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Lusaka Hustle
WARNING: THIS SECTION IS FOR MATURE READERSHIP
BY ANNA MARIE
Chapter Nine
NAOMI
As usual, Northmead Shopping Centre was packed to capacity! The place was a hive of Friday party goers and locating a parking spot was as hard as finding a virgin amongst the throng of women scattered around. Finding a small space opposite the market, she parked her car and jumped out, arming it.
Alpha bar was a mixture of scantily clad women, high heels, drunken guys and underage girls. It was so disgusting she thought, trying hard not to bump or touch anybody in case she got a case of herpes from these walking AIDS dispensers!
She checked everywhere and she couldn’t see her sister or Mable.
Bunching her hands into tight fists, she turned around with the intention of getting out of that hell hole and letting her sister and friend sort themselves out when she bumped into a solid chest.
“Whoa! You o.k honey?”
Naomi raised her eyes to see the finest looking guy she had ever seen! He was amazingly tall, solidly built wearing dark jeans and a red Linkin’ Park t-shirt which showed off his great abs. He had green eyes and curly blond hair. Naomi knew right then that she had fallen in love.
“Do you understand me?” he slowly mouthed, like she was deaf or didn’t understand simple English!
“Of course I do,” she responded with a smile and an American accent she had picked up from watching E! channel dedicatedly.
His smile rapidly disappeared and he took a quick step backwards.
“What’s wrong? Are you o.k?” she asked desperately. What had she done? What had she said?
“Sorry, I was looking for a girl I could party with,” he mumbled turning his back on her.
Oh no he didn’t! This was the first and only time a white guy had spoken to her in a flirty way and there was no way in HELL she was going to let him get away from her.
“Wait! I can party! I can party really, really well!” she pulled at his hand, stopping him before he completely exited the entrance door.
“You? Party?” he asked skeptically.
“Yes I can party,” she said defensively, crossing her arms across her chest and standing erect.
He took a step back, checking out the suede black stiletto shoes, tailored black trousers and starched yellow shirt emblazoned with MTN on the breast pocket, quirking his left eyebrow.
“O.k, umm, how much for two hours?” he asked.
Naomi was appalled! Did he really think she was a whore? Who did he think he was, asking her that question!
The guy seemed to read her thoughts and chuckling, he tapped her shoulder and walked away checking out a group of three girls who looked like they could ‘party’ – for a fee of course.
Without thinking, Naomi ran to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him to a stop.
“Alright, one thousand kwacha for two hours,” she panted, feeling like she was in the twilight zone.
Looking amused, he reached for her left boob and squeezed it hard making her gasp in alarm.
“Not bad, but for one thousand kwacha, you do it with some accessories I have,” he said briskly, reaching behind her and squeezing her butt.
Naomi had never, ever felt so embarrassed before in her life! She could see the group of three girls whisper amongst themselves while two black guys called out hule! as they staggered towards the dark car park.
Feeling exposed, she grabbed his hand, smiled at him and steered him to where she had parked her car.
Passing an older looking woman wearing a lot of garish makeup, a long white crochet dress which exposed her saggy breasts and black bushy pussy, she drunkenly surged towards them slurring, “Fifty kwacha for short time ba Brucie.”
Revolted, Naomi pushed the disgusting woman away while a bunch of Taxi drivers hooted and laughed at them shouting, “Brucie, Brucie, Brucieeee!”
The guy laughed, waving at the drivers and chanting along with them.
Reaching her car, they both got in and she asked him where he stayed, mentioning Intercontinental Hotel.
“My name is Naomi and you are?” she asked smiling, feeling great that she had him all to herself, pushing the situation at Alpha in the farthest recesses of her mind.
“They call me Bruce and I’ll call you cunt tonight,” he grinned.
Naomi felt physically sick. The name he called her was so vulgar she felt tears sting her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she decided to forge on. Nothing great came easy otherwise the world would have no poor people, she thought psyching herself. He would learn to love her and she would make damn sure of it even if it killed her.
Posted by Kunda
on July 19, 2013. Filed under Stories/Fiction.
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Discerner
July 19, 2013 at 2:51 pm
This is nice fiction tho i know deep down that am not learning a thing at all.
Wezzy
July 19, 2013 at 3:08 pm
Eh now there’s Brucie…kukonda ba zungu now you are being called cunt all coz your stupidity! Nice fiction Anna Marie
Intellectual
July 19, 2013 at 3:16 pm
Come on you guys,you are keeping the stories too short,now I have to wait another day for another short story,why not put 2 different stories together,am still wondering what happened to bashi richard n those 6 HON girls acting porn give a bro more meat here ur killing me lol loving the story
love
July 19, 2013 at 4:15 pm
good story
Darlington Natala
July 19, 2013 at 4:22 pm
hahahaha yaba!ka naomi’s desperation love in the club sweet nothins!T.I.A she will use portions..
Blessed
July 19, 2013 at 4:36 pm
Lusaka Hustle is all about what hanshi?
Blessed
July 19, 2013 at 4:37 pm
Lusaka Hustle is all about what kanshi?
Tabita blusi
July 19, 2013 at 7:05 pm
Gwangwangwa yaba u r keepn me glued monga nitamba ka soapie
bigbuttman
July 19, 2013 at 9:35 pm
Butt squeezing Brucie. Wow! What next after the homosexual Brian with big muscles left the club with his boyfriend. Loving the drama
bigbuttman
July 19, 2013 at 9:42 pm
Butt squeezing Brucie. Wow! What next after the homosexual Brian with big muscles left the club with his boyfriend. Loving the drama. More hustling.
Truth
July 19, 2013 at 10:49 pm
Lusaka Hustle has some truth in it. ive seen how these white guys treat black girls as compared to white girls. at time the black girls allow themselves to be cheapened.
mwaaa!
July 19, 2013 at 11:31 pm
How can anyone wake up next morning & look themselves in the face after this hustle?
Just today, I drove by northmead & the girls wore the shortest top dresses I hv ever seen. Somw girl I cud c her dark moon shadows @ the bottom of her bums.
Zambian young women stop this disgraceful behaviour
sodje
July 20, 2013 at 5:45 pm
I can’t understand this, these ladies are sick in there minds? who is a white guy?the should ask us who have traveled, the are just human beings like every body, and the are also poor! women stop behaving like dogs.
Shi bukombe
August 17, 2013 at 7:35 pm
Ba tumfweko whats happening with the fiction story? Has it ended or what?
atishani
August 21, 2013 at 11:43 am
am loving my office, got something to read atleast