by Navi' Robins
Christmas and New Year’s came and went. Daniel was preparing himself to go on his first nationally televised talk show, with one of America’s most popular talk-show hosts. It was a very important interview because it would be the first time the world would get to hear about his ordeal in Sudan and his life after his miraculous recovery. With all the media attention, Daniel was able to cope with his emotional and physical torture of not having Ayana around. His only form of contact with her was either through email or the brief, occasional, “How are you holding up?” phone calls from her. He wasn’t sure if Ayana was suffering as much as he was. He was grateful that the nightmares didn’t return, but his bed was now a soft desert of loneliness, and he decided to sleep on the couch until he could get used to sleeping alone again.
Meagan advised him that a lot was riding on this interview, and he needed to campaign for the public’s sympathy and outrage about the events that led up to the death of the young American-Sudanese girl. The weekend before the interview, Daniel and Timothy decided to have a guy’s night out on the town to lighten the mood and maybe get Daniel to relax. Daniel didn’t want to be bothered, feeling exposed and out in the open for more media ambushes or insincere attention from people that simply wanted to get their few seconds in the spotlight. But Daniel owed Timothy so much, and he felt it might be fun to go out with his friend and have a good time like they used to.
It’d been months since Daniel had been out in the nightclub scene, and it seemed like they were opening new clubs just as fast as they were closing schools in the city of Chicago. Timothy decided they’d go to one of the newest clubs in the city that boasted a more sophisticated crowd than the run-of-the-mill twerk factories that dotted the nightlife landscape. Sitting at the bar, Daniel took in the ultramodern décor of the club. The sounds of the mid’90s and early 2000s music blasted through the speakers, while the LED lights changed color according to the intensity of the bass and the mood of the music. Nodding his head while forming a slight smile on his face, Daniel looked on in satisfied approval.
Timothy chose a great spot.
Before long, both men were laughing and bobbing their heads to the music at the bar and having a great time, while the bartender kept their glasses filled with their choice of drinks. The club was full of women who seemed eager to dance to the incredible music the DJ was spinning on his electronic turntables. Looking at Daniel smiling while he watched everyone on the dance floor have a great time, Timothy grinned, satisfied that so far, the night was a success. He hadn’t had much time to spend with his friend. He could tell Daniel was changing, and he was praying that the change wouldn’t be so drastic that he couldn’t recognize his friend of over a decade.
“Danny, it’s great to hang with you, bruh.”
“Likewise. This is a great spot, dude. You picked a winner,” Daniel responded, yelling over the loud music.
“I’m glad you like it. Now, get out there and dance! I didn’t bring you out here to sit at the bar. There are a lot of fine-ass women out there, dude, and a few of them been staring you down. You should go out there and see what’s up.”
Daniel shook his head, unwilling even to entertain the idea of bumping and grinding on a woman that wasn’t Ayana. Timothy, seeing his reluctance to go out on the dance floor, placed his hand on his shoulder and shook his head in disapproval.
“Dude, I’m not trying to hear no sad stories about your lovesick puppy ass. Get out there and have fun, bruh. Tomorrow, you go on national TV, and after that, you may not get a chance to do this again, because you will be a local celebrity. I know none of these women out here can hold a candle to Ayana. I’m not asking you to sleep with any of them. I’m just saying go dance.”
“Fuck that shit! They’re dancing like they’re fucking,” Daniel responded, laughing uncomfortably. “I don’t need the temptation. It’s been a minute.”
“It’s been a minute. Maaaaan, don’t get me started. You’ve only been without sex for a couple of months. I had to endure an extended period of ‘Sahara Dick.’ So, excuse me if your slight drought doesn’t move me. Get your ass out there before I go get the ugliest bitch in here and tell her you want to dance with her.”
Danny turned, shocked at Timothy’s threat.
“Oh no, you wouldn’t!”
“Try me!”
“Aw, dude, that’s fucked up,” Daniel complained while he took one last sip of his drink and stood from the bar stool.
“Call it what you want, but I see your ass getting out on that floor.”
Daniel slowly moved out on the dance floor, and after taking a few steps, he felt a warm yet familiar hand firmly grab hold of his. He looked down at the dark, coffee-colored hand and looked up to see Ayana’s beautiful and vibrant smile. His heart almost jumped out of his chest as he smiled brightly like a kid at Christmas, looking at a tree surrounded with an endless number of elegantly wrapped gifts. Ayana placed her index finger over his lips and pulled him close to her and into the dense dancing crowd.
Timothy smiled brightly once he noticed his plan worked flawlessly and turned around to the bartender to order another drink. He wasn’t here to dance or have a good time. He was here to watch his friend’s back and make sure anyone’s prying eyes that might recognize the lovesick couple wouldn’t disturb their night.
Time paused as the two lovers passionately embraced, dancing to the music. Their clothes soaked with sweat from the heat of the crowd and their passionate choreography. They refused to look away, afraid to lose one second in each other’s eyes. Neither of them spoke a word as they continued to dance and kiss. Daniel missed everything about her, but he absolutely missed her perfectly rounded backside, and he caressed and massaged it like a man caught in a lustful trance. Her skin was so soft. She smelled like the fragrance of heaven, and he secretly prayed that he could make love to her tonight. He needed to be inside of her and feel her thighs trembling around his head as he devoured every inch of her.
Ayana saw the lustful look he was giving her, and she smiled while biting her lip. She didn’t know how this night would go, but she was excited that so far it was going perfectly. Being this close to him and feeling him caress her and hold her close to his body caused her to tremble like a deep-sea earthquake, and she didn’t care who caught them. She wanted him right here and now. Pulling him away from the dance floor, Ayana began to lead him toward the back of the club where the bathrooms were. Usually, in a club this packed, there would be a line leading into the bathrooms, but it seemed fate was working in their favor, and there wasn’t one soul standing outside waiting to use the facilities. Forcefully opening the men’s bathroom, Ayana stepped inside with Daniel in tow. He quickly turned and locked the door behind him, and before turning off the lights, he noticed the bathroom was uncannily clean and well decorated.
The darkness momentarily startled Ayana, but before she could jump, she felt Daniel spin her around, forcing her body up against the cold, tiled wall. The doctor was forceful, and his aggression should’ve frightened her, but surprisingly, it excited her, and she immediately felt the moisture of her excitement sliding down her thighs. She then put both her hands on the wall and forcefully pushed her ass up against him. He grunted loudly as her sudden push out sent vibrations of lust through him. He quickly lifted her midthigh dress around her waist, and Ayana closed her eyes in anticipation of feeling his large, rock-hard, and pulsating muscle of pleasure drilling deep inside of her. Instead of feeling his dick, she moaned loudly when she felt his hot and wet mouth engulfing her excited center, licking wildly on her clitoris and lips. His head seemed to disappear inside her ass as he pushed forward, still licking and lapping at her sensitivity as if the cure for all his ailments were buried deep inside of her, and he needed to lick, nibble, and eat his way to it.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door as someone tried to force their way into the bathroom. Ayana expected the doctor to stop, but he didn’t miss a beat as he kept at it, with his tongue in full motion. The
person continued to bang on the door, and the more they banged, the wilder the doctor’s lust became. Just when Ayana felt the orgasmic explosion building up, the doctor jumped to his feet and forced every inch of himself inside of her, moaning loudly in her ear. Ayana screamed as she felt the veins and grooves of his manhood sliding across her G-spot.
Soon, a crowd of curious people could be heard outside. Ayana became nervous, and before she could turn around to protest, the doctor placed two fingers over her mouth and whispered, “Shut up and take this dick,” in her ear.
Moaning loudly, she complied with his demands and lifted herself on her tiptoes so the doctor could get a much better angle as he continued to pound her hard and fast. Unable to contain herself, she moaned loudly each time he took a long, deep stroke inside of her.
I guess if I’m going to get arrested and lose my job, I better enjoy every moment of this, she thought to herself.
The doctor was now entranced in his own need to reach his climax, and he began to intensify his thrusts, until each time he dove deep inside of her, the force would lift her entire body off the floor, and her face would knock up against the wall. They were yelling and moaning so loudly that the crowd outside began to cheer while security scrambled around, trying to break up the building crowd and find the keys to open the door. Ayana’s body began to shake and convulse as she felt her body detonate all of her built-up passion. Knowing they didn’t have much longer before the door was unlocked and this scene exposed, Ayana arched her back while squeezing her walls around Daniel’s invading muscle in her. The sudden tightness caused the doctor to roar and release himself inside of her. His leg muscles began to tremble as he immediately stumbled backward, but he still held on to Ayana’s waist, pulling her back from the wall with him. The sound of her six-inch heels scraping across the tile jolted the doctor out of his climactic bliss, and he quickly braced himself to stop them from falling to the bathroom floor.
Ayana immediately started to fix herself as Daniel pulled up his pants, trying to prevent anyone that might come in through that door from seeing him in such an exposed position. Ayana, now presentable, reached toward the wall and turned on the light to expose Daniel standing in his black dress pants, completely covered in her juices. It looked like he’d just peed himself, and her mouth flew open while she pointed at him. Looking down, Daniel swore and allowed an uncomfortable laugh to come out of his mouth.
“Baby, that’s bad. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I came that much.”
“It’s okay. At least I know I did my job.”
“Oh, baby, yes, you did. I want to go lie down and sleep right now, and my legs are still shaking. I can barely stand up in these heels.”
“Damn, I want some more,” Daniel complained while he looked her over lustfully.
“Well, you can’t get more in here. We got to go right now!”
They both exhaled deeply as Daniel walked ahead of her and undid the lock. As soon as the door opened, two large security men were standing there with keys and flashlights in their hands. Behind them was a loud and eager crowd, excited beyond comprehension to find out who was in the bathroom having sex. The look on the security guards’ faces made it clear that their night here was over, but the crowd felt differently, and seeing them both caused them to erupt in a championship-winning cheer. Ayana began to giggle behind a nervous Daniel, and before he could turn around to see what she was giggling about, she was fist pumping and stirring up the crowd’s excitement. She started cheering along with them and laughing wildly.
Daniel couldn’t believe her reaction. He thought she would be embarrassed, but then again, she was the one that led him into the bathroom. It was at that moment his father’s words replayed in his head about neither of them knowing the other. Not wanting her so engulfed in the amusement of the crowd, Daniel pulled her and quickly began to lead her out of the club with both security guards in tow. As they quickly moved past the bar, he caught a glimpse of Timothy shaking his head wildly, while laughing till tears were running down his eyes. Daniel didn’t find anything funny or amusing.
Those two are something else . . .
Chapter 19
The Interview
Daniel sat in front of the mirror in his dressing room, staring at himself blankly. He seemed disconnected from the chaos happening around him as Meagan talked a mile a minute, giving him all the dos and don’ts concerning his interview. Meagan knew this host was an expert at ambush journalism and would try to sidetrack the doctor away from the important points of the interview and his reasons behind testifying against Kronte. Meagan was talking so much that she didn’t notice the doctor’s blank expression until she paused for a second to straighten his tie.
“Doctor Bennett! Are you listening to me?” she yelled into his ear.
The doctor jumped before turning toward her loud mouth and giving her a nasty and annoyed look. Meagan shrugged and continued to talk, now that she was sure he was paying attention.
“Remember, don’t let him bait you into any discussions concerning your mental stability or how you feel Kronte should pay for his crimes. You don’t want to come off as crazy or self-righteous. You are strictly here to tell your side of the story, the events of that day, and how it’s changed your life since then . . . well, minus your night terrors. Understand?”
Daniel nodded and turned to look at a smiling yet nervous Ayana staring at him. She was secretly hoping Meagan would leave the two of them alone in the dressing room long enough for her to hug and kiss him. She smiled, thinking about his arms wrapped around her and the warm feeling it caused to vibrate through her body. She felt like a little girl around him, carefree and open for any and everything. The thought of mounting him right in this room even crossed her mind, and she tightly pressed her legs together to try to diminish the sudden heat that began to warm her inner thighs. From the way Meagan was drilling him, she knew she wasn’t going to leave them alone for one second. She should’ve been ashamed that Meagan had to treat two adults like teenagers going through puberty, but she wasn’t. This was the first time in her life anyone had ever made her feel this way, and the way the doctor aroused her body . . . only God knew how sprung she was on him.
Soon, there was a knock on the door. One of the young interns stuck her head in the door to let them know Daniel had five minutes before showtime. When the chirpy blond woman looked in the mirror at the amazingly handsome reflection of the doctor in his three-piece beige suit staring back at her, she immediately cleared her throat and ran her hand through her hair. Ayana noticed the intern’s flirtatious demeanor and rolled her eyes, folding her arms. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t. Otherwise, their relationship would be known, and she felt the intern wouldn’t hesitate to alert the host of this new development.
So, despite her burning urge to set the young girl straight, Ayana remained quiet while the intern lingered at the door, still staring at the doctor, hoping for a sign he was interested.
I bet she’s stuffed a lot more than submarine sandwiches in that big-ass mouth, Ayana thought while looking the blonde up and down. If she thinks she’s got a chance with trying my man, she’s gonna have a rude awakening and an ass whooping to match. He’s mine, bitch. Keep your distance.
As if the girl could read Ayana’s mind, she walked toward the doctor, placing her hand on his shoulder and began rubbing it softly. She continued to smile brightly while asking him if she could get him anything. He looked at her, smiled, and shook his head. Appearing disappointed, she turned to leave and caught a glimpse of Ayana staring at her and grinning. She could tell Ayana was on to her, and she rolled her eyes while walking out of the room.
Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids.
Daniel stood behind the wall leading out to the stage, inhaling deeply while opening and closing his hands. Then the moment arrived, and the stage manager gave him the cue for him to walk out on stage to the thunderous applause of the studio audience. Daniel could feel his palms sweating as he forc
ed himself to smile and wave at the welcoming audience. After greeting the host, Peter Spelling, Daniel took a seat and braced himself for whatever Mr. Spelling had in store. Everyone in America knew just how drastic and unforgiving Peter Spelling could be if he smelled one ounce of bullshit from his guest, and he was notorious for ambushing guests with secrets they thought they had hidden away. Daniel silently prayed that he didn’t have anything on him tonight that could derail their plans.
The objective was to get the international public to be sympathetic to his story and tragedy, which would raise awareness of what’s going on in Sudan, sparking an international outcry over Kronte and his war crimes. With the backing of a compassionate public, the International Courts of Justice would take his testimony more seriously, which could help in Kronte’s conviction. If there were a platform that could skyrocket the awareness, Peter Spelling’s show was it. His show was syndicated and broadcasted in over thirty countries. Peter was more popular than the president, so if he endorsed their cause, it would be a heavy blow to Kronte’s legal defense.
Peter sat across from Daniel smiling brightly, exposing his set of ultrawhite teeth. If his smile were an attempt to ease any anxiety, it wasn’t working, and Daniel began to feel like Peter would eventually attack him with all those pearly whites like a human piranha. After reading a brief greeting on the teleprompter, Peter began the interview.
