In the café

I met Christine in the café by the Museum of Antiquities. She was already sat down. Although dressed in her black shapeless jalabaya, she was unmistakebly western. Even without her light brown hair and blue eyes, her manner set her apart from the locals. She was sat quite happily by herself at a table, sipping tea and reading unconcernedly. No Egyptian woman would sit so easily.

When I approached the table, she looked up and smiled.

‘You said Andrea would be here too,’ she said.

“I’m sure that she’ll be along.’

‘It’ll be interesting to find out how she’s coping.’

‘I’m sure she’ll be fine.’

She wrinkled her nose a little.

‘But you hope that she won’t be, don’t you.’

‘I wouldn’t say that.’

‘You really are a bitch.’

At that point Andrea entered. She was dressed in tight jeans and a blouse, which was a size to small for her. Both were white. Her breasts were a little too contoured for local taste.

‘Did you come all the way here dressed like that?’’ I asked.

‘Yes, what’s wrong with it?’

‘First I am surprised that you can wear such tight trousers. Second, you’ll be attracting attention as the loose western woman you no longer are.’ Christine said.

Andrea gave a wry smile. ‘I can still be loose if I want to be. Being a dyke was always an inhibition in that area. Being a circumcised dyke doesn’t make a lot of difference. On the pants, you’re right. I am still sore and should not have put them on. It’s excruciating to put my legs together and I can’t walk fast.’

‘The last bit looks sexy.’ I said.

Cock teasing

‘Those boys over there think so too.’ Said Christine, pointing to two lankiy young men, looking very North American and coming our way.

The café was becoming crowded and it gave them an excuse to share our table.

‘Do you mind if we sit by you?’ the lankier asked.

Andrea smiled and said, ‘Of course not.’

‘You’re American?’

‘Two of us.’

‘And the third?’

‘I’m now an Egyptian,’ said Christine. She was miffed that they had come and also that the two boys sat either side of Andrea and myself. She was not the focus of their attention.

‘What a.re you boys doing over here?’ she asked.

The less lanky one answered, ‘Talking to you lovely ladies.’

This kind of answer was going to lead to unpleasantness. Christine was going to be up to the task.

‘Do you have any end in mind?’ she asked.

‘Perhaps you could show us the town?’

‘As a married woman, I could not be seen doing that in this country,’ Christine said looking directly at each one in turn.

‘Then perhaps your two companions could. They don’t have rings on their fingers.’

Andrrea looked down at her hands, which were on the table and smirked.

Christine’s expression hardened. Her blue eyes had a steely glint to them.

‘I don’t think these are women, who could do you any good.’

‘We don’t see why not. They’re young and unmarried.’

“They’re a good deal older than you.’

‘They don’t look it.’

‘Anyway older women should benefit from younger men.’

‘I doubt that they would appreciate you,’

‘Why ever not,’ he said beaming at the challenge.

‘They’ve been declitorized.’

Andrea’s eyes openned wider. She put her knees together and winced. She quickly parted them again.

“What does that mean?” said the young man, looking puzzled.

I blushed. Andrea continued to smirk.

Christine said, ‘Just think of the word – “De’ meaning removal – “Cltoriz” signifying clitoris – “Ed” past participle, having been done.’

Christine pulled out two lockets hung round her neck. She undid one and pushed it over to the young American. Gesturing at Andrea, Chrristine said, ‘This is her clitoris. We cut it off three weeks ago.’

Andrea still smirking, looked the guy in the eye and said, ‘It was fun.’

The two men stared at the locket for a minute. Then one said, ‘You are some weird chicks. We are out of here.’ They scurried away. In their haste, they knocked one of the chairs over. Andrea bent down to put it upright.

‘You are a bitch,’ said Andrea, ‘We could have had much more fun with them.’

Christine gave her a steely look and said, ‘You are a woman in Egypt – remember the golden rule – no clitoris – no fun.’

Elizabeth’s insinuation

‘But we don’t know about you,’ came a voice from behind Christine. Elizabeth had arrived and stood over Christine’s chair. With her was the brunette friend of Andrea.

Elizabeth took a seat and so did the brunette, whom Andrea introduced to both Christine and myself as Zoe.

‘Zoe’s thinking of joining us,’ said Elizabeth.

Zoe blushed and gingerly sat down. Elizabeth sat down next to her, both facing Christine and me.

‘I hope you do,’ said Andrea.

Zoe said, “I can’t get it out of my mind. I see you spreadeagled thrashing around and I feel Elizabeth’s fingers on my stretched clitoris. I know who I want to be there, but I don’t know who should actually do the final cut.’

‘Let me do it!’ said Christine.

‘Can’t control yourself, can you? But we don’t even know if you’re a bona fide member of the club.,’ said Elizabeth.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Everyone else round this table except Zoe has been circumcised in the centre. We all have witnesses. Even if we hadn’t we do appear naked round the pool and it would be easy to check us out. We’ve never seen you naked. And we’ve only got your word for your eligibility.’

‘But I was one of the first members, along with Sue, Caroline and Charlotte. Everyone knows our stories. Io’s even published them.’

‘Yes, but that’s what they are: stories. We don’t know if they’re true.

‘Don’t you believe Sue, Caroline or Charlotte eiither.’

‘Oh yes, it’s you I have doubts about. For all I know you could go home and masturbate yourself silly after each visit to the centre.’

Christine went bright pink. ‘How dare you,’ she said, “Everyone knows what was done to me.’

‘Everyone knows what you say was done to you.’

‘This is real cat fight,’ intervened Zoe, “ I now know how I want to be done.’

The others stopped arguing and looked at her. Christine’s colour faded.

‘I have a good and bad angel in mind. You are all to watch. Elizabeth is to bring me to my last orgasm and then Christine can do her worst. But it is going to be different from Andrea’s experience. I’ll be in the chair and we will all be naked. That includes Christine.’

Elizabeth added, ‘ And we’ll all want to be sure that there is nothing between her legs before we begin. After all she is to be the bad angel.’

Christine did not say a word. We all shuffled a bit and left the table.

The examination

A few days later, I got a call from Sue. Elizabeth had been talking to her about all members having to show that they really had been circumcised. What did I think of the idea.

‘It is unexceptional in principle,’ I said, ‘but she is really having a go at Christine, which I think is really out of order. You know how she does not like to show her body at all.’

‘Yes I know,’ she said, ‘and since you came back, Christine has become more assured and more active. Your joining has given her a real boost. But no one wants an imposter in our midst.’

‘What are you going to do?’’

‘I’m going to offer a few days, where the old members can come in to swim, have a massage and show themselves off. I’ll be the first. Elizabeth and Sal or Marion will be witnesses. I’d like you to be too. You are the nearest thing to a friend that Christine has.’

I arrived late Saturday morning at the centre. Sue was lying on one of the massage tables my the pool. Ibrahim was massaging her back. The eunuch was also naked. I loved looking at his smooth body. He was standing with his back to me. His tight buttocks moved as he began to move his massage down Sue’s body.

Sue looked up and said, ‘Hi, I think all the witnesses are here. We can begin.’

Marion and Elizabeth came in from the courtyard. Marion was in trousers and a long sleeved shirt. Elizabeth in her waisted long robe. Her dark hair hung down over her shoulders.

Sue smiled and turned over. Ibrhaim began to massage one thigh. She waved him away. ‘Here I am. Look all you want.’ And she parted her legs wide. Ibrahim held one calf. The other eunuch Mustafa grabbed the other. Elizabeth, Marion and I crowded round. Sue’s labia were half parted. Sue motioned to the eunuchs to use their free hands to pull them fully apart. This they did.

There was a large oval scar, where her clitoris had been. She had no inner labia.

‘No problem with my membership,’ she said.

Elizabeth probed her sex with her forefinger. ‘Yes, there’s no doubt that you are genuine,’ she said.

Next came Charlotte. She plonked herself on the bed and parted her legs. The eunuchs held her thighs and pulled her labia apart. She had no clitoris or inner labia, but her scar was much smaller. Elizabeth probed again. This time she put her finger in Charlotte’s wet vagina. She turned her hand upwards and put in a second finger. Then she began to rub her fingers against the front of Charlotte’s vagina. Charlotte’s smile grew broader; her nipples with their long points were erect. ‘This isn’t just an examination, is it?’ she said.

Caroline, who was waiting her turn said, ‘That’s normally my job.’

Elizabeth smiled saying, ‘I’m just doing a full check. I’m glad to see the G spot is functioning.’

Charlotte jumped off the bed and Caroline climbed on. Elizabeth followed the same routine. When her fingers went inside, Caroline grabbed Charlotte’s hand, held it and said to her, ‘I think Elizabeth wants a threesome.’

‘Elizabeth smirked but said, ‘With you two that might be a crowd. Come to think of a crowd, there’s no sign of Christine.’

The last old member present, Ann, was about to bare herself for inspection. She had just popped herself on the bed but was keeping her knees modestly together, when someone said, ‘Here’s Christine.’

She was white faced and walked straight to the shower and changing area. Everybodies’ eyes followed her, but she did not look aside.

‘If no one is interested, I’ll just get off now,’ said Ann. Elizabeth turned round and pulled Ann’s knees apart. Her labia were neatly together. Elizabeth pulled them apart to inspect the insides. We all peared over to see the neatest job yet. Ann was a rare visitor and Elizabeth knew better than to probe futher than the surface.

Ann clambered off and went unconcernedly for a dip in the pool. A hush descended on the rest of us as we waited for Christine to appear.

She walked upright out of the shower area. A few remaining drops of water glistened on her upper arms and thighs. Her body was very neat. She had tight hips, fairly well muscled legs; and her waist was slim . Keeping her shoulders back emphasised the flatness of her chest. Her nipples were small and she could have passed for one of the eunuchs apart from the slight sway to her walk. She had no body hair and her labia were hidden between her legs as she walked.

She looked Elizabeth straight in the eye and said, ‘Now you see me.’

She popped herself on the bed and parted her legs. Her labia were neatly together, just showing a narrow cleft. Elizabeth moved her hands forward.

‘No,’ Christine said, ‘Io can part them. You can look.’

I stood beside Christine and parted her labia. It was the first time I had touched her in that area. Elizabeth looked on and said, ‘There’s nothing there, not even any scarring. Did you ever have a clitoris?’

She then put her fingers inside the labia to check out the situation. Christine glared at her. Looking Christine in the eye, Elizabeth slowly inserted her forefinger into Christine’s vagina, and after a moment said, ‘Yes, found it. She does have a G spot.’ Elizabeth began to massage the spot, all the time looking at Christine, who remained completely impassive. Everyone looked on.

After some minutes, Elizabeth said, ‘This is a good act. No one is this insensitive.’

Christine said nothing for some time and finally came out with, ‘I am. In addition to excising my clitoris, the doctor made an incision severing the nerves to the G spot.’

Sue said, “I’ve never heard of that. There is no tradition for doing that sort of thing.’

‘I got the bonus of modern medical knowledge. As a potentially lascivious western woman, the doctor wanted to make sure that I had no temptation to misbehave. He almost completely desensitised me.’

She looked at Elizabeth, who had removed her finger and said, ‘Satisfied. Am I now entitled to be here? Perhaps, I should have a higher grade of membership. Or can I arrange the same procedure for you?’‘

There was no response. She climbed off the bed and walked slowly to the changing area. The slow sway to her hips was sexy, had she but known it.