This is the fourth installment of the weekly Sex In The Mother City series. When she’s not partying, she’s figuring out the best means of getting into the parties that matter. This week Kira teams up with her new-found wing-man (wing-lady?), Celeste, who is as much of a sexual magnet as Kira. With time running out, how exactly will Kira get herself and Celeste into that party? Sex In The Mother City is based on true happenings in the Mother City (names have been changed).Follow the link for episode 4.

International Intercourse

“So my friend, I hear that it is the International Entrepeneurs conference at the One and Only next week,and I think we should be attending!”, said Celeste to Kira on her cell.

“You need a wing girl?”

“I absolutely need a wing girl! The up-and-comers from all over the globe in the One and Only – should be good for some fun. You have to promise me that we are going to make an effort?”

Celeste and Kira had quite unusually bonded over Kira’s ex, Simon, whom both of them had been to bed with.

They had met one evening at a Fresnaye party. Celeste had been invited as the new female friend of one of the Italians. Before Celeste’s arrival, Tarah had been talking to Kira about having spotted Simon out with a woman on a date the previous night. She was an acquaintance of Tarah’s.

“In fact you should probably try to date her ex- boyfriend, he is quite a catch, wealthy and pretty gorgeous. I know him so I could probably intro… Oh, wow, that’s the girl Simon was with last night!” Celeste had just arrived at the party; slim and attractive with long dark hair.

“Hi.” Tarah waved.

Celeste came over and sat down next to Kira.

“Celeste, this is Kira. Kira, Celeste.” Kira shook Celeste’s hand firmly.

“So, Celeste, how was the rest of last night?”, Tarah enquired.

“Well, Simon is rather sexy and we did get on very well,” Celeste winked at Tarah.

“You are sitting next to Simon’s ex, you may not want to elaborate on the exact details right now.”

“Oh. Ok. Oh.” Celeste got up, glass of wine in hand, gave a curt “Nice meeting you” to Kira, and wandered off.

Later on that evening she got drunk and ended up on the couch astride the only guy that Kira had found attractive at the party, passionately kissing him for hours. This had pissed Kira off – weren’t her escapades with Simon the previous night enough for this chick? On the up side, Kira realised then that Celeste and Simon could not be a serious item.

A few weeks later at a model agency lunch party, once again in Fresnaye, Celeste had approached Kira.

“I am very angry with your friend for asking such a stupid question the night of that party! I hated meeting you like that. Can we start again?”

Kira nodded. “Hi, I am Kira.” A less firm handshake this time.

“And I am Celeste.”

Celeste had immediately confided in Kira about her long term ex- break-up difficulties and how she felt that women with independence and ambition, although attractive, were still considered intimidating. Kira found Celeste to be intelligent, beautiful and inspiring.

The One and Only hotel, located at the city’s waterfront, was described as “unprecendented luxury and style in one of the world’s most fascinating and vibrant cities”. Kira wondered how she was going to orchestrate an entrance to the One and Only International Entrepeneur’s Conference.

Then Antonia, Kira’s party-organizing friend, called.

“I have a Dutch client who is hosting a party tomorrow and I need some girls. Ocean View Drive, 10pm to 1am. Wear orange and white.”

Kira took her hairstylist friend, Lloyd. Gorgeous and humorous, but, as was the crime of Cape Town’s men against heterosexual women, gay. He owned his own salon on the Atlantic Seaboard. Her close girlfriends had been unavailable to attend because their busy social calendars couldn’t tolerate such short notice.

The party house on Ocean View Drive was full of foreign men, Moet, and bowls of white Lindt balls. White Lindt balls that, due to the heat, gushed into her mouth when she bit into them. Kira hadn’t dressed in white and orange. Orange was not really her colour so she had had nothing fitting in her wardrobe. On arrival Antonia had told her to apologise to the host for this party faux pas.

“I am sorry for bringing a man with me and for dressing all in black.” She kissed the host’s hand. “And thank you for having me.”

Martjin, her Dutch host, told Antonia that he had fallen in love, and if it had not been for his wife back in Holland, he would have taken Kira upstairs immediately to express this “love” in abundance. Meanwhile Kira had gone upstairs anyway to enjoy the view of Table Bay from the master bedroom balcony, and that is when she met Shane. He was seated on the bed in the master bedroom waiting for the en-suite bathroom to become available.

“Hi. I’m Shane. From Canada. And you are?”

“Kira. Are you on holiday here?”

“I am actually here for a conference. The International Entrepreneur’s conference. This is our end-of-conference party.”

“You all attended the conference at the One and Only?”

“And most of us are staying at the One and Only.”

The frosted glass door to the en-suite bathroom opened.

“Care to join me?”, Shane offered.

The large glass mirror only made kissing him sexier. With each item of her clothing slowly removed, Kira felt her desire grow.  Glimpses of their semi-naked bodies in the glass; it was like watching a personalised porno. His bare torso against her naked breasts. Their mutual lust reflected back at her.

His pants were still on, so were hers. He lifted the edge of her panties from her waist, she thought condom. Somebody was knocking on the frosted glass door. She had his erection in her hand.

“Queue forming out here.”

She had only known him for about 5 minutes. He was gorgeous. She wanted him. She saw the silver square first, heard the rip of plastic, before she let her panties slide down her thighs. Shane lifted her onto the basin, and Kira wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed himself inside her. She felt so deliciously naughty despite the moral conflict sounding in her head.

Afterwards they rushed to replace their discarded items of clothing. Kira purposely avoided meeting anyone’s eyes as they exited the bathroom. She spent the rest of the night dancing with various international delegates and eating white Lindt balls. Shane took her number; he had a free day in Cape Town the following day before heading back to Canada.

“Perhaps yourself and a girlfriend want to meet me for dinner?”

She texted Celeste immediately.

Entrepreneur’s conference infiltrated. Be available tomorrow. K. x