This is the third installment of the weekly Sex In The Mother City series. After enjoying the attention of Julian in Episode 2, our antagonist Kira discovers the attention that comes her way at three parties across the mother city. Where does she fit in this scene, and why is she so in demand? Sex In The Mother City is based on true happenings in the Mother City (names have been changed).Follow the link for episode 3.

Lingerie and Naked Sushi

Kira had developed a penchant for getting naked; or semi-naked at least. She liked the way it felt to wander around in high heels and lace. Particularly in lacy French knickers, accentuating the cheeky curves of her bum. In high heels her pelvis tilted slightly forward in much the same way that she would toward a lover if she was feeling aroused.

This proclivity for stripping down to her underwear seemed to have started the evening she met an American man at the 2oceansvibe radio launch party. She had arrived late from another function, hoping to meet the 2oceansvibe team and hear Jack Parow perform. Not knowing many people there she hadn’t stayed for long. Dean had stopped her on her way out and asked her for her contact details. At the time she had thought nothing of it. She was still hot for Julian and wanted him inside of her as much as possible. However, theirs was not an exclusive relationship and so she remained open to other opportunities.

When Dean suggested coffee, Kira invited him to join her at the Cosmo lingerie show. The show was held at the Upper East Side hotel, and showcased the most gorgeous women in very sexy underwear. Kira had dressed with the theme and worn a see-through chiffon top with a black balcony bra underneath.

Although not initially attracted to Dean, Kira loved his sense of humour, worldly knowledge, and warm charm. His energy drew her in; she loved being in his presence. Dean had only been in Cape Town for two months, but he had already developed a strong affinity for the Mother City.

The next time they met, they enjoyed Naked Sushi and comedy acts with a group of friends at the Bamboo Bar. Kira knew the naked sushi ladies from a Nettleton Road party. They were professional dancers and they had been employed to attend the party.

Nettleton Cocktales

There were usually only about twenty people at these smaller select parties. The same core group of men, including of course the billionaire who owned the uber-party pad, and various women. The other women were usually a lot younger than Kira, smoking hot in barely-there dresses.  Kira didn’t often see the same woman twice at the intimate dinners and parties. Her theory was that once they had served their purpose as playthings, they were replaced by the next smoking hottie to be conquered.

Kira was still trying to work out how she fitted into all of this. As a relative granny she wasn’t on a physical par with any of these beautiful young women. But Kira was aware that as her mojo had gone into overdrive she was smoke-signaling sex.

That evening after some of the younger women appeared to have been sent home with drivers; another group of women arrived. These women were different: quick to strip down to their underwear, their their bodies sexy with the music on the terrace. In the jacuzzi topless deep kissing happened without request: girls, guys, anyone.

Kira had chosen to keep her clothes on despite encouragement to undress. Softened by cocktails she swayed appreciatively to the music, gyrating with the dancers when they pressed their hips seductively against hers.

“K, you are a very sexy woman,” a voice from behind in her ear. Karl, the billionaire host, took her hand to dance. Karl rarely paid her any attention.

“Let’s undo just one top button,” his hands moved to the buttons on the front of her dress. “Just one button and then another.”

“I don’t think so, Karl. Behave.”

“Com’mon, K, just one button.”

She was flattered by the attention, but slapped his hand away.

“No, Karl, my dress stays on.”

“Then come with me, I have something to show you.”

His hand in hers leading her, a door opened, shut. Her back hard up against a wall, Karl’s tongue in her mouth. Her dress pushed above her waist, his hands everywhere. Kira could feel her body responding to his urgent touch. She knew that it would be so easy to let him take her. She also knew that “conquered” she would just become a number. She pushed him off her, pulling her dress down. He pushed back, his erection stiff against her stomach.

“I am so hot for you. And I can feel you.” His fingers inside her, her body telling him all he wanted to know.

“No, Karl. ” She pushed him off her again and walked towards the door. This was a man used to getting what he wanted. She needed to be firm.

Back outside on the terrace Karl, seated on a couch, snapped his fingers for his staff.

“Come and lie next to me on the couch.” A blanket arrived with one of his staff members and a packet of condoms on a tray. He patted the couch next to him.

“I just want to talk to you.” The condoms told a different story.

Kira sat down next to him. The blanket went over their legs.

“I am sorry if I was rough with you in there. I just wanted you so badly.” Kira nodded, her back did feel slightly bruised.

“Didn’t you just have sex with that young model you sent home a few hours ago?”

“Yes, but that was about five hours ago. I can go again with you.”

“Would she not be upset?”

“No, she understands, and she likes having many orgasms, so she comes to me.”

Karl undid his trouser buttons and his erection popped out. He took Kira’s hand. Seated next to them on the couch one of the dancers averted her eyes. Kira let her hand touch his erection. She could feel him throbbing, but Kira had no intention of bringing him to climax.

However, it was only when one of the dancers lay down on the low table in front of them, and with the help of her friend made – as a gift for Karl – a wax mould of her naked vagina, did Kira decide that she had stayed long enough and that it was time to leave.

Lingerie and Naked Sushi II

Kira wondered if she was going to get enough to eat. There were long queues for the naked dancers and their breast plates of California rolls and sashimi.

“Another cocktail?” Dean on her left.

“I would like to take you out sometime. You’re fun.” Dean’s overbearing friend, Paul, on her right. He was now bordering on harassment. He was simply not interesting and he made Kira’s skin crawl.

“Maybe we should get a table over there?” Kira grabbed Dean’s hand – quick escape, Paul left behind.

It was just the two of them at a table alone in the corner when Dean first said the word “naughty”.

Kira could not remember how the word had come into their dialogue, but when he said it, the way he said it, his accent, it made her want to crawl across the table and beg him to take her clothes off.

So later, when he did request that she remove her dress for him outside his apartment just off High Level Road, she obliged. Climbing out of her mini cooper she stripped down to her white lace lingerie, and in her high heels she did a little twirl in the street before kissing him good-bye and good night.