DEEP AFRICAN HELL Pt 2
The couple descended the stairway into the hotel lobby. Craig began to look for the arrows conducting to the bar. Holding Sheila's hand, he guided her down a first corridor then a second. As the couple turned left they were confronted with a large door, locked and bolted. Above it there was a sign, it read: 'BAR'. A surprised Craig quickly turned to Sheila, 'Shit. I don't think it's open.' A veil of disappointment immediately covered Sheila's face, 'Oh no, I was really looking forward to that drink. What time did they close?' 'I couldn't say.?
As the baffled couple scouted for an opening-times notice, the bartender made his way out from a side-room with some keys, a mop and a bucket. Craig recognized him immediately. 'Oh, excuse me sir, could you tell us what time the bar closed?' Face to face with Craig, the bartender's expression was once again covered with anger. The black man's look nonetheless, slowly and surprisingly, changed from a state of frustration to one of excited delight within a matter of seconds. Before him, the rare and arousing sight of a white woman. Immediately, his eyes stretched wide.
The devious bartender quickly began to eye Sheila's body. Her white flesh in strict contrast with his black skin. His eyes eagerly studied her clothes. She was wearing a light blouse, delicately covering her fleshy breasts with a stringy silver necklace leading down to her ample bust. The bartender scouted her smooth, carefully shaved legs beneath a flimsy knee-length skirt, leading down to a pair of beautifully shaped calves. He looked at her tender feet, barely covered by a pair of leather slip-on sandles. His tone of voice appeared different from earlier. He was much more polite and helpful. In a very courteous manner, he addressed the couple, 'Very sorry, but the bar close one hour ago.?
Craig turned to Sheila not knowing what to do. The bartender, unseen by the two, resumed his ogling. For some reason his eyes were led towards the large mounds protruding from beneath Sheila's blouse. Moving slightly to the side, it became evident to the bartender that the white woman had a pair of significantly large breasts. Although baggy, Sheila's blouse was tucked in to her skirt; it revealed the basic forms of her heavy bosoms. In truth, the white woman's breasts had developed at a young age. They had continued to swell with time, especially after a number of years lactating her two daughters.
Eying up the white woman, the bartender's eyes sharpened, his lips tightened and a nasty smirk revealed itself. His eye movements were almost erratic, as if busy excogitating something. Discomfited, Sheila held her partner's hand, 'That's a shame.' The bartender rapidly intervened, 'Is O.K, you no worry. There is bar a few street down.' he said as he pointed outside. A doubtful Craig checked his watch. It read 22.35 hrs. He looked at Sheila. She appeared hopeful again. 'What do you think?' asked Craig. Sheila appeared relatively content, 'Well.. if it's not that far. I suppose we could give it a try.?
As she approved the idea, the bartender began to smile. His eyes lit up as he seemed to picture the idea. He resumed his staring. He looked at the smooth white skin of her arms, the tenderness of her neck and then, again.. down to her large bosoms.
'What's this bar called?' asked Craig. 'The 'Nwufoa Niger'. Nice place, they sell all drinks.' replied the dodgy bartender. 'And you're sure it's only a few streets down?' 'Yes, not far.' At this point, Sheila grabbed Craig's arm, 'Oh come on Craig. We don't want this bar to close too.' Still skeptical, Craig reluctantly agreed. The bartender's grin extended. He began to give the couple further indications, 'You go out hotel. Walk until end of road, then turn right. After few minutes you come to smaller road and turn left. You see sign for 'Nwufoa Niger'. Is very easy. No problem.' 'Thank you, you've been very helpful.' replied Sheila.
As the couple moved towards the exit, the bartender watched them leave. As they headed out into the African night, his focus was centered on the white woman's buttocks as they swayed smoothly and bounced firmly in the sweltering heat. His eyes sharpening, the bartender's grin turned into a lethal smile. His right hand moved down to his pants and began to stroke his hardened penis whilst his brownish teeth revealed themselves fully from beneath his puffy, cracked lips. Arm in arm, Sheila and Craig strolled down the main street. The area appeared to be well lit and, in comparison to daytime, very quiet. Craig's initial concerns of leaving the hotel seemed to fade as the couple proceeded down the road. Not a single car had passed by, and the presence of the street lights had made him more comfortable. As the couple reached the end of the street, they saw a smaller turn to the right. There were large buildings on each side of the new street and their presence forbid the same degree of lighting as the previous road. Much tighter than the first, the new street brought all new doubts into Craig's mind. He remained calm nonetheless and continued as if indifferent.
As the couple proceeded for quite a distance down the road, it appeared they were entering a different kind of area, more industrial and slightly less welcoming. As the area became darker and darker, Craig's concerns resurfaced. The couple continued ahead. They encountered mounds of rubbish, randomly appearing here and there, piercing out from the darkness in front of them. Plain areas of overgrown grass, surrounded by rusty wired fences, were sandwiched between old buildings. A new moon made visibility even more tricky.
The pair came across a small alleyway, to their left. It was dimly lit and seemed to wind into a narrow bend. They could barely make out the blurry letters of a scratched metallic sign, placed on a wall above an old coca-cola logo and next to a lamp post. It read: 'NWUFOA NIGER'. Tired, Craig turned to Sheila, 'This must be it. At last! The guy said it wasn't far. I'm almost out of breath.' Sheila squeezed his arm, 'Well, at least we found it. You can have a nice sit down now.' The pair slowly started to head down the dark alleyway.
A few yards away from the entrance to the bar, Craig's heart unexpectedly began to drum. He saw rusty pipes to the side of the building, old barrels and empty bottles. In the bar's proximity, there was an old streetlight flickering. It disclosed a small portion of another street to the left, unnoticed by the couple. There were a number of big old cars parked casually. Many of the vehicles had no windows, some were without bumpers whilst others had tacky, stained interiors, scruffy leather seats with large holes revealing bits of foamed sponge. As Craig got closer to the entrance his nostrils were filled with a dire smell. A nasty mixture of stale beer, urine and what he most definitely recognized as cannabis. His mind commanded him to leave.
As his doubts increased, he stopped in his pace. He turned around to check his surroundings once more. He soon noticed the nearby alleyway where the old cars were parked. He spotted fading graffiti on a wall with some scrappy scooters left beneath a rusty stairway. Fearing for their safety, he finally decided they should leave. As he turned back to Sheila, however, he was astounded - she was no longer by his side.
Craig looked ahead, concerned. The bar's main door was wide open. He could see broken tiles on the floor, leading down a tight corridor, badly lit by a couple of small wall-lamps. To his surprise, Sheila was already half way down the dark corridor, waiting for him to join her. He looked at her in astonishment. She stared back with an innocent smile, 'Come on lazy, don't give up now.' she said, 'A few more steps and you can sit down.' In a state of drained numbness, Craig moved towards Sheila. Without even thinking about it, he found himself alongside her, halfway down the dark corridor, walking towards a second, larger door. As the couple opened the second door they were confronted with a very dark and smoky atmosphere. There was a second corridor, long and narrow, defined by two sidewalls which eventually led up to the main bar area at the corridor's end, forming a capital 'T'. The corridor partitions only allowed to see that which was directly in front: the bar counter.
As the pair moved towards the bar, they noticed a tall black man, rather scruffy, with a sweaty forehead and un-kept beard, behind the counter, wiping its surface. Lifting his head slightly, his action came to an abrupt halt. Shocked, his attention was hooked ferociously on the white woman daring to enter the local. Incredulous, his vehement look scanned her entire body. Up and down, very slowly, his eyes viciuosly studyied her white flesh, her arms, her legs. He noticed the smooth swaying of Sheila's chest, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step taken.
As the couple got closer to the counter, the corridor partition slowly came to an end. A few more steps and the pair were in the main bar area. His heart pounding, Craig tried to focus on his surroundings. Amongst the smoke and darkness of the local, he could hear many voices in the background. As the couple reached the counter, the droning rumors from behind suddenly came to a halt. Facing the counter, Craig looked at the barman. Almost patronizing, the barman grinned down at Craig and started to shake his head in disapproval. He took another good look at the white woman and then, smiling, he eye-balled Craig as if he were staring at a fool. Mesmerized, Craig followed the black man's glance, his heart beating, his blood freezing.
The barman looked at Craig before looking beyond, over the white man's shoulders. His grin suddenly turned to laughter. Following the barman's glance, Craig slowly turned around. His heart stopping, he started to feel his knees tremble. Amidst the semi-darkness of the local, Craig could see two smoke-filled drinking areas to each side of the long corridor. He suddenly heard a terrifying roar from all around. As he adjusted his focus, he felt his heart in his throat. Before him a frightening scenario. The local was filled to the brim with dozens of large black men. From left to right, Craig could see nothing but tall, bulky negros all drinking and laughing. Their intimidating aura told him everything. The big blacks seemed rough. They looked dirty and un-kept, definitely belonging to the poorer areas of the city. All around there were beer bottles and rolled up cigarettes, unemptied ash-trays and broken chairs. The majority of them were wide-shouldered and lanky. He could see sweat-soaked vests and tacky thong-sandals. Large tattoos and thick collar chains.
The steamy body smell from the drinking area soon reached Craig. A revolting mix of sweaty arm-pits along with a nasty wave of cannabis smoke and other substances unknown to the white man. Many of the blacks were bare-chested, revealing hard muscles and strong upper-bodies. Craig quickly turned back to the barman. Shaking to his core, he remained speechless. He looked down, petrified. Suddenly, he remembered about his companion. He immediately turned to his right.
Sheila was standing immobile, already afraid to move. She was closely surrounded by four large blacks, the men towering above her. Her delicate white flesh in strict contrast with the rough dark skin of the negros. She glanced nervously at Craig before lowering her head once again. Her shaking body was now the center of attention of the entire local.
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The couple descended the stairway into the hotel lobby. Craig began to look for the arrows conducting to the bar. Holding Sheila's hand, he guided her down a first corridor then a second. As the couple turned left they were confronted with a large door, locked and bolted. Above it there was a sign, it read: 'BAR'. A surprised Craig quickly turned to Sheila, 'Shit. I don't think it's open.' A veil of disappointment immediately covered Sheila's face, 'Oh no, I was really looking forward to that drink. What time did they close?' 'I couldn't say.?
As the baffled couple scouted for an opening-times notice, the bartender made his way out from a side-room with some keys, a mop and a bucket. Craig recognized him immediately. 'Oh, excuse me sir, could you tell us what time the bar closed?' Face to face with Craig, the bartender's expression was once again covered with anger. The black man's look nonetheless, slowly and surprisingly, changed from a state of frustration to one of excited delight within a matter of seconds. Before him, the rare and arousing sight of a white woman. Immediately, his eyes stretched wide.
The devious bartender quickly began to eye Sheila's body. Her white flesh in strict contrast with his black skin. His eyes eagerly studied her clothes. She was wearing a light blouse, delicately covering her fleshy breasts with a stringy silver necklace leading down to her ample bust. The bartender scouted her smooth, carefully shaved legs beneath a flimsy knee-length skirt, leading down to a pair of beautifully shaped calves. He looked at her tender feet, barely covered by a pair of leather slip-on sandles. His tone of voice appeared different from earlier. He was much more polite and helpful. In a very courteous manner, he addressed the couple, 'Very sorry, but the bar close one hour ago.?
Craig turned to Sheila not knowing what to do. The bartender, unseen by the two, resumed his ogling. For some reason his eyes were led towards the large mounds protruding from beneath Sheila's blouse. Moving slightly to the side, it became evident to the bartender that the white woman had a pair of significantly large breasts. Although baggy, Sheila's blouse was tucked in to her skirt; it revealed the basic forms of her heavy bosoms. In truth, the white woman's breasts had developed at a young age. They had continued to swell with time, especially after a number of years lactating her two daughters.
Eying up the white woman, the bartender's eyes sharpened, his lips tightened and a nasty smirk revealed itself. His eye movements were almost erratic, as if busy excogitating something. Discomfited, Sheila held her partner's hand, 'That's a shame.' The bartender rapidly intervened, 'Is O.K, you no worry. There is bar a few street down.' he said as he pointed outside. A doubtful Craig checked his watch. It read 22.35 hrs. He looked at Sheila. She appeared hopeful again. 'What do you think?' asked Craig. Sheila appeared relatively content, 'Well.. if it's not that far. I suppose we could give it a try.?
As she approved the idea, the bartender began to smile. His eyes lit up as he seemed to picture the idea. He resumed his staring. He looked at the smooth white skin of her arms, the tenderness of her neck and then, again.. down to her large bosoms.
'What's this bar called?' asked Craig. 'The 'Nwufoa Niger'. Nice place, they sell all drinks.' replied the dodgy bartender. 'And you're sure it's only a few streets down?' 'Yes, not far.' At this point, Sheila grabbed Craig's arm, 'Oh come on Craig. We don't want this bar to close too.' Still skeptical, Craig reluctantly agreed. The bartender's grin extended. He began to give the couple further indications, 'You go out hotel. Walk until end of road, then turn right. After few minutes you come to smaller road and turn left. You see sign for 'Nwufoa Niger'. Is very easy. No problem.' 'Thank you, you've been very helpful.' replied Sheila.
As the couple moved towards the exit, the bartender watched them leave. As they headed out into the African night, his focus was centered on the white woman's buttocks as they swayed smoothly and bounced firmly in the sweltering heat. His eyes sharpening, the bartender's grin turned into a lethal smile. His right hand moved down to his pants and began to stroke his hardened penis whilst his brownish teeth revealed themselves fully from beneath his puffy, cracked lips. Arm in arm, Sheila and Craig strolled down the main street. The area appeared to be well lit and, in comparison to daytime, very quiet. Craig's initial concerns of leaving the hotel seemed to fade as the couple proceeded down the road. Not a single car had passed by, and the presence of the street lights had made him more comfortable. As the couple reached the end of the street, they saw a smaller turn to the right. There were large buildings on each side of the new street and their presence forbid the same degree of lighting as the previous road. Much tighter than the first, the new street brought all new doubts into Craig's mind. He remained calm nonetheless and continued as if indifferent.
As the couple proceeded for quite a distance down the road, it appeared they were entering a different kind of area, more industrial and slightly less welcoming. As the area became darker and darker, Craig's concerns resurfaced. The couple continued ahead. They encountered mounds of rubbish, randomly appearing here and there, piercing out from the darkness in front of them. Plain areas of overgrown grass, surrounded by rusty wired fences, were sandwiched between old buildings. A new moon made visibility even more tricky.
The pair came across a small alleyway, to their left. It was dimly lit and seemed to wind into a narrow bend. They could barely make out the blurry letters of a scratched metallic sign, placed on a wall above an old coca-cola logo and next to a lamp post. It read: 'NWUFOA NIGER'. Tired, Craig turned to Sheila, 'This must be it. At last! The guy said it wasn't far. I'm almost out of breath.' Sheila squeezed his arm, 'Well, at least we found it. You can have a nice sit down now.' The pair slowly started to head down the dark alleyway.
A few yards away from the entrance to the bar, Craig's heart unexpectedly began to drum. He saw rusty pipes to the side of the building, old barrels and empty bottles. In the bar's proximity, there was an old streetlight flickering. It disclosed a small portion of another street to the left, unnoticed by the couple. There were a number of big old cars parked casually. Many of the vehicles had no windows, some were without bumpers whilst others had tacky, stained interiors, scruffy leather seats with large holes revealing bits of foamed sponge. As Craig got closer to the entrance his nostrils were filled with a dire smell. A nasty mixture of stale beer, urine and what he most definitely recognized as cannabis. His mind commanded him to leave.
As his doubts increased, he stopped in his pace. He turned around to check his surroundings once more. He soon noticed the nearby alleyway where the old cars were parked. He spotted fading graffiti on a wall with some scrappy scooters left beneath a rusty stairway. Fearing for their safety, he finally decided they should leave. As he turned back to Sheila, however, he was astounded - she was no longer by his side.
Craig looked ahead, concerned. The bar's main door was wide open. He could see broken tiles on the floor, leading down a tight corridor, badly lit by a couple of small wall-lamps. To his surprise, Sheila was already half way down the dark corridor, waiting for him to join her. He looked at her in astonishment. She stared back with an innocent smile, 'Come on lazy, don't give up now.' she said, 'A few more steps and you can sit down.' In a state of drained numbness, Craig moved towards Sheila. Without even thinking about it, he found himself alongside her, halfway down the dark corridor, walking towards a second, larger door. As the couple opened the second door they were confronted with a very dark and smoky atmosphere. There was a second corridor, long and narrow, defined by two sidewalls which eventually led up to the main bar area at the corridor's end, forming a capital 'T'. The corridor partitions only allowed to see that which was directly in front: the bar counter.
As the pair moved towards the bar, they noticed a tall black man, rather scruffy, with a sweaty forehead and un-kept beard, behind the counter, wiping its surface. Lifting his head slightly, his action came to an abrupt halt. Shocked, his attention was hooked ferociously on the white woman daring to enter the local. Incredulous, his vehement look scanned her entire body. Up and down, very slowly, his eyes viciuosly studyied her white flesh, her arms, her legs. He noticed the smooth swaying of Sheila's chest, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step taken.
As the couple got closer to the counter, the corridor partition slowly came to an end. A few more steps and the pair were in the main bar area. His heart pounding, Craig tried to focus on his surroundings. Amongst the smoke and darkness of the local, he could hear many voices in the background. As the couple reached the counter, the droning rumors from behind suddenly came to a halt. Facing the counter, Craig looked at the barman. Almost patronizing, the barman grinned down at Craig and started to shake his head in disapproval. He took another good look at the white woman and then, smiling, he eye-balled Craig as if he were staring at a fool. Mesmerized, Craig followed the black man's glance, his heart beating, his blood freezing.
The barman looked at Craig before looking beyond, over the white man's shoulders. His grin suddenly turned to laughter. Following the barman's glance, Craig slowly turned around. His heart stopping, he started to feel his knees tremble. Amidst the semi-darkness of the local, Craig could see two smoke-filled drinking areas to each side of the long corridor. He suddenly heard a terrifying roar from all around. As he adjusted his focus, he felt his heart in his throat. Before him a frightening scenario. The local was filled to the brim with dozens of large black men. From left to right, Craig could see nothing but tall, bulky negros all drinking and laughing. Their intimidating aura told him everything. The big blacks seemed rough. They looked dirty and un-kept, definitely belonging to the poorer areas of the city. All around there were beer bottles and rolled up cigarettes, unemptied ash-trays and broken chairs. The majority of them were wide-shouldered and lanky. He could see sweat-soaked vests and tacky thong-sandals. Large tattoos and thick collar chains.
The steamy body smell from the drinking area soon reached Craig. A revolting mix of sweaty arm-pits along with a nasty wave of cannabis smoke and other substances unknown to the white man. Many of the blacks were bare-chested, revealing hard muscles and strong upper-bodies. Craig quickly turned back to the barman. Shaking to his core, he remained speechless. He looked down, petrified. Suddenly, he remembered about his companion. He immediately turned to his right.
Sheila was standing immobile, already afraid to move. She was closely surrounded by four large blacks, the men towering above her. Her delicate white flesh in strict contrast with the rough dark skin of the negros. She glanced nervously at Craig before lowering her head once again. Her shaking body was now the center of attention of the entire local.
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