Gazelle for a Nickname

So I followed this Gizelle across the dance hall like a Cheetah on the prowl. A part of me felt like a lion-that big mighty king of the jungle sashay in my head. The scarf around my neck gave me the feeling I was a big bad lion with a badass mane. The other part of me felt like a cheetah-very sleek, agile and super fast. Too slick to get caught up in the dancehall jungle. I was here to hunt and I was gonna get me a gazelle for the night. The DJ played Mr. Vegas’s Heads High riddim and the bass was so strong that my balls quivered in my Calvin Klein boxers. I waxed and waned through the heaving, sweaty, dancing revelers. With a cocktail of drinks in my head, my sense of pussy and vision remained unraveled although my strut was already showing telltale signs of intoxication. I went past this smoking belle in a black body suit and six inch pumps. She was shaking her big, fat bubbly butt like a magician. When she saw me approach her, she swirled at a 60 degree angle and dipped it low, low, low before she picked it up and twerked it before my dick. I was tempted to touch it and tap it. I did, just for an instant before I slithered away into a bevy of red chili hot Rwandese chics who were frantically sucking at a magnum pot of shisha. The Big ass chic in the black body suit looked around for me and finding no trace of me around went back to bubbling her derrière.

The steaming hot girls received me in their loop with ecstatic cries of animation. One of them in the butt-short dress blew a mint-flavored cloud of smoke in my face and screamed…Hi Super Tuesday! This bevy was too much for me. I couldn’t stay here, I told myself and I sauntered past the hottie who had blown a bowl of smoke in face leaving my business card between her cleavage…call me, I said and I walked off after my Gazelle that was now perched on the tavern’s only counter sipping on a glass of something on the rocks. I etched forward and crept up on her from the rear. Before I wound up on the counter next to her, my sight lingered on her chiseled booty and down to her calf. She was a work of art, a faultless timeless piece of the creator’s artistry.

“Hey Gorgeous” I started with a big fat smile on my face along with a half full bottle of Bell clutched in my right hand. She looked at me, perplexion wrought on her face. Her lip dropped as though she was about to say something and I saw the opportunity. I spoke first. “Have you been to Two Seating ducks and an Egg before darling?” “I umm, huh…what are you talking about?” She endeavored. So I went on, “ Oh I see, you haven’t been there before” She breathed visibly and sucked her lower lip. “ I will tell you about Two Seating ducks and an Egg in a moment” What are you drinking gyal? You have a nick name? A nickname?” “No”. She answered. “Perfect” I screamed and took a deep seep of my Bell. She looked at me with a quizzical look on her face and a smile escaped her pouted lips. Between a spurt of miniature giggles, she signed “Dude, I can’t believe you are doing this to me”. I smiled back and said, “ let me tell you two things-Actually three things but two first. Listen Gorgeous, now am going to buy you a drink and give you a nickname” I looked around and called on the Waiter. She served a couple of horny looking ruscos, paps, bozos before drifting to where we sat at the counter. I spoke first, “Look here lady, my name is Mr. Awesome” She smiled and retorted, “Mr. Awesome, am Nina-Brown” “Ok great, Nina-brown please serve Gazelle here another drink on my bill and a Bell for me too” She smiled and returned in a minute with our orders. I handed her Ugx. 20,000 and with the panache of Frank Kyomuhendo, I hissed… Keep the change as I returned my attention to the attraction of the night. “So here we go, a drink and a nickname” i heard myself say. “What nickname?” she scoffed. “Come-on Swit-thing, the drink came with a name for you and the name is…Gazelle!” A smile grew and spread across her face “Jeez Christ, what a nickname! Gazelle? “Yeah, I lifted up both hands and I felt like Manny Pacquiao in after a KO, My names are Cormac Dan. You must be pleased to meet me. Come here Gazelle. Put some weight on my chest”. Excitedly she jabbed my shoulder and asked me, how do u put weight on your chest? I was already mid way towards her when I spoke to her ear, it means hug me. We hugged for a moment and I lost my head in the embrace and the fresh scent of her tropical fragrance. The weight of her voluptuous boobs lay on my chest and our heartbeats synched. By the time we disengaged from the hug, we both knew with clarity what was going to happen between us. We took several more drinks and danced to the tunes of the night in the little town park long after we left the tavern and drove off to a couple of other joints around the town in her little Duet. By the time the night gave away to the dawn we had shared a thousand kisses and a million laughs and giggles between us. We went on to sleep in her little Duet while the rest of the world awakened to a new day. The ninth day of October 2010 in Kasese. TO BE CONTINUED…