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Lusaka Hustle

WARNING: This section Is For mature readership
Anna Marie
Chapter Five

BRIAN

“Hello sweetie,” a high pitched, deep voice whispered loudly in his ear as he felt his ass being pinched slightly.
Brian smiled and turned towards the voice. Misheke, looking an amazing sight in a pair of tight red jeans which lifted his small butt higher, white vest with polka dots on it and matching white leather shoes stood in front of him clapping his hands excitedly.
The rave music was loud in the Basement club in Northmead which secretly catered for the gay men in Zambia. It was an extremely exclusive club frequented by rich white men who were looking to hook up with black gay Zambian men. The owner of the club, Chitundu, found the gay Zambian guys from most poor compounds and introduced them to the rich white men who lavished them with expensive gifts and money.
This was the place Brian had started from when he was just a poor guy from the flats in Kabwata. He wouldn’t have been as successful as he was if it wasn’t for Chitundu and his club.
“I heard you found yourself a rich, cultured guy you are more or less married to,” Misheke pouted his cherry glossed lips at him raising his thinly twizzed eyebrows flirtatiously.
The gay gossip network in Lusaka was as usual alive and kicking and extremely accurate. If only the straight people’s gossip network was just as effective, then most people would not be dating or be married to closeted gays and lesbians.
Brian laughed loudly, kissing him on the mouth.
“You know I can never ever replace you baby, that’s why am here.”
This was the truth. Frankly, he couldn’t stand Wezi anymore. He couldn’t stand how high class and prudish he acted, even when they slept together. It was o.k for Brian to suck him off and fuck his ass but he couldn’t even consent to give him a lousy blow job because he seemed completely grossed out to do it to him. He couldn’t do certain sexual things because he thought only ‘dirty’ people did them and Brian was so tired of him! He needed a real black Zambian guy from the compis who knew how to do it rough and hard.
“Do you want to come with me tonight?” Misheke giggled, running his hands all over Brian’s big muscles and chest.
“Of cour-,” he stopped mid-sentence when he saw a very gorgeous, tall, slender black guy with cat-like sensual eyes standing at the bar checking him out.
Misheke’s smile vanished when he saw who Brian was looking at.
“Oh, no she won’t!” Misheke screamed, running towards the bar.
Brian was galvanized into action when he saw Misheke pounce on the gorgeous guy like a crazed monkey, slapping and kicking him.
“I’ll kill you, you bitch! He is mine, mine, mine!” he screeched as Brian lifted him off effortlessly and carried him outside.
The cool air did the trick in calming him down.
“Hey! I thought you stopped acting like an outrageous diva by now,” Brian smiled at him, kissing his cheek.
“Am not trying to be a diva, am just protecting what’s mine from the filthy vultures Chitundu has started bringing into the club now,” he minced, batting his long fake eyelashes, “honestly, he’s letting in all the riff-ruff now!”
Brian laughed, putting his arm around Misheke’s shoulder and steering him to his Mercedes Benz. He would find out who that tasty guy was from Chitundu later.
In the door way lit with kaleidoscopic colors from the club’s strobe lights, Clyde watched Brian and that jealous hussy Misheke leave together. He had come so far to get together with that rich dish Brian. He was his ticket to a lucrative modeling career and subsequent good life. He would get him by all means necessary, he thought narrowing his slitty eyes craftily.
In the packed car park seated in a black corolla, Keith Mwenya took pictures after pictures like a deranged Paparazzi of his homo boss and his weird man friend who wanted to look like a woman. Why a man would want to sleep with another man who was trying hard to act and behave like a woman was beyond him. Why not just date a real woman?
Oh well, he was on his way to millions with the pictures he had taken so who cared?

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14 Responses to Lusaka Hustle

  1. Sh!t! Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 10:08 am

    Please remove th!s sh!t

  2. xxxxx Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 10:57 am

    You want to see our reaction tumfweko…you are pigs for posting such..yeah its happening in our country but let it be among them pigs or you cn open a new page for pigs only

  3. Candy Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 11:28 am

    Whats this rubbish???

    • She - Knows Reply

      July 15, 2013 at 11:43 am

      Rubbish!Rubbish!Rubbish!Rubbish! total rubbish indeed, where are these idiots from,yuck disgusting!

  4. Mishe Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 11:49 am

    Ata ifyabupubafye.. Even failed to read to end…

  5. kwasha mukwenu Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 12:31 pm

    Rubbish ba tumfweko! Absolutely nonsense!

  6. HH Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 12:37 pm

    What is this trash?you need to be reported to the police so that you go behind bars.

  7. grandfather Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 12:47 pm

    Please stop rubbish, we not interested in stories.The article is wicked and boring.

  8. fiction Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 1:15 pm

    Its called fiction please! this is not real there is no need to beat yourselves up bloggers!! it clearly even has a warning message and clearly says story or fiction!! Just like James Hardly Chase novels but with a Lusaka setup!! loosen up!!

  9. bigbodybuilder Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 1:40 pm

    Excellent tumfweko. Truly excellent. Keep it up. Brian is adorable. We need more of such.

  10. Nawa. M Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 2:57 pm

    What a shame to read about this shit of ****** rubbish.

  11. Radical Honesty Reply

    July 15, 2013 at 8:21 pm

    Mmmmmm…

  12. osward mwaisumo Reply

    July 17, 2013 at 8:33 am

    nosense

  13. atishani Reply

    August 20, 2013 at 4:25 pm

    me lovit!

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