The Story of Michael

by Damien Dsoul

  “Hey there, white boi,” said the man’s voice at the other end of the line. I recognised the voice right away and it made me groan inside.

  “Hi there Olu,” I said.

  “You still asleep or you awake now? You forgot about that party I told you about?”

  I glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed; 7:45p.m., it said. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept that long.

  “I don’t know if I can make it. Is it possible I take a rain check on you?”

  “No such thing as a rain-check in my dictionary, white boi. Our ride leaves here in thirty. Get your ass up right now and come meet us down here in the lounge. Don’t make me come up there and do it myself.”

  The line went dead after that.

  I dropped the phone and punched my pillow wishing it was Olu’s face. The nerve of him to talk to me like I was a kid or something; and he still won’t stop calling me that stupid name ‘white boi’. Oh well, it was late already and I was stumped as to where my investigation was going. I had been to the suite Catherine and her folks had stayed in but nothing there could lead me any further. I might as well put on a happy face and go have some fun time, whatever Olu had in mind as regards to fun. Anya and Heidi will be downstairs with him, I figure. After what I’d done to Heidi back in her room I don’t know if I could stand looking at her at all.

  I washed my face in the bathroom and splashed some cologne on and put on some lotion too and got another shirt to wear and stepped into a pair of jeans. My wallet in my pocket, I arranged my laptop and my bag and every other thing so I’d know if anyone else steps into my room while I’m gone. When I felt alright with the arrangement, I turned off the lights and left the room.

  It would be the last time I set foot in my room. It would be the last time I set foot in Queensland Resort.

  ***

  The elevator deposited me at the lobby and I strolled towards the lounge area. A voice was hollering out my name. I turned my head and there was Hugh hurrying as if to catch up with me. There were other people walking by and some turned their heads to see him coming towards me; he was wearing a safari shirt and matching shorts with the straw hat on his head, looking like the world’s worse tourist.

  “Hi there ,” we shook hands. “Seems like you’re the only foreigner I tend to be running into in here. Lots of other Brits around but the look like pests to me.”

  “Maybe if you talk nicely to them you might get a better response,” I snapped back, pissed at him for calling my name out the way he just did.

  He was holding my arm, keeping me standing there alongside him. He pulled me closer at the same time led me off the walking path of other people strolling past us; he was grinning at me as well.

  “I saw you earlier in the day. Looks like you’re getting cosier with those Canadian broads.”

  “We met for drinks and that’s it. Nothing to be cosy about.” What I should have said was ‘none of your fucking business, buddy’. But that didn’t seem to get through to him.

  “You went up to her room, didn’t you? I know you did.”

  I screw my brow. “The hell are you talking about? How the hell would you have known about that?”

  “I know because I too have got some interest in that room that they’re staying in. That’s the same room that American couple that got kidnapped stayed at, right? You know what I mean, don’t you? That’s what you’re here for, I know that too.”

  All of a sudden I didn’t want to be seen with him anymore and I wrenched my arm off him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about or what you’re here for, but this is the last time you and I ever speak like we know each other.”

  “I’m a reporter, Michael,” he said with desperation in his eyes, still trying to hold on to me. “Investigative for the Guardian. I checked you up the night we got in here. I’m sorry about your girl being missing but that’s what I’m here for, to find out what really happened to her and the other missing Yanks too, the same as you. Care to talk with me now?”

  “No, I don’t. You’ve been sneaking around watching me since we got here and now you expect us to become pals? And since when do Brits actually care what happens to Americans that go missing?”

  “Some do, and some just to sell paper. But I’m here to get to the bottom of it, and that’s what you’re here for, aren’t you?” He was talking pretty fast, looking beyond my shoulder while he did. “Look, my source tells me there’s some type of racket going on in this resort and who knows which of these foreigners will be the next to get kidnapped. I want you to work with me on this, Michael. Tell me what you know and let’s get the word out about this place.”

  “Tell me one thing first. How did you get to know I was at the Canadian’s apartment, and why did you break into my room?”

  He faltered when I said this. “Break into your room? When?”

  I was about to say something more when a hand slapped my shoulder. I turned my head and there was Olu Shango grinning at me.

  “What’s up, white boi. You just like me running around this building looking for you, is that it? Who’s your friend?”

  I introduced him to Hugh. They shook hands and Hugh took his leave, telling me he would catch up to me later. Olu steered me towards the lounge.

  “I’m not one used to be kept waiting, especially not by white bois such as yourself. And the ladies don’t like it either.”

  “For the thousand time, my name is Michael. Why can’t you just call me that and still calling me this ‘white boi’ stuff?”

  “My bad, Michael. Now click your heels and let’s get this party rolling.”

  He had his arm around me, hugging me and laughing like he’d just shared the world’s dirtiest joke and together we went into the lounge where the ladies were waiting.

  Anya and Heidi were deep in conversation and they stopped almost immediately when we came to their table. They were both looking hot and gorgeous in their evening dresses and high heels. Heidi had her leg crossed over the other; she looked good in her dress. I wanted to walk up to her and pull her into my arms but the icy look she gave me as she saw me there cut that dream short. I shook hands with Anya and said ‘Hi’ to Heidi; her reply was distant. The ladies had their drinks in front of them. Olu said they needed to be on their way right now. They hurried up with their drinks and Olu escorted Anya with her brimming with smiles as she locked her arm around his while Heidi walked as if I wasn’t there beside her.

  “I’m sorry about this afternoon,” I said to her, keeping my voice low so no one else would hear.

  “You were pathetic,” she said to me.

  “Like I said, I was sorry. It was my first time.”

  She snorted. “You could have fooled me.”

  I clamped my mouth shut, not knowing what else to say to her. We strolled through the lobby and went out the revolving doors into the evening. The air felt refreshingly different and cool as we stood there. A slick black limousine pulled up in front of us and the four of us got in and then drove out of the resort’s gate.

  The hour was late, but it seemed only I noticed that in the car. I looked back at the resort as we drove away from it. It was as if a part of me knew I wasn’t returning anymore.

  I was heading down the rabbit hole and didn’t even know it.

  LIGHTS GO OUT

  The car’s interior light remained on. There was a wine bucket with us in the car and a bottle of wine nestled inside it. Olu Shango picked it up and popped the cork. Anya and Heidi and myself held up our glasses as he filled it for us and we made a toast to a fun-filled evening. Anya was all giddy with excitement; Heidi too seemed expectant of what the evening might bring; I was the only one who remained clueless and had nothing to do except sip my drink and I smacked my lips as I savoured the taste.

  “Wow! It’s getting hot in here, isn’t it?” Anya fan
ned at herself after draining what was in her glass. She pushed down the ‘V’ section of her blouse; I could make out the tan outline of her bra though she wasn’t wearing any. “If I were a cat right now, I’d purr.”

  She and Heidi gave a giggling fit. I watched as she stretched her legs and dropped one over her black boyfriend’s thigh. Her skirt rode up her thigh, giving me an excellent view of her naked pussy. I wouldn’t be surprised Heidi too wouldn’t have on any panties and that got my erection squirming inside my jeans.

  The car went over several potholes and bumps on the road; it added to the frolicking erociticity taking place inside the limo. Anya was kissing Olu, her hand grasping his hardened crotch. Heidi left where she sat beside me and went to sit next to them. She too joined in kissing Olu; afterwards he allowed both women to share an intimate long kiss. I sipped my drink, rubbing my hard-on, watched as Heidi unzipped Olu Shango’s pants and fished out his erect snake. She gave me a look before lowering her face down his crotch and wrapping her lips around his prick’s head. I was a little flustered and angry sitting there watching all of that. I didn’t deserve to be there - I thought she and I had something going on. I was fuming within myself as I watched her continue to swallow that thick black cock and barely get it all down her mouth. Her niece came down and joined her. Now both women were taking turns flicking their tongue and sucking on Olu’s cock like a popsicle and he lounged back in his chair sipping his wine, groaning and pushing either woman’s head down on him. At one time he looked at me and grinned.

  “You like what you’re seeing, white boi?”

  Where it not that I was in a vehicle and we were moving past traffic I probably would have opened the door and jumped out and taken my chances and walked back to the resort ... if I could find it since right at that moment I couldn’t tell what section of the city we were heading to. Street lights shone their glare through the tinted glass at us and the city moved at frenetic speed and that was all I could make of the city around it. I turned my face to look out the dark window but couldn’t shut out the sound of lips smacking, the moaning voices or that of Olu telling the women what to do. I turned to watch them and now he had his jeans down his thighs and Heidi had near loosened her dress, hiked up her skirt and now was about straddling him.

  “Go on get that black dick, dear,” Anya urged her. She stroked Olu’s cock in her hand and I watched her hold it as Heidi lowered her ass down on him.

  I couldn’t take the sound or sight of Heidi riding Shango’s cock from my mind even as I’m telling this story. I watched the roundness of her white butt grind against his black skin as she leaned against him. Her niece knelt down and kissed her butt and sucked on Olu’s cock. She caressed her tits behind her dress and fingered herself. She turned to look at me sitting there feeling miserable and came to seat next to me.

  “You enjoying the show, Michael? I know you’d like to get a taste of my niece,” she cooed into my ear. She picked up my hand and directed it to her pussy. “I know you’d love to get some of this pussy too, wouldn’t you?”

  Her face was inches from mine; her nose breathed against me; I could smell the taste of wine coming from her. Yes, I wanted her in every worse way. I wanted to do to her the things that her black boyfriend was right now doing to her niece. I wanted to fuck her hard and more ...

  She crackled and pushed my hand away from my cunt, sliding away from me as if I were poison.

  “Too bad you’re not going to get any. Don’t take it personal, but I don’t fuck white men; my Master wouldn’t like it if I did,” she cocked her thumb at Olu. “Neither does Heidi.”

  Heidi was moaning and jerking back and forth in a frenzy by now. The car bumping over potholes only exacerbated her cries. Olu Shango had his hands all over her ass cheeks and kept bouncing her hard on his shaft. I kept rubbing at my erection inside my jeans and watched like a love-sick pussy at the sight of her ass cheeks sliding up and down that black monster; I could make out her pussy juice pouring down his thighs. I didn’t realize that I was licking my tongue over my lips, enjoying every second of the action.

  Anya buried her face between her niece’s ass cheeks and when Olu’s cock slipped out of her, groaning, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked and cleaned every trace of cum he spewed out. He thrust his thighs upward even with Heidi still hanging on to him, pushing his prick into her niece’s mouth. Anya kept on sucking him even as he grew soft then she withdrew.

  There came a knock on the plexi-glass separating us from the driver. Olu pushed on a button that lowered the glass down some inches. The driver told him we were soon arriving at our destination. Olu pressed the glass back up and brought Heidi down from him. Both women straightened out their dresses. They opened their handbags and quickly reapplied their make-up while Olu pulled back his jeans and inner shorts and fixed his belt back. I could feel my cock dying back inside my jeans, too disappointed. I looked out the window and saw that we’d just driven into a compound and were now approaching a mansion-like house. The limousine drove round a wide circle and came to a stop in front of the house. Two thick black men in tuxedos manned the doorway. One of them approached our door and held it open for us to climb out. Olu had his arms around both nieces and led them inside; I followed behind.

  The other man in the tuxedo opened the door for us and we walked inside to join the party ongoing.

  ***

  It looked like a tuxedo party to me; nearly all the men in the room were in white or black tuxedo except Olu Shango and myself. There were lot of white couples there with their wives, everybody sipping wine, conversing, laughing ... looking here and there. Soft music played above our heads.

  We were in a large ballroom; the furniture was arranged in a sort of wide circle formation with a set of long chairs aligned head to toe in the centre like a long ‘I’. Nobody sat on the long chairs. I looked around and couldn’t find Olu anywhere though I saw Anya and Heidi mingling with the crowd, laughing and talking as if they were familiar with the people here. I notice there were some white men walking about serving drinks on trays. They were naked except for the pair of loin clothes they wore that covered their crotch region; neither seemed to care as to their nakedness. One of them stopped in front of me and asked if I cared for some Champagne. He offered me a glass of bubbly before moving along past me. I watched him go, cringing with revulsion at the sight of his loin cloth barely covering his ass cheeks. So repulsed was I wondered if this was some gay enclave I’d allowed Olu to bring me to. If it were then how come the white women?

  I wandered amongst the crowd, said hello to several before finding myself a couch and sat on it with my drink still in my hand. I turned to my left and there was an older man seated there sipping wine off his glass. He looked to be in his forties. We exchanged handshake and I found out he was an American.

  “Tim Simmons,” he introduced himself.

  “Michael Paymer. This is some strange party,” I said, making conversation.

  He smiled. “Don’t get down about it. The fun part hasn’t even begun.”

  We kept talking. One of the naked white men servants came and filled our glass before heading over to do the same to some group of women who stood chatting with each other. Tim pointed out his wife, Monica, to me, standing across the room chatting and laughing with some other white woman.

  “What’s the deal with the naked white men,” I said to Tim. “Is this some crazy party or something?”

  “You don’t know about this party?”

  I shook my head. “Some black guy, Olu Shango was the one who brought me here along with two other women.”

  The man looked at me with amazement. “You came here with Shango, is that what you just said?” he turned his head all round the room looking for whom I’d just mentioned. “He’s not here. He’s probably upstairs getting ready,” he said.

  I was confused now. “Getting ready for what? What
did you say was going to happen afterwards?”

  “Excuse me.”

  He drained his glass and got up leaving me still confused over whatever was about to happen. He went over to where his wife was and whispered into her ear. Her features appeared delighted with whatever he’d told her and she too shared it with her friends as he left her and went to a gathering of other white men and talked to them. Someone came and sat next to me. It was Heidi.

  “Having a good time?” she asked.

  “Having a swell time. What’re you doing here?”

  “What does it look like? I’m waiting for the party to begin. It should happen anytime from now. The boys ought to be coming out soon.”

  “What boys?”

  “I’m still mad at what you did to me,” she said.

  I thought she was joking. “You’re mad at me after I’ve seen you sucking Olu’s cock in the limo we rode it?”

  “Don’t take that personal. Anya and I don’t fuck white bois. Not since we hooked up with Master Shango.”

  “What? What did you just call him?”

  “He’s our Black Master,” she looked at me as if I was dumb. In a way I was.

  “What does that mean ‘he’s your Black Master’? What is he, some karate black-belt sex freak body-builder or something? And if you say you don’t fuck white guys, then what were we doing in bathroom then?”

  “I wanted to suck your cock,” she declared. “What did we think we were doing besides that. I’ll see you when the party’s over.”

  She got up and left me sitting there looking and feeling like the world’s biggest fool. I finished my drink.

  I noticed the white men were now leaving the room. I saw some kiss their wives before trooping out; the black men in the room remained as they were till it was just them and the white women and they were nearly all in equal number. Sometime later the lights in the room dimmed. The soft music that had earlier been playing died away and a drum roll sounded like something about to reveal itself on a stage. I got up from where I sat as several of the naked white men came and started pushing aside the furniture, leaving just the long line of chairs in the centre of the room. One of them set a podium stand in front of the long chairs. Myself and everybody else stood further away from the centre of the room. A black man in a priest’s cloth holding a Bible approached the podium. The lights became bright once again and I saw it was Olu Shango himself. A church hymn began to play - the familiar church tune announcing that a wedding about to take place. I was still craving for answers at whatever was about to happened when a double door at the other side of the room opened and a marriage procession strolled into the ballroom.