Lusaka Hustle

WARNING: This section is for mature readership

 Chapter Eight

RACHEL

“Finally!” Rachel squealed with excitement as the red and black bandana used to blindfold her was removed from her eager eyes.

A huge, elaborate upstairs house loomed larger than life in front of her, the front patio flanked by two dazzling white Italian pillars. Whoever owned this house was swimming in money!

“Monga niba Kamunyama benze bati tenga,” Shiba grumbled irritably, swatting away the hand held out in front of her by the man who had driven the Black Microbus to this bondi.

Sarah, Pamela and Barbara stared in amazed wonder at the huge mansion which had various water fountains scattered around a green manicured lawn.

Shiba, Mwangala and Rachel had told them that the woman they would be working for had money, but they didn’t think it was in such a big league!

“Right! You lot get straight into the house sharpish,” a short, fat, balding white man wearing nothing but a red Speedo rushed out of the front door followed leisurely by Diana in a one piece black swimsuit  with a see-through white Kimono, “and take off your gear in the first room on your right.”

“Hello my dears,” Diana air-kissed Rachel and Mwangala on both their cheeks, ignoring Shiba and shaking hands with Sarah, Pamela and Barbara.

“Am sorry that we had to blind fold you for the trip here, but it was just a teeny security measure to guarantee both you and us anonymity in case the police should question any one of us,” she grinned at them reassuringly.

“Enough chit chat and more undressing! We are wasting precious daylight,” Franz shouted, grabbing Pamela and Shiba’s hands in both of his, propelling them unceremoniously towards the front door, “you will do nicely in the White Master, Black Servant Girls script.”

“Allo! Don’t push me like I don’t know how to walk iwe ka mudala!” Shiba pulled out her hand with annoyance.

Diana’s face clouded for a second, then brightened as she apologized to Shiba and guided them all into the house.

They were taken into a large peach colored room where six naked white men were chatting while sipping various colored drinks while listening to some soft rock music. Rachel felt like she was in heaven! Smiling widely at a muscled, tattooed guy with a sizeable item she thanked the maids wearing checked blue and white uniforms serving different types of drinks on sparkling silver and gold trays.

“Here Shiba, this cocktail is called sex on the beach and is very delicious,” Said Diana holding out a tall, iced glass of a pink drink with a lemon wedge to her in her right hand, while the left held a short glass with an orange drink in it.

Shiba wasn’t a fool.

“Give me the orange one,” she said shrewdly, enjoying the look of discomfort on the hule’s face, as she reached for it, “what is this one called?”

“It’s called a dirty screw driver,” she muttered with clenched teeth.

Shiba wanted to laugh out loud. So ba Diana thought she could play her like a virgin ka? Ti na chokela patali, she smiled brightly gulping the drink with enjoyment.

“Excuse me,” Diana mumbled, heading for the door.

“Where the heck are you going Di?” Franz asked the speeding figure, as he balanced a huge khaki box in front of him. Diana continued running past him without uttering a word. Shrugging his shoulders, Franz dropped the box a beautiful Tiffany glass table.

“All right, all you black bitches strip for me and come and get a costume from here.”

Posted by Kunda on July 18, 2013. Filed under Stories/Fiction. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can leave a response or trackback to this entry