Lusaka Hustle

ANNA MARIE

Chapter Three

DIANA

“You have got to be bloody kiddin’ me Di!” Franz Schwarz shouted, spit flying out his mouth while pointing at the six naked women paraded in his sitting room.

“You didn’t give me enough time to organize the kind of girls you are looking for!” Diana shouted back at the short, fat white man who was responsible for her lavish life-style.

Franz spun away from her and grabbed the nearest woman, shoving her in Diana’s face.

“This,” Franz slapped the lady’s butt, “is an old, used up piece of ass and once we put it in front of the cameras, no one, I repeat, no one will buy the DVDs and we all know what will happen when no one is buying the DVDs, don’t we Di?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Diana mumbled, looking out the patio doors which led out to a Jacuzzi and swimming pool, wishing she had gone to London with her friend Sheila to do some shopping.

“No Di, not whatever,” he imitated her with a high pitched voice, “no sales means no more fancy food at pricey restaurants and certainly no more trips to France, the U.S and, let’s not forget the U.K for shopping sprees!” he yelled, his face as red as her Range Rover parked outside Franz’s New Kasama farm house.

Diana’s heart skipped a beat. She needed the money Franz paid her for the girls they used in the porn movies they shot. She had bought a big farm in Lusaka West and built a wonderful upstairs house for her parents and four sisters. She was now in the process of buying a fabulous beach house in Cape Town and needed a large injection of money. Nothing was going to stand in her way. Nothing!

Looking at the women she had brought, she had to admit that they were a bit on the worn out and used up side. She needed new talent. Fast.

“O.k Franz, let’s not jump the gun and give up just yet,” she soothed him, rubbing his arm affectionately, “when are the guys and crew supposed to be coming for filming?”

“In three bloody days Di,” he said agitatedly, running his fingers through his thinning hair.

At least he wasn’t shouting, she thought trying to formulate a plan on acquiring six young, unused girls below the age of twenty-one.

Franz was staring at her, his tired blood shot blue eyes begging her for a solution. He had already been paid a large sum of money by a German studio who distributed and sold millions of copies of the pornographic DVDs they made. There was an extremely high demand for young, innocent looking Zambian girls at the moment and the fresher the girls they got, the more they got paid.

“Let me see what I can do in twenty-four hours,” she said calculatingly, grabbing her beige Louis Vuitton handbag and heading for the staircase.

“Don’t just bloody see; get me the damn bitches already. And get this lot out of my house!” Franz shouted out to her as she descended the stairs to the front door.

Diana raised her middle finger at him and entered her car. Already she had formed a plan so simple, she laughed loudly as she waved at the two guards at the gate.

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