Page 34 of What Happens in Dubai

The other girls seemed to pose and pout so naturally, while my heart thrashed as I attempted to imitate their poses, still continually having to fidget with my dress. Nothing was easing the pain and the more I stayed static, the nippier my skin became; I could feel a new burning sensation flare between my thighs.

‘Zara, stop fucking moving,’ the photographer called out once more.

Indie rubbed my arm sympathetically from behind. I angled my head, trying my hardest to concentrate.OK, you can do this, just stay still and smile, I thought. My eyes were blinking wildly from the flash, and my arsehole was throbbing.What the fuck is going on down there?

‘STOP! STOP! This just isn’t working. Raj, could you kneel on the floor and stare up at the girls. Zara, stay where you are! You three girls, you are all doing wonderfully.’

Following his directions, Raj proceeded to walk around the set. I was glad for a few seconds rest and seized the opportunity. I’d had enough of the discomfort. I forced my legs open, shoved my hand up my arse crack and freed the dress with a jerk, happy to relieve the wedgie that was eating me from the outside in. I was clawing at the material, making sure there was no chance of it returning and praying a little bit of fresh air would help extinguish the fire raging between my legs. As I rotated my hips around, finally free of my shunkie, I felt something dislodge, my body was instantly soothed, and I could feel my insides completely ease.What the fuck was that?My eyes darted to the floor as I witnessed a large pile of sand fall straight out my arsehole and pile up like a fucking pyramid directly between my legs.

No one was aware but me. I paused, hoping it would stay that way.Shit, shit, shit. Maybe they won’t realise, I thought.Maybe they’ll assume it’s blown in through the window, after all, we are in a desert.But as I tried to kick the last few grains free from my leg, Stella waltzed by briskly, heading towards the door. I gasped in fear as the air whirled and my little sandcastle started to take flight. At the same moment, Raj kneeled to the ground, and I followed its journey as it flew directly into his face.

‘AGGGHHHH … My eyes! My eyes!’ he screamed.

I gasped a second behind everyone else, striving to look concerned.

‘Water, I need some water. Someone fetch me some water.’ Raj was moving his head wildly, unable to open his eyes.

‘Someone get a medic. For fuck’s sake! I need to get on with this shoot. And why the fuck is there sand on my set? Joseph, get a brush!’ the photographer screamed.

A young boy ran over and immediately brushed up my sand baby as I continued to play the shocked role.

‘Raj, are you OK?’ I called out.

‘Zara, is that you?’ His eyes were shut tightly and he was now lying on his back rolling around the ground.

‘Yep, it’s me,’ I answered, rubbing my forehead.

‘It’s my right eye; I need to irrigate,’ he said, trying to whisk the remaining grains of sand from his face.

‘They’re getting someone to help. Don’t worry. Come here.’ I bent over and held his hand, helping him stand just as a first-aider entered.

‘Finally! Let’s do this, people,’ the photographer shouted. ‘Zara, now you’re in the middle. You’re teasing these blondes with your needles. I want them to be surrounding you. Do you think you can do that?’ he smiled.

‘Yes, I’m pretty sure I’m up for it,’ I grinned back.

‘Let’s do it then!’ he yelled.

I felt a rush of adrenaline as I started to enjoy the attention. I was changing faces, poses and my arsehole was finally able to relax. With only a few more snaps, he called a halt.

‘I’ve got enough content. These are great, girls.’ The photographer was flicking through his camera roll, beaming. ‘Yep, that’s a wrap, everyone!’

I grinned from ear to ear, and the girls squeezed me tightly.

‘You did so well, Zara!’ Laureen squealed.

I was blushing, shaking my head at the flattery.

Raj walked over to us, forcing a smile. He had a large white patch secured to his right eye, held up with a bundle of bandages tightly tidied across his forehead. The girls gasped in horror.

‘What’s with the breast pad, boss?’ I chuckled.

‘Very funny. Well, you made us all proud, Zara. The shots are fantastic, well, from what I can see of them.’ He pointed to his wound and laughed.

‘Oh, Raj, I can’t believe that happened to you. Maybe we brought some sand in from the beach or something?’ I kept my voice low, trying my best to conceal the evidence.

‘We’re in a desert, Zara. It’s just one of those things. I’ll keep this on for a day or two, and it should be fine.’

I nodded back, relieved that my friend hadn’t been permanently blinded by my sphincter’s Sphinx.

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