by Bill Brewer
Like the sleeping cabanas, the dining hall was a timber structure on a raised floor with a corrugated steel roof and canvas walls. The dining area had a summer camp feel to it, but only if a summer camp served braised water buffalo, wildebeest burgers, mango salad and imported red and white wines, followed by natural cacao mousse torts. Both men relaxed and enjoyed the fully prepared, unlimited meal.
After dinner, Diegert and Panzer walked across the compound with the weight of the African night pressing in. The moonless sky was especially dark while the sounds of the surrounding bush revealed the hunting and fleeing of untamed wildlife. Panzer stopped when the guttural roar of a male lion flooded over the savannah. The call was deep, with repeated bellows that echoed across the plains, proclaiming the big cat’s supremacy.
Panzer turned to Diegert, “Tomorrow that magnificent cat will be ours.”
Diegert’s look remained impassive, shifting his eyes to see the smile on his father’s face. The flickering of the torches, lighting the way to their cabanas, cast a devious glow on the cheeks and eyebrows of Panzer’s Joker-like face.
“Tomorrow will be a big day for us, but the night has yet to reveal its surprises,” said Panzer.
The toothy grin looked even creepier in the flickering lights. Standing in front of David’s cabana, Panzer patted Diegert on the shoulder as he gently coaxed him up the steps. At the door, Diegert looked back to see Panzer waiting for him to enter. The staunch German waved as if sending his son off on a school field trip. Diegert nodded, but the vibe from Panzer left him wondering what was on the other side of the door.
The cabana, was on an elevated platform, had a metal roof and dual wall, canvas sides. The walls were supported by wooden timbers, while the door was set on hinges in a sturdy frame. The electric lights gave the canvas a warm glow. Upon entering, Diegert realized he was not alone. Sitting on the bed was a beautiful young African woman.
“Hello,” said Diegert.
She was sitting on the bed looking at her phone. She stowed the phone as soon as she heard Diegert’s voice.
“Hello,” she said. “I am Lindavi, I’m happy to be here with you tonight.”
Diegert looked at her bright eyes which flashed with a mischievous shine. She had perfect teeth surrounded by plump lips stretched back into a friendly smile. He cast his eyes over her body. Having risen from the bed and standing at a slight angle, Diegert was enchanted with her hourglass figure. Her hips were wide with full round buttocks. Her ample breasts were covered by a gauzy red button-up blouse, knotted at her trim waist revealing her smooth flat mid-section. She wore a khaki skirt which blended with the safari uniforms others in the compound wore, only hers was short, the hem placed very high on her sensual thighs. Continuing his gaze, he arrived at her bare feet, which had the cutest row of toes he’d ever seen. Pulling his gaze back up, he met her eyes, which sparkled with delight for having pleased him with her appearance. She shook her head and her braided locks cascaded behind her shoulders.
“My name’s David.”
“I know, I’ve been waiting for you. Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure.”
“Do you like Guinness,” asked Lindavi as she crossed the room. “It’s a delicious beer that is very… Black,” she said as she looked at him with the fridge door open.
“Yes, I like that beer.” Diegert held her eye contact with a wry smile.
Lindavi poured the beer into a large glass mug, which she held out to Diegert so he could grasp the handle.
“Cheers,” she said. “Please sit.”
Diegert sat in a chair upholstered in zebra hide. Lindavi sat back on the bed facing him.
“You traveled a long way today didn’t you?” she asked with a sense of concern.
“It is a long way from Nairobi to here.”
“I hope you are not disappointed with your welcome.”
“So far the trip has been worth it.”
She looked at him, wanting to say something but was hesitant. Finally, she spoke. “You are very young. I suspect you are no older than me.”
Diegert could see that Lindavi was uncomfortable being so forward, but her words were just as uncomfortable to restrain.
“Well, how old are you?”
She drew in a deep breath while straightening her posture, “I’m twenty-two.”
Diegert nodded, “I got you by a few years, but you’re right we’re about the same.”
Her smile revealed her bright white teeth, but she was nervous as she looked to the floor. “Usually the men are older.”
When she looked up, Diegert held her gaze as she searched his reaction.
“They are over fifty or even older,” she said.
Diegert nodded.
“And they are fat.” She giggled. She brought her hand to her mouth until she saw that Diegert was laughing too.
The laughing eased her tension and Diegert asked, “Are the old, fat ones any fun?”
Her smile contracted. “They are not fun, but they are usually fast. I do not like the angry ones who get off by hurting me.”
Their eyes locked again.
“You’re not going to hurt me are you?” she asked.
Diegert shook his head. “No, I will not hurt you.”
Her smile returned as she rose from the bed, undid a button on her blouse and stepped over to him. “It’s been a long time since I really made love to a man. This night could be very special.”
As she approached, Diegert put his beer on the side table and held out his hand.
She slid her fingers over his palm and up his forearm. She shifted her hips and sat down on his lap. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her body close to his. Their eyes projected tension and desire. Leaning in, eyes now closed, their lips met. Soft at first, sensitive and eager, but careful and cautious. The kiss was an exploration, an overture to seek the tacit permission to go further. They both pressed forward, eager to wake the passion and arouse the libido. Diegert felt her hesitation giving way as he intensified the kiss. Lips parted and tongues danced in the halls of each other’s mouths, sending sensual signals through their bodies and brains. Diegert held Lindavi’s face in his hands as the sole focus at that moment was the kiss. Their bodies were heating up as the embrace tightened while the kissing deepened. When they broke the kiss, their panting ensued as they pressed cheeks against necks. Lindavi spoke, “They never kiss me, they never want to.”
Diegert brought her face close to his and kissed her again with an open mouth and an eager tongue. With one arm around her back and the other under her knees, he lifted her as he stood and carried her over to the bed. He gently laid her down. Together they entwined, connecting their bodies while the rhythm of pleasure was obeyed in spite of their clothing. Lindavi clasped Diegert’s head, holding him tightly while she kissed his mouth with all the passion she possessed. Diegert undid the buttons on his shirt. He pulled his arms through the sleeves, tossing the garment to the floor. Separated, they both stripped the rest of their clothes in a giggling flurry. She laughed at the awkwardness with which Diegert hopped around as he pulled his legs out of his pants. He smiled at her as he stood in his boxers, which protruded in the front. She sat on the bed with her bright red panties encircling her hips. Their laughter subsided as she slid her panties forward over her knees and past her feet. Diegert grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.
Her eyes enlarged as her smile broadened. “I usually have to pull that guy out from under the fat.”
She looked up to see Diegert returning her smile, as she walked over, reaching out to his throbbing organ. “With most men, I have to bring this soldier to attention, but this brave one is ready for action,” she said while gently stroking his erect shaft. Diegert had his arm wrapped around her, with his other hand he caressed her soft, warm and firm breasts. Her stiff nipples elicited a shudder of pleasure when Diegert squeezed them between his fingers. She straddled his leg while standing and forced her pelvis against his hip.
Squeezing her sexy butt produced a rhythm with which she pressed her vulva into him. Their erotic sensations crossed into the primal zone where reason and logic give way to lust and desire. Diegert held Lindavi tight, took one long, rotating step and laid her on the bed.
Horizontal now their undulations intensified and they returned to deep passionate kissing. Lindavi opened her legs and centered herself on Diegert’s hips. They thrust together for several minutes while their tongues indulged in the pleasurable delight found in the deepest of kisses. When they broke for air Diegert rolled Lindavi to her back. He took her plump, erect nipple into his lips and suckled it. Lindavi arched her back and let out a moan.
Diegert descended down her body bringing his lips to her labia. Lindavi lifted her head. “No one has ever done this to me before.” Diegert smiled as he returned his lips to the warm, soft folds of her vagina. He could feel the throb of her clitoris, which was firm and erect. Enveloping her sensitive protrusion in his eager lips sent a shudder of pleasure through Lindavi. She thrust her head back against the mattress closing her eyes while gripping the sheets. Diegert could sense her sexual tension. He could feel the pleasure and excitement building within her. When his tongue caressed her clit, her legs spread wider and her hips thrust forward against his mouth. Lindavi’s moaning was deep and primal. She was leaving the physical world and entering a realm of pleasure, distinctly personal and unprecedentedly intense. Diegert sensed her pace and applied just the right pressure to keep her escalating. Lindavi writhed from side to side and arched her back while thrusting her hips. She was moving towards an orgasm, the likes of which she had never experienced before. Diegert knew her moment was approaching as her breathing shortened. He slowed the pace and pressure on her sensitive bud. Lindavi grabbed the back of his head and forced his face against her. Diegert’s smile could not be seen, but he sucked on her clit as she exploded with an orgasmic spasm that shook the bed, the cabana, the continent of Africa, and Lindavi’s entire world. Her pleasure came in waves which Diegert reacted to with subtle adjustments in pressure allowing her to ride on delightful crests of joyful sensation for several minutes. As Diegert removed his lips, the tension in Lindavi’s body dissipated and she entered into a blissful state of deep relaxation.
Diegert crawled back up next to her, wrapping her in his arms. He held her as she snuggled against his chest, resting quietly for several minutes. She ended the quiet by saying, “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was exciting for me too.”
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. Diegert shifted his head to meet her gaze. He saw the surprise on her face.
“What?” he said.
“You enjoyed doing that for me?”
“Yeah.”
The idea had to percolate in Lindavi’s mind, and Diegert could see she was struggling with the notion.
He said, “Sex is a two-way street. The pleasure is better when you share what the other person is feeling. I could sense you were enjoying it and that feels good to me.”
“Perhaps it’s different when it’s business,” she said.
Diegert had no reply as Lindavi slid her hand down his abdomen encircling his shaft. She stroked it a few times stiffening its already erect state. She positioned herself so she could kiss his erection. She peppered his penis with little kisses and looked up at Diegert with a mischievous smile. Diegert had to smile back as she looked so cute, and he knew what was coming.
She engulfed his shaft in her mouth, sending a wonderful bolt of pleasure throughout his body. Her bobbing motions found a rhythm which intensified the thrilling sensations. As she produced such wonderful pleasure, Diegert thought was this just business for her?
Lindavi withdrew him from her mouth and sat on his thighs. She reached to the nightstand and ripped open a condom with her teeth. She unrolled it down his member and pumped the latex covered obelisk, working the lube into a froth. She positioned herself above him and inserted him within her. Diegert looked up at her pretty face and saw the same mischievous smile. Her firm breasts were there for the squeezing and Diegert couldn’t resist caressing them. Lindavi began undulating her hips. Her movement was sensual and slow, with an escalating pace. She flexed her spine, thrusting her hips forward and back. She rose and fell while contracting her pelvic muscles. Diegert was entranced with her erotic movements. He was transfixed by the pleasure she was able to pull out of his groin, and he thrust his hips ever so slowly so as not to disturb the rhythm of her sexual dance. He looked up and swore she was enjoying it. He hoped they had crossed a line and were really lovers, not wanting to be just a John. Lindavi picked up the pace and the force with which she moved her hips. As she quickened her thrusts, her smile broadened. Diegert was now completely in her control. She seemed to want him to feel as good as she had felt. Her thrusts became shorter, quicker and more specific. He lost any capacity to resist as his hips began thrusting with intense automaticity. He exploded into her with an orgasm that sent her into the air as if she were riding a zebra stallion. As Diegert pulsed with pleasure, a tremendous lion roar reverberated across the savannah. Diegert’s thrusts continued for another minute until he was spent and she was once again stable. She leaned forward, lying on top of him as his breathing slowed into quiet purrs and they both fell asleep.
Together they were blissfully peaceful in the satisfied repose of the sexually spent. As Diegert fell deeper asleep, he began to dream. He saw Lindavi dressed in a beautiful yellow sundress with a tight tank top and a smooth flowing skirt. They were together for the day as they walked through a festival in a park. Lindavi admired the arts and crafts, tastefully displayed in the vendor’s tents. Live music pervaded the park, putting people in happy moods. Lindavi found a large hat with a bright band that fell into a draping tail of rainbow colors. Diegert thought she looked fabulous and insisted on buying it for her. She was taken aback and protested the purchase. He persisted and soon they were continuing their walk with her in her lovely new hat. At the food court they got sandwiches and lemonade. Sitting at a table near the entrance to the park, they laughed and smiled, finding it so much fun to be together. From the road a large black van entered the park and drove right up to where they were sitting. The movement diverted Diegert’s attention from Lindavi’s beauty. The side door of the van slid open and four men exited. Armed with submachine guns and scowling faces, they headed right for Diegert, barrels trained upon him. Diegert froze in the moment. He had no weapon, no escape plan, and no backup. With Lindavi there, he felt a pang of vulnerability, a realization he was not prepared to protect her. The men advanced quickly, Diegert jumped up to block them as they fired at the ground in front of him. Dirt flew up, blasting his face with pinpoints of shrapnel. The gunfire triggered a stampede of people scrambling in the opposite direction. The festival was transformed into a frightened wave of human panic. Diegert turned to see Lindavi, in shock at the horror unfolding in front of her. The buttstock of a gun struck his jaw, knocking Diegert backward, tumbling over their lunch table. Multiple three-round bursts rang out. Diegert looked to see bullets ripping into Lindavi. Her beautiful face and lovely body torn open with hideous wounds from which the flesh gaped and the blood splattered. She fell back out of her chair, the bright fabric of her yellow dress splotched with bloodstains. Her hat on the ground, covered with the contents of her bullet-riddled cranium. Diegert weakened as he witnessed the violence of her death. Struck again in the head, he was dragged off to the van.
The van door slammed shut. Diegert woke on the bed with a full body shudder. Lindavi was shaken by Diegert’s body quake. His startled reaction and bewildered look caused her to ask, “Are you OK?” She gently slid to the side, laying down beside him. “I thought the Olduvai had erupted again,” she said with a smile.
Diegert was slow to smile but he was relieved that she was OK and his nightmare had passed.
“I have to get going,” she said.
“Can’t you stay?”
“No, I have to work early, I’ve stayed longer than usual, and my family will be looking for me.”
“Don’t they know where you are?”
She reacted with a perturbed startle. “No, and they especially don’t know what I am doing. So I must go so there are no suspicions.”
Lindavi stood from the bed and dressed quickly. She pulled on her blouse, and Diegert watched as she buttoned up her top, covering her breasts.
“Will I see you again?”
“Oh come now, that’s not the way this works. You may see me again, but I will be just another dark girl walking in the red dust of Africa.”
Diegert looked at her forlornly, sliding to the edge of the bed, grabbing her hand.
She smiled. “You gave me an experience I had never had before. For that reason, you will stay in my memory, but I am a servant and you are the master, that won’t change and I won’t deceive myself.” She kissed him on the forehead as she slid her feet into her sandals.
Diegert said, “I am a servant too. I have to do what is asked of me even when I don’t want to.”
Rolling her eyes Lindavi replied, “Come on, you sound like a petulant little boy. You are the son of a very wealthy man. You are an heir to a fortune. You may have to do what you’re told, but really your life is nothing like mine,” she said with a look of annoyance.
“You have to have sex with men, but I have to kill them.”
A quizzical look of concern cast across her face.
“That wealthy man is my father, but I am his assassin. Soon I will be assigned to kill again.”
Lindavi looked frightened and stood motionless as the gravity of his admission sunk in. Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her skirt.
“You and I are more alike than you realize,” exclaimed Diegert. “What we do is highly valued, but we act in the dark, secret and discreet. In the light of the day, we are shameful.”
