Ambassadorial Entertainment

 

One of the advantages of being a well renowned and respected ambassador is that many times, lesser foreign princes will go out of their way to sweeten the visiting ambassador's opinion of the cultural sophistication and obvious friendliness of said prince's realm. This of course is to entice the greater power to give certain concessions and favors to the smaller country. Armed protection or favorable trade concessions are worth a little bowing and scraping.

After two days of touring Ashkelon, not to mention reviewing several lengthy scrolls, Thenmut was ready for some down time. It was hot this summer. All around him was the bustle and clamor of a great city and yet it was small compared with his home city of Memphis.

He'd been especially careful to avoid Israel, where the Jews held sway. Egyptians were still not very popular, even though it was nearly two hundred years after their so called Exodus. It was one thing to be an ambassador. It was quite another to be an idiot. As the long minutes passed, Thenmut watched the palace guards watching him. The unspoken rule was never trust a foreigner. Yet the time stretched on. How long would it take for some cretin to open the massive wooden doors?

At last, he was ushered into the king's inner rooms and he bowed respectfully to the exotically dressed man who sat in the driver's seat of the Philistine kingdom. "May Dagon grant you long life, noble Cicera. His blessings be upon your house and your people."

Cicera raised his hand and smiled at the new comer. "Greetings to you, noble Thenmut. We greet Egypt with friendship and an open hand."

Thenmut withdrew several scrolls from a leather pouch he was carrying. "My gracious lord, I bring you messages from the living God, Pharaoh. We seek a joint alliance and I welcome the opportunity of discussing the contents of these missives with you and your council."

"So be it. Abadar, take these scrolls to Sarlon and the others and give me a report tomorrow."

Cicera gave his new guest a thin smile. "It would be less than cordial of me if I did not offer you a relaxing meal and some enchanting entertainment after your long journey to our land." With that he clapped his hands and gave his orders to the in house servant. "You see, Thenmut, we are civilized here, even if our country is not as old and prestigious as yours."

"I never doubted it, milord. Cicera is known for being gracious and wise, even in Memphis."

"Spoken like a true diplomat. Be so kind as to sit by me over there." He pointed to a plush divan which was located about ten feet from the king. A low teak wood table was in front of it and the furniture was moved closer so that Cicera could partake of the supper at the same table as his guest. When the food and wine was brought in, Thenmut went to work devouring the various meats with obvious relish. "I must say, milord, you do me great honor. To be permitted to sup with you was far beyond my expectations."

Cicera laughed, "This is nothing. Watch this."

He gave another command and several musicians and dancing girls entered the hall. Thenmut watched as the girls gradually stripped off their flimsy clothing while the drum beats slowly sped up and the flutes and tambourines echoed the main theme. It was obvious that the girls were used to this style of entertainment. There wasn't a blushing face among them. They jutted out their breasts or opened wide to reveal their shaved pussies to the onlookers. It was if their very dance was an invitation to spread and mount them.

Thenmut was still in his early thirties and as he watched and drank more wine, his manhood became stiff and itchy. It had been several weeks since he'd coupled with a slave wench back at some outpost at the Egyptian border. Cicera must have noticed his reaction. "By the way, lord Thenmut, you may select two or three of those young, delectable creatures to join you in your bed this evening and seeing as how this is evening, you may take them at once."