COCKTAILS & CHARM IN NAIROBI, WITH LOVE (Part II)

The city of Nairobi is one with an intoxicating mix of charm, revelry, sex, charisma, violence, beauty and those on the downlow.
This new series seeks to explore the characteristics of the city through a group of friends who explore what the capital has to offer, in an increasingly global, gay and close-knit community. I hope you enjoy it!




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In our previous Episode, Max is looking for a new job at Placcard Advertising, as he looks for greener pastures away from FundiCorp. His social life isn't waning either, as he meets Imani, the hunky roommate of one of his close friends, Lucy. The gang that includes Jeremy, Mercy and Mwendo decide they're going to a new joint that's opened up to the West of the city of Nairobi.

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Club Shilling is conveniently located next to one of the leading Radio Stations in the city. Don't be mistaken though; it's a dingy plain street lined with a lot of industrial warehouses in what's been an ignored part of Nairobi, but a crucial one to its existence. The glittering skyscrapers to the North and South of Kenya's capital often forget that they owe their grandeur to the fumes and mechanisms out of this area.

Tonight though, the object of desire for Max and his minions wasn't industry, but pleasure. Club Shilling was a new 'moderately stripper' joint frequented by middle class and often good looking crowds, a true page out of Chris Brown's single 'Beautiful People'. Freshly open and the talk of the town, we all know how Nairobian revelers have a love affair with new and shiny things, select nights were hosted by a well known socialite who was famed for her big hair, big butt, big boobs and bleached skin. Never mind the fact that Club Shilling ferried her to the venue in a limousine!

Neither Max nor Mwendo, Mercy or Jeremy owned a car because each were just starting out in their careers, and quite modestly successful in their crafts: Mwendo was into autos and dealerships, Mercy had a budding career in Music, though her main toast was teaching at a local girls high school, as Jeremy was a stock broker.

Max donned some fitting slim fit jeans with a branded cotton and leather semi-designed tee and a cape, equipped with fancy sneakers, as Mercy chose to go with some light jewelry, a sparkling spaghetti top and her short hair pulled back in a french bun, only serving to accentuate the warm but lightly applied tones of the makeup she'd put on. The only thing wrong wit her ensemble was that she wore flats, as she always did.

'Sweets, I love you, but you need to donate those condom shoes to the Salvation Army, stat,' Mwendo told her comically, as he sipped on his Dawa and gave her a sweet innocent smile.

'Shut up, Mwendo. You know I look good tonight as I always do... don't be hating instead of appreciating,' Mercy benignly retorted as she dusted off some imaginary particles from her fitting white pants.

'It's all working well, it's just the shoes,' Jeremy contributed, as Mercy looked towards Max for affirmation.

'Well, I'm here to enjoy the eye candy, and hopefully get lucky,' Max snarled, then giggled to himself, as he remembered what happened with Ndung'u just a few hours ago.

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Ndung'u was calling out Max's name with an increasing pitch that only heightened him more, as he plugged the young man over and over over the couch, until he felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head, as his member unbelievably became harder in preparation to shoot what felt like heavy sperm from the depths of his soul into the lovely warm moist hole that clasped so convincingly around him.

The guy's legs were now spread wide open for Max's access, as he also touched himself, crying out and about to orgasm on cue with what was inside of him, and then came a steady audible knock at the door, followed a few seconds later with fumbling of keys, as both their senses were thrown into confusion, of having to end the orgasm and freeze in order to comprehend.

Overdrive adrenaline took over, as Max scampered for his clothes which were scattered all around Ndungu's tiny apartment, and sped into the bathroom, condom still on cock, as his host stared on in amazement, still slowly coming to terms with what was happening.

Inside the bathroom, Max grabbed some tissue from on top of the toilet cistern, pulled of the condom, neatly wrapped it up in tissue and proceeded to quickly flush the evidence, as he then wore what he could, in the process of trying to control his panting and seeming like everything was normal. In five minutes, he opened up the door...

'...thanks a lot bro for the shopping, and tell mum that I'm grateful for the chapos.' Ndung'u told the younger boy, who's back was to him. 'Hey Max, meet my smaller brother, Tim.'

Max reached out his hand to shake the youngster's hand, but the look he received was like that of cupid, his arrow replaced with a nuclear missile intent on obliterating him - that look of 'I know you two have been fucking, and I know my brother is gay, I'm not, and I'm only okay with this in theory, not in practice' (add a mental note of spitting on face).

He decided to courteously smile and make a quick exit.

***

Mwendo asked Max, 'And what are you so happy with yourself about?'

*clears throat* 'Nothing, Mwendo. Just relax your pretty little head...' Max said, as he grabbed his glass and sipped the Tusker Malt he'd ordered for. 

As they carried on with their banter, the host of the evening, the socialite who rocked 6-inch Louboutins and wore both a skin-tight little black dress and an ass the size of Ethiopia, sauntered onto the spotless stage at the center of the Club to announce that the 'dancers' were coming on stage shortly.

Max took the cue to saunter swiftly to the restroom to relieve himself before the arty got started. He excused himself and walked towards to the flight of stairs that led to the access-way towards the toilets. His gait was measured but he half kept his head up and down, as he liked to avoid any wary gazes, because deep down he was a bit shy and liked to keep a low profile. A bottle of his favourite whiskey Tennessee Honey caught his eye at the bar upstairs, and as his gaze lingered, he ended up bumping into someone a bit roughly.

'Im sorrr.....' were the first things that came out of his mouth, before he noticed some rather familiar thick and juicy red lips, that made him slightly parched, and absent-mindedly lick his own lips.

'Hey... Max?' Imani, Lucy's deejaying housemate asked, 'yo it's good to see you man! It's been a minute since we first met'. Imani half hugged him, the bro hug and tap on the back, before he let go and smiled, licking his lips in turn.

'Imani... it's great to see you too! Great memory you have there'

'I never forget a face, man, especially one like yours,' he replied, a remark that shocked Max and made him blush at the same time. 'What are you doing here?' Max inquired, in order to divert attention away from what seemed to catch him flat-footed. That's when he got the chance to see more of Imani, and notice that he was wearing combat trunks and a tight fitting blue v-neck t-shirt that was branded Club Shilling.

'Oh, didn't I tell you? I perform there' Imani said, pointing in the direction of the stripper stage.

'Really?' Max asked, half smiling as his brain pulled an escape for a second, peering at the stripper poles and the dancers who were starting to get onto the stage now.

'Not there, silly! There!...' Imani said, pulling Max' jaw further into the direction of the DJ booth, which wasn't far from the stage.

'Why don't you take my number, and we'll catch up later after the performances?' Imani pointed out, adding, ' and this time I mean the strip show.'

Contact information was exchanged and they parted ways, Max forgetting where he was going to in the first place, heading back to his seat.

There were four poles at the center of a 3-metre wide stage at the center of the club. The floor looked like it received polishing every half-hour, and the dancers who came on stage were all female, in skimpy yet surprisingly classy attire that was only enhanced by the subtle and sometimes more concise moves that entranced the audience, as cat calls could be heard and the tipping had already began.

The four friends were all grinning as they started to enjoy the performances on stage, until Max's eyes locked with Imani's from behind the dancers, and he winked!

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