🔞 Untamed Desire - The Third Chapter
All that rabid fucking.. (WARNING - Do not open this if you're at work..)
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Unlike Lagos, at 10:35 PM the night had already aged.
The people of Accra usually retired early, locking up shops as soon as the sun set, rushing off to whatever awaited them at home, and leaving the streets deserted.
There was very little traffic and nothing to see, except long stretches of road lined by large, imposing trees. It was the trees that always brought me back here.
The trees, the quiet, and the restful non-intimidating approach of the people.
One foot at the airport from Lagos, and Accra immediately always felt like a second home.
“So this is your first time going to a strip club in Accra?” Kwame asked, turning to look at me as I fiddled with the seam of my skirt. It was the best I could do to keep from locking my fingers in his and feeling the heat of his palm.
It had only been less than ten minutes with this man but my whole body already ached with need.
“Yep. It’s also my first time stepping out of my house in about a month.”
“Wow, this girl. Why, though? Is it that you don’t like going out or you are just busy?”
“Both,” I said, and laughed because he shook his head in a way that meant he could not comprehend it.
“I mean, it’s nice when I finally step out of the house. I always wonder why it takes so long and I promise myself I’ll go out some more. But chale, as soon as I’m back in the house, that’s it. I could be in there forever, die there and no one would know.”
“Damn, that’s serious.”
“Yep. My ex broke up because I didn’t want to go out and have fun a lot,” I said, then immediately regretted bringing Liam up. I had no intention of bringing together the pieces of my past on this first night with Kwame. I bit my lower lip and decided I had said enough. No more talking.
“Oh you can’t be serious,” Kwame said, and I could sense his need to want to dive deeper into that part of my life. He made a sharp turn into a side street that was lit up with all kinds of lights. Party troopers like us were on the side of the road, crossing the streets, getting into cars.
“Is this it? Are we here?’ I asked, hoping to blow away the conversation about Liam.
Not today, let’s not talk about it right now. Bad idea. Let the dead be dead.
‘No it’s the next one, we are coming up to it.’
‘Oh, I feel good all of a sudden,’ I said, ‘You know I was going to call you to cancel tonight but now I’m so glad I came out.’
‘Herhh, this woman. I’d have been pissed oh!’
‘I know!’
‘I have been waiting for this day, and now that I have you I'm not letting you out of my sight,’ he said and took his eyes briefly from the road to give me a quick wink.
He turned into a bend now and I could see the bright inviting lights of the strip club just ahead.
Now that I have you?
He found an easy parking spot on the side of the road and pulled the car to a stop.
‘We made it!’ I said like a happy child who’d come out to play.
‘Yes, we did.’ He had turned in his seat to face me now. His eyes beamed with excitement. Unspoken words made his mouth open and close again without saying anything.
‘Okay, let's do this,’ he said and killed the ignition. Then he slid out of the car, walked around to the side of my door, and helped me out.
We were standing so close to each other now and the woody freshness of his cologne breezed lightly over my face. I took it in, this effervescent masculinity that was all too foreign to me.
The way his eyes were searching, blinking, staring, and all too focused on me, made me feel like my knees were going to give up on me. I thought he was going to lean in to kiss me but he didn’t. Instead, he took my hand and led the way, guiding me across the street and through the gates of the strip club.
That would have been too early for a kiss, wouldn’t it? Why was I all hot too soon?
‘You know we are on our first date, right? Even though we are both going to pretend it is a work trip to scout for a location for your film.’ He said and squeezed my palm as he led the way into the club.
I laughed and squeezed back, a little more tightly, as though I was saying yes.
Yes to date, yes to him, yes to everything, and whatever else there was to get.
He seemed to get the message because he turned to smile at me and said, ‘You are so beautiful Efe, not as if I doubted it, but you are more gorgeous in person.’
I let a shy smile curve my lips.
“Thank you Kwame. You are going to get me used to all of this sweetness”.
The music from the strip club came blasting through the doors and unto our faces. The imposing bouncer at the door gave us a look of approval with a slight nod as he let us in.
Once we had found a table to sit at, a waiter galloped towards us with the menu.
She walked around from my side over to where Kwame sat.
The makeup on her face was a little overdone. Her eyebrows had been shaved off completely. Now they were drawn in with strong, dark strokes that were a sad contrast against her fair complexion.
Her face held a plastic, empty expression, and when I smiled in her direction and said Hi, she only looked away and proceeded to hand Kwame the menu.
‘Thank you, we will call you when we are ready with the order,’ he said, taking the booklet off her hands and waving her away.
‘Must be nice to work in a strip club eh?’ I said.
‘Don’t mind them, that’s how they behave as if somebody is forcing them to work.’
The music was drab, a little too loud, and dank for my liking. This was not my type of environment.
I had half-expected the club to be bubbly with people but it was sparse. There were several empty seats and only a few people in the large space. Flashing red and blue lights went off in every corner.
A couple sat on a couch across from us.
I watched in amazement as a dancer jiggled her round, fleshy buttocks in the man’s face. She had on only a thong and very high pointy boots that snaked up her thighs.
The lady sitting next to the man was all smiles and giggles. She flung crisp notes at the dancer who was all too happy to earn her dancing’s worth.
‘Do you want a lap dance?’ Kwame asked, nudging at my shoulder with his elbow.
‘Me? Oh no no no, not me.’ I said and turned to face him. His rich dark skin glowed against the red lights and his teeth appeared whiter in the darkness. I slid a nervous hand across the couch towards him and let it rest limply on his lap.
‘You should get one,’ he said. ‘I know a girl who works here, a really good dancer too.’ Then he turned his head, his eyes searching through the dimly lit room.
‘I’m sure she’s around somewhere.’
‘Is she one of your many women?’ I asked and cocked my head sideways so he could see my wry mocking smile.
‘No, but she likes me a lot.’
‘Hmmm.’ I said, meeting his eyes.
We should do Tequila shots,’ he said and began to scan the menu. ‘I’m not in the mood for too much drinking. Would you like some Tequila?’ he asked, turning from the menu to face me.
‘Yep. Tequila shots it is.’
He waved the waiter over, made the order, and after she had left, he took my hand and squeezed it.
‘So what do you think of this place for your film?’ he asked.
I looked around, still disappointed that the club was bare. The couple across from us were still enjoying their lap dance. Another stripper had taken the pole opposite us. I caught her eyes as she made a move to glide up the pole, twirling her legs around and around as her large breasts jangled like keys on her chest.
‘I like it a lot, there is enough room to do so much. Look at that corner over there,’ I said and pointed to the far left of the room. ‘See how that chandelier looks so grand in that place!’
‘Yeah, that’s a nice spot.’ Kwame said.
Two strippers walked over to us and asked if they could join us. Kwame waved them in and they took seats on either side of us.
The stripper who sat beside me beamed a wide inviting smile in my direction.
I smiled back, unable to stop myself from noticing her voluptuous breasts that bulged out of the undersized bra.
‘You are so pretty,’ I said, for a lack of anything else to say. ‘Lovely to meet you.’
The waiter came back now and placed the tray of shot glasses on the low table.
‘Join us!’ Kwame announced to the ladies and began passing the shots around. We made a toast and gulped down Tequila.
‘Would you like a dance?’ The stripper beside me asked, her eyes weighed down by the thick fake lashes she had on. I shook my head no and told her I couldn’t wait to see her dance on the pole.
‘Yes, it would be my turn in a few minutes,’ she said. ‘I hope you will come and spray me, show me, love?’
I nodded my head yes, knowing that I wasn’t going to.
Soon they stood up to leave and I watched her as she readied herself to take the stage. She had tattoos that ran down one thigh and her massive buttocks wobbled behind her as she walked.
‘Are those fake or real?’ I asked Kwame.
‘Looks fake to me, but that one over there is real,’ he motioned his head to another stripper on the opposite end of the room.
‘Oh, you’d know wouldn’t you?’ I teased.
‘Of course, I’d know!’
The night eased on and the club began to mill with people. Several Tequila shots later and my head was beginning to buzz more than lightly.
‘You look like you need to stop drinking,’ Kwame said. ‘Let’s get out of here before you turn the place upside down.’
‘Oh please! I can hold my alcohol,’ I bit back and steadied myself off the couch. It was a bit of a struggle to walk in my heels, with my head buzzing and my body giving in to the wobbly trance I was feeling.
As soon as we got in the car and the doors closed, I flung my arms at Kwame and brought his face to mine. The warmth of his breath caressed my face and I watched as his eyes bulged wide at me.
When his mouth closed on mine, it was a hasty bite and a lustful hunger that I needed to quell. He drove his tongue into my mouth and I didn’t resist, taking his tongue in my mouth quickly and giving it back again.
This is not you. This is the alcohol working on you girl.
‘Oh God, I want you so much,’ I said, as I began to struggle to sink my body into his, over the gear, across the steering wheel, finding room to fit just right.
He was groaning, his hands groping and searching every inch of my frail body.
‘I wanted you the moment I saw you tonight,’ he moaned into my ear and bit into it. He took my mouth again and began to feast on it, unable to conceal his hunger as his need bulged between us now and pressed hard against my thigh.
‘Oh shit oh shit oh shit,’ I was pleading for it now, wanting him, wanting it.
‘We have to get out of here,’ he said.
‘No no no, I want you right now,’ I pleaded.
‘Okay let’s drive a little further down the street.’ He put the car in drive, eased off me, and began to make his way out of the parking lot.
But I couldn't wait. I stooped low and snuggled my head into his belly behind the steering wheel as he drove. My hands were working quickly. I tugged at his zipper.
He groaned and shifted in his seat to give me room. Soon he parked the car on the side of the dark street and it was just us in the world.
He turned to look at me, I knew it was on. There was no stopping the lusty moistness that had quickly materialized in my thighs.
‘Come here,’ he said, as he slid his hands off the steering wheel and pulled me into his chest.
His mouth tasted of alcohol and rabid hunger. I let my tongue play a hurried tune in and out of it. He responded with the same intensity, giving back what I was giving, letting himself submit to the lust that now held us bound.
His hands were groping my small breasts and tugging at the curve of my back at the same time. He let out a soft moan as my hips finally found a rhythm over his groin. I had settled myself comfortably behind the wheel now, rocking back and forth to strengthen the need that had begun to bulge through his jeans.
I felt his fingers move from my breasts, drawing lines down my belly to my waist. It was both ticklish and inviting. I bit on his lips and let out a soft cry into his face.
“I want this so much. Oh my God what is wrong with me,” I said.
“Shhh Shh it’s okay baby, come here,” he said, tightening his hold on me as a sneaky finger began to flick the bud in my thighs.
I squirmed in delight, rocking my hips even harder against his hand and letting it glide in even deeper.
The buzzing in my head from all those Tequila shots was mixing with euphoria now. I could hardly contain myself.
This is not me. This is not me. This is the stupid alcohol. This is not me.
He took my mouth back in his, sucking, feasting, and biting all at once.
“Do you have a condom here?” I heard myself say.
Shit! What are you doing? Why did you say that?
“Yes. Yes. Hold on.” He opened a glove compartment in the car and a condom materialized in a flash.
In a matter of seconds, I was off his body and he had pulled down his jeans. With the little glimmer of night light filtering into the car, I saw the weighted bulge of his big black shaft.
It stood erect and imposing between us now and I had to swallow hard to take in its perfection.
I was in shock. It was so large and too good to be real.
“What the fuck!” I gasped. “Oh my! You are so beautiful and big!” I squealed as I took it in both palms and lovingly began to stroke it. It felt like the strongest, thickest shaft I had ever had the pleasure of holding.
Without taking a moment to think my actions through, I let my head fall over his thighs. I had to have a taste of it. He groaned in childish delight, as he placed a hand over my head and began to guide me up and down.
My mouth widened to take him all in but no matter how much wider I opened, he didn’t fit all the way.
What a beauty!
I could hear music from the club in the far distance behind us. Then Someone walked past the car and I secretly hoped he had seen us. There was something edgy and satisfying about being watched.
Hours ago I was home planning the script for my new film. Now here I was, in the driver seat of the car that belonged to a man I had just met, my head buried in his loins, my mouth kneading his meat with careless passion.
“Fuck, girl you’re killing me,” he whispered, his hand still on the back of my head.
“Oh gosh you are so sweet, I want it, I want it now Kwame,” I pleaded.
I raised my head and took his mouth in mine, kissing him as his hands fought to get the condom on.