He had been at Club Armenia for almost three months when one day, as summer approached and we were in the exhibition hall, Moah arrived accompanied by Badra and made us line up in front of them.

So Moah began pointing with his finger at four of the girls who were there lined up, including me, along with Andrea the Galician girl, Doris the black girl, and a Moroccan girl named Sabira. Badra was surprised that Moah had chosen Doris, as she was a trusted whore, and asked:

- Have you chosen Doris... is Doris going too?

- Yes... I know that the Saudis like dark-skinned transvestites. - Moah replied.

Once the owner left, the madame Badra let us know that we were being transferred to a tourist town called Ifrane, where there was a high influx of rich Moroccans and Saudis who came there to spend their summer vacations.

In no time, the four transvestites and the six biological girls chosen by the owner were in two old vehicles on the way to our new destination.

After four and a half hours on the road, we arrived at a street on the outskirts of Ifrane, specifically at a one-story house that made up the entire elongated street.

There we were greeted by a big Moroccan man named Madani and his wife Malak. Madani was in charge of that dive for Moah and his wife was a former prostitute whom he had retired and who now worked as a hadja or madame.

After passing through a heavy metal door with a window in the center, we entered the house through a dark hallway with a room on one side, where about a dozen women, some barely more than girls, overly made up and scantily dressed, were waiting for customers, chatting and laughing loudly. The smell of staleness, cheap perfume, and frying invaded those rooms. After crossing a small patio, we reached the rooms that would be our bedrooms, small rooms with a sink and several metal beds covered with sheepskins, and at the back, a shower and a toilet. These would be our rooms.

We didn't take long to settle in, shower, put on makeup, dress in a bra and thong, and be taken to the room at the entrance hallway to be offered and displayed to the customers who came in to request services, a place where the girls remained seated on a bench, the biological ones on one side and the transvestites on the other.

None of those women were over 35 years old and several were under 18, especially a beautiful Moroccan transvestite girl named Halima, dark-skinned with light eyes, a slim and sculptural body, well-formed legs, and a very desirable ass, who claimed to still be under 17.

Her name was Halima, she came from a small village in the Moroccan Atlas, born into a family of 14 siblings, and in which her father, a farmer, noticing her effeminacy since she was little, when she was 12 years old, along with an older sister of 13, handed them over in exchange for a sum of money to a cattle dealer who brought them to this town and handed them over t...