Kira’s social group is reclining once more in svelt comfort enjoying drinks, when conversation turns to one of Tarah’s recent conquests, Marc. Kira knows the name, and a lot more, apparently. Cape Town really is a small town… Sex In The Mother City is based on true happenings in the Mother City (names have been changed). Follow the link for Episode 8.

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ICE, ICE, BABY

Charles had decided to take Catherine to the south of France for a romantic holiday. After the wrestling match with David at the colonial mansion party, he had decided that perhaps David and Catherine were not sleeping together after all. However, he was still concerned that she was straying and he wanted to rekindle the passion in their relationship.

“Andrew is partially hysterical at the thought,” Catherine confided. Catherine and Celeste had joined Kira for sundowners at the Grand on the beach. “I know he believes that I will leave Charles eventually, but I am not so sure I will for him.”

Kira and Celeste nodded in understanding. Charles meant horses, a sports car, holidays in St Tropez. Andrew meant passion and well, passion. He spent his days composing songs, hanging out and drinking coffee whilst lamenting his lack of progress in the music industry. He was essentially an Emo, minus the black clothing and heavy eyeliner. Catherine could handle his artistic temperament: spontaneous sex, singing and boyish behaviour; but his emo lows were becoming trying.

“I have never considered myself beyond penniless romance, but I have got used to my life; and Charles. So now, Andrew is hysterical. Trying to get me to promise that I will not have sex with Charles on holiday, and that I will contact him every day while I am away.”

“Darling, you should never have touched him in the first place, but now that you have, it probably will get complicated. He is crazy about you.” Celeste tapped her manicured nails against her mojito glass. “He is not going to let you go easily.”

“And I am not sure that I want him to. He is like a drug. Sometimes I feel like I am addicted to him.”

“Oh, Cat, this is not going to be easy whatever happens. Speaking of drugs…” Kira had spotted Silvia weaving her way towards them, Tarah in tow.

“Look what I found in the parking lot! Ta-da!” Silvia merrily presented Tarah.

“Yes, ta-da.” Tarah, less than impressed with Silvia’s enthusiasm, kissed them in turn on both cheeks.

“Waiter, waiter, I’ll have a double vodka, lime and soda. Oh, rubber arm twisted, make that a triple! Like a G6, or a Z4, you little hussy, you. I thought you were going to sell it to me?” Silvia turned her attention onto Catherine. Catherine had been considering selling her car to get something less conspicuous.

“Sil, I was considering trading it in, unless you are…Tarah? Tarah?” Below the tablecloth Tarah was scrabbling around at Catherine’s feet.

“Lost my lipstick, around here somewhere.”

Tarah’s reply followed by, “Good evening, ladies, I have one order for a triple vodka, lime and soda; anything else for the table?” in a deep Italian accent.

“Are you alright down there?” Kira lifted the tablecloth to expose Tarah.

“Tarah?” The deep Italian accent again. “Is this you?”

“Yes, it is me, Guiseppe.” Tarah red-faced stood up.

“Ah, ciao. Bene, bene.”

“Guess who’s been a naughty girl!” Silvia was delighted.

“I’ll have another mojito, water and lemon for Tarah, Kira, another red wine? Yes, great! Thank you!” Celeste came to Tarah’s rescue. “Now, how are things with non-exclusive Julian, Kira?”

“Oh no, no, no. That waiter and you,” Silvia pointed at Tarah, “the story please!”

“I think I would also like to hear this.” Catherine leaned towards Tarah, “You know him?”

“It is not a story I am proud of. I had quite a few drinks at a Kink club party, he was very pushy, I went into the bathroom with him…And and and.”

“And and and what? Did you have sex with him? You? Sex? In a club bathroom?” Catherine’s insistence was abrasive.

“No, we just messed around. And then he wanted me to go home with him and he was very rude when I said that I was going home alone. Horribly rude in fact. So not great to see him here again.”

“Well, I am glad you did not break your abstinence, girl,” Celeste congratulated her. “Good on – ” Celeste saw Tarah flinch, “Hang on, you did actually sleep with him?”

The look on Tarah’s face gave her away.

“No, not him. This other man – boy really. An ICE model. So unbelievably beautiful, I just could not resist him. His body is faultless. Marc from the US of A.”

An ICE model, the One and Only fashion show, Marc from the US of A. Seemed that he got around with his perfect six-pack, chiseled face, and cheeky grin. Kira had first seen him on the ramp in a fashion show at the One and Only. Sexy smooth bodies scantily clad in summer outfits and swimsuits, parading consumable beauty. Desire had embellished the One and Only as toned thighs, stomachs and butts had strutted their stuff.

The afterparty was at Jade club in Green Point. Marc had held Kira’s gaze from across the bar. It had felt good to catch such a beautiful man’s attention, but Kira had thought nothing of it. Marc was surrounded by stunning female models. Most of them were clamoring for his attention. Kira joined her friends on the dancefloor. She loved freeing her body to the music.  Sans underwear – to avoid lines in the fitting dress fabric – enhanced the sexy feeling ignited by the smoldering models on the ramp.

On her way out of the club Marc caught her gaze again. Something in his look told Kira to leave the club slowly, pausing by the first entrance. He caught up with her there.

“Where are we going?”

“You tell me.”

He took her hand. They drove to a friend’s house. This friend was house-sitting a wonderful home in Fresnaye. Marc was staying with him. Three young men were drinking beer in the pool. A single lamp glowed next to a couple of cushioned couches; otherwise it was dark on the wooden slated terrace. Deep in the corner away from the splashing friends was a small jacuzzi. Marc kissed Kira deeply whilst removing her dress. He kissed with urgency and aggression, his hands roughly caressing her body. Despite the dim light she could appreciate the notable thickness of his erection. Guiding her into the water he seated her on his lap, and expertly sheathed without a moment’s pause, he pushed himself inside her. She gasped, gasped again as he went deeper, positioning his hands firmly around her neck and tightening them before he moved her from consciousness into climax.

Fine out what happened next, in the following installment of Sex In The Mother City – Out next week Wednesday..

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