Isiginali

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

Ndaba hung up his office phone. He swiveled his chair around from looking out the window. The nighttime festivities were already in full swing. Friday nights in Cape Town were a sight to behold. Downtown was flooded with people out to make memories and here he was stuck in the office working late. The campaign trail was a drag to be certain, but a necessary evil. A mayoral victory in three months would make all the blood, sweat and tears worth it.

The sound of shot-glasses clinking together could be heard as he looked up. His campaign strategist and future chief of staff, Julia de Villiers, was standing in the doorway. She was in her early thirties, blonde with green eyes. The daughter of Afrikaners no less. She was going to help him reform the republic, for the good of all South Africans and not just the wealthy.

“Was that your wife?”

“Does it matter?” He replied.

“Not to me.”

She approached the desk while holding one of the glasses out for him. He rose out of his chair and met her halfway, accepting the glass.

“What is it this time?”

Ndaba took in the aroma of the glass.

“Scotch. 1989. Special edition.”

She took a sip while never breaking eye contact. She pursed her lips and rolled her tongue across her teeth.

“That is exquisite. You must try it.” Julia went on.

“Do you really think I can win?”

She smiled. As confident as he was on the campaign trail and in city government, there was a huge gap in responsibility from being the chief councillor of human settlements versus becoming the mayor of Cape Town. He had every right to question whether or not he was up to the task. After all, he was barely in his mid-thirties. He was still a baby as far as politics was concerned.

“I don’t think Ndaba... I know. You’ve got the establishment running scared. Whether you believe it or not, it’s a fact. They see how you galvanize the people and that you can’t be bought.”

“And what about your husband?”

“What about him?”

“What does he think about you hitching your political wagon to a Kaffir?”

Her smile dissipated. He was challenging her.

“First of all, we don’t use awful words like that in my home. And second, my husband’s a pragmatist. Same as you. We both know that Mandela was just the first domino. And if everything goes according to plan, you will be one of the politicians leading the next generation. That, I am certain of.”

Ndaba smirked. Her unyielding belief in him was so genuine, that he couldn’t help but feel confident. There was no singular person whose company he preferred more than hers. Not even Saidah. Julia was educated, cunning and sophisticated. If they were in a different time and place, she might’ve been the woman he had asked to be his wife. Although she was his subordinate, she understood his ambitions. She saw the big picture. Not only for them individually, but for South Africa.

He chugged the scotch and set the empty glass down on his desk. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his body. She hid her voluptuousness well under her blouse, but it was undeniable once they were chest to chest.

“Ndaba, the curtains.” She said.

“I don’t care.”

He pressed his lips against hers. She resisted for roughly two seconds before giving in and reciprocating his affection. Their tongues were wrestling inside of her mouth. He wrapped his other arm around her body and groped her buttocks. Julia pulled her face back from his.

“Ndaba, at least let me close the door.”

“You sent Tati home, did you not?”

“Of course I did. But I’d feel a lot more comfortable with the door closed. And the curtains.”

Ndaba smiled. He released her from his grasp.

“Fine. Just as long as you’re comfortable.”

He sat against the edge of his desk. Julia finished off her glass and set it beside his. She walked to the door and pulled it shut. She turned back to see him still waiting for her.

“Well?” She said.

“Well what?”

“Aren’t you going to close the curtains?”

“I figured you’d want to do it.”

Julia blushed and shook her head. She walked back towards the window, avoiding him as she came around the desk. Ndaba lifted off the desk and met her from behind, pressing his groin against her buttocks.

“Ndaba, the curtains.”

“No one’s stopping you.”

She finished closing the curtains and grabbed his hands to stop him from groping her. This was a first. He relented as she turned around to face him.

“Now... it’s my turn. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

He put his hands up as if he were under arrest. She grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him in tighter. She licked his lips and began unbuckling his trousers. God damn was she something else. Once his belt was unbuckled, she slid her left hand inside of his underwear and cupped his c**k and ball shaft. Her hands were just the right amount of cool.

Oh, that’s nice.

“Do you like that?” She asked.

“I do.”

“Who’s going to be the next mayor of Cape Town?”

“I am.” He said.

“Whisper it in my ear.”

“I am.”

Julia pulled her face back and looked in his eyes.

“Now—would you like me to suck your c**k?”

Ndaba nodded his head.

“Whisper it in my ear.”

“Yes, please.”

“As you wish.”

She kicked off her heels before gradually getting down on both knees. She kept a firm grip on his growing member, using her thumb to pull up and down on his foreskin. This was going to be glorious. A welcome release after another long week.