staring at each other for a moment, then he got up. "Well think about it, really you got nothing to lose by taking one ride, I mean shoes and socks are not a big deal, are they?'

"it is the principle of the matter, Sir." I snapped as I grabbed my coffee and raced out.

A month passed, the weather was warmer, he had spoken to me twice more both times without mentioning his 'price" and both times showing me video of the horse.

I was sipping my coffee when he came by. He looked down at my sandals and smiled. "Well see I can see your feet"

I sighed. He had a point

"Saturday" I said. "What is your address. I will need to take an Uber."

"I can pick you up"

"Uber"

"I'll send it."

"No"

He shook his head "Stubborn girl. "He took out his phone. "Phone?"

I gave him my number. He immediately sent a message with the address.

"Ten Am?" He said.

I nodded.

Three days later I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. Under my Cloak, I had jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and obviously a bra and panties. I smiled down at my sneakers and ankle socks and sighed

My parents thought I was going to my friend Soumia's house. She had agreed reluctantly to cover for me.

Outside the Uber honked and I steeled myself for my first trip to the Carlow ranch.

The ranch was amazing, if a little short handed in those days, The Carlow brothers polite hosts even if they did snicker at me handing them my shoes and socks and the Horse, Orent amazing

I rode for four hours, took a break, had lunch, and then rode again for an hour before I had to head home.

"Will we see you again?" Tim Carlow asked.

"Unlikely" I said a little sadly "The price is to high"

"It's is just a blouse. I mean a bra is just a bikini top" He said.

His brother smiled. "I suspect our Hajar wears a wet suit at the beach"

"Leggings, shorts and a long sleeve shirt, one-piece bathing suit under it" I answered. "And I am not your Hajar."

"Not yet you aren't" Thomas said smiling.

That was eight years ago. Now I was on the floor of the ranch's living room naked except for my hijab, my shaved cunt exposed and eagerly waiting.

In full view of his brother and the ranch hands I felt Thomas enter my pussy and gave a little squeal. He leaned into my neck and whispered.

"What are you?"

"A slut"

"Whose Slut are you Hajar."

"Yours, I am your slut."