We bring you this week’s installment of Sex In The Mother City! This week our protagonist, Kira, gets a visit from a suitor from Johannesburg, who looks like he’ll be playing a bigger part in Kira’s life on his return. Young and naive Tarah learns the hard way that Facebook is a blessing, and a curse…Sex In The Mother City is based on true happenings in the Mother City (names have been changed). Follow the link for Episode 9.

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Mining Facebook

It was the week of the International Mining Indaba in Cape Town. As the biggest mining event in Africa, foreign guests associated with the mining trade had arrived from all over the globe. For many it was their first time to Africa. Kira had found herself in possession of a key card to a hotel room at the Raddison. Her Johannesburg beau was attending the mining conference and had sent her a text:

Hi K. Checked in and have informed hotel that you will be coming as and when you pls. Yr key is under yr own name and for Rm 201. Pls feel free to use for the whole wk I am in CT. X x

A black diamond, Odirile, or Odi to his friends, was the son and grandson of two contentious characters in the sociopolitical tableau of South African history. Spending time with him was extremely enlightening for apartheid-era born, Kira.

Kira had first met Odi whilst partying at the Miller Mansion. Sexy summertime! Beautiful sunsets, people, and tunes: a smoldering vibe permeated the Mother City. At the Miller Mansion a week of parties had been planned. Kira had been invited to stay in the mansion by one of the parties’ DJs. She had dated him a few months previously, and they had finally reached the platonic stage. Well, almost. The odd disappearance to a nearby bathroom when they found themselves at the same event was not uncommon. The last time however, after a satisfying escape into the public toilets at the new Cape Quarter, they had undertaken abstinence to work on a friendship. They felt that they had more to offer each other, but the haphazard shagging and coexisting objectification hampered further mutual discovery.

The parties had been a mixture of Cape Town locals and those visiting the blessed Mother City from the Gauteng region. The mansion’s lawn was full of people enjoying the music, sunshine and free Miller beer. Kira decided that Gauteng men were preferable to Cape Town men. They were friendlier, more approachable. Odi told her that he had singled out her long floral dress and accompanying flip flops, a sharp contrast to the uniform short skirt and gladiator sandals.

In fact by the time Odi spoke to her, she didn’t even know where her flip flops were! Kira, not having to concern herself with driving home, allowed herself numerous Miller beers and danced on the lawn well past sunset. Table Bay glowed as the moonlight bounced off the surface of the great Atlantic. Bare footed dancing in the moonlight that is how Odi found her. He asked her out to lunch the next day and left Cape Town promising to persuade her to visit him in Gauteng. When she had expressed uncertainty about flying to Johannesburg to stay with him, he texted her:

Of course, dear. No problem. It just means that I will be the one to travel down then. I believe in holding onto those who add value. Odi.

Prior to possession of the key card, Kira had ended up at a penthouse party. A number of Australian conference attendees were renting the V&A Marina penthouse for the week. Kira had met two of them at a fortieth birthday party held for a recognized entrepreneur on his boat in the V&A Marina. The birthday boy had announced his engagement to his much younger girlfriend that same night. A few feared the girlfriend was making a mistake. Although fiercely loyal to his friends, his volatility was known. Kira had taken Tarah with her to the party.

After ordering a double Vodka and tonic from the boat’s bar Tarah decided to explore. Kira had already disappeared onto the deck in search of a dance floor.

“On my way past the boat gallery I spotted a very cute guy, Dan, in the kitchen so I invited myself for a snack!” Tarah related to Celeste over a Voila skinny latte. “I’m hungry, I said. Hi Hungry, nice to meet you, he replied.” “He seemed to be the only sober person on the boat. He was a chef in Johannesburg, loves cooking.”“And he had the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes! So I just flexed my flirt muscle a little. At the time I had no intentions, C, honestly. Food and kitchen chit-chat were just way more interesting than all the Africa and mining talk!”

Celeste thought that the Australians’ reconnaissance into Africa talk would have been fascinating, but nodded to Tarah, encouraging her story.

“So we were socializing on the deck, and everyone seemed so damn nice! Sometimes I think that single life is not that difficult. We are still single and in our thirties, but that night I had such a great time. Kira and I ended up at the Ozzies’ penthouse and what a party! Dan joined us. Kira was driving so I was matching Dan shooter for shooter…and eventually we had a little kiss and a cuddle on the terrace.” Tarah giggled winking at Celeste. “He was so complimentary and so warm and sociable – not like Greg at all!”

Greg was Tarah’s previous boyfriend, a bit of an odd creature with limited people skills.

“He took me out for lunch the next day to the Grand in Camps Bay and we spent the whole afternoon chatting and kissing. Eventually we had sundowners together. He was such a gentleman. No wedding ring, no mention of other partners, girlfriends, wives.” “When I asked him if he was seeing anyone, he said no-one seriously. I thought what a perfect guy.” “He did invite me back to his hotel room, but I declined. Next visit, I told him. Thank goodness!”

Tarah sighed. “Another latte please,” to the waitress. “He even texted me from the airport.”

Wonderful to have met you, beautiful Tarah. Will definitely keep in touch. Many kisses, Dan.

After Dan left for Johannesburg the following day, Tarah decided to request friend status on his facebook. Perusing his available photos, she noticed a familiar blonde frequently positioned alongside him. This blonde was one of her Johannesburg clients. She was married to a man called Dan.