When we arrived back at our table, I scoped out the club. It was rocking. There was a new stripper on stage, and she was working the crowd. In my peripheral vision, I noticed that Mia was checking me out. And I quickly weighed her up also.

She had Chocolate skin, a much lighter shade than Malik's. Her hair was a mass of blonde curls resembling an afro. The hair perfectly framed her pretty face. She was real eye candy, and she would have given Brenda a run for her money if she had gone up on stage. Her grey plaid mini-skirt didn't quite reach the top of her stockings, and a skimpy purple top highlighted a slim, petite figure that had my mouth watering. I couldn't believe I was getting aroused. Christ, I'd just fucked a beautiful woman that was twenty years younger than me, and already I was having wicked thoughts at the sight of this beauty.

Mia was openly eyeing me up and down and seemed to approve. Then she stood and stepped up to me. She giggled when I kissed her hand and told her she was an absolute vision. 

"Malik says you are a good guy for a honky."

I laughed. "He seems a pretty decent guy himself."

"Do you like to share your girlfriend? I want to tango with her." 

"She's not my girlfriend. You'll have to ask her or her husband."

Before I had a chance to continue, Malik stepped up to us, took me by the elbow and drew me aside. "Was she a good fuck?" he asked.

Wanting to preserve Brenda's integrity, I shook my head and told him that I hadn't slept with her.

"Come on," he exclaimed. "She's glowing and giving off vibes that she wants more. Mia likes to fuck. We could swap."

I was in a dilemma. I didn't want to appear racist in denying Malik, yet I didn't want to throw Brenda into some dodgy situation where she was out of her depth. But the thought of ravishing Mia was fucking tempting. Not that I was at all sure I would be able to go another round. Fuck, if you have read any of my other stories and done the maths, you'll know I was fifty-two, and a couple of bonks a week was about my limit, typically.

So I replied to Malik, "Brenda's quite naive and only ever slept with Kyle. I don't feel comfortable taking advantage of her."

"You are being naive. The bitch has been giving me the eye all night. She's gagging for it." Then he asked, "Did you use a condom?"

I shook my head. Hell, I've only used half a dozen condoms in my life. I wondered why everyone was going on about condoms. Then Malik answered me, "Fuck man, you have to use condoms around here. AIDS is out of control here. I have some at my place. Mia won't let you near her without one."

I didn't like the way Malik was talking. But I knew he was probably right, as I'd noticed Brenda looking all doe-eyed at him. He turned away from me and wandered over to talk to Brenda. So, I went and stood by Kyle. The poor little bastard was quite drunk and told me he was sorry.

"Why?" I asked.

"I spent all our money," he mumbled.

"That's not my problem," I told him. "But Brenda knows what you did."

I'm not sure he registered what I had just said, but when I asked him for his wallet, he handed it over. I pulled the $300 from my pocket and made sure he watched as I stuffed it in one of the pockets. "This is the money that Brenda earned for you. She has some tips, but that is not yours. Don't try to take it from her. Do you understand?"

Again, he didn't seem to understand, and Bubba squeezed Kyle's neck. "Say you won't take her money. Tell the man that, boy."

Kyle looked at me and said he was sorry again, held the wallet up and nodded at me. I only hoped he remembered the next day, as he was pretty wasted.

I sat up when I saw the other guys on Malik's table getting up to leave. Malik came over and told Bubba to get his ride, then said to me that Brenda wanted to go to his place and party, but only if I was okay with it.

I looked over to her, and she looked at me pleadingly. So I told Malik to hold for a minute and went to talk with her.

"Are you sure you want to go with these guys? Seven of them. They are all going to want to bed you, and we don't really know them."

"Frankly, I don't care if there are a dozen of them. I want to have some fun. Hell. You have no idea how boring my life is."

I gave her an indulgent look, trying to convey that I thought she was being reckless.

"Look, my life consists of getting up each morning and cooking breakfast for the menfolk. My mother-in-law supervises, and nothing I do is ever right. Then I do the beds and washing. If I'm lucky, I get to fetch the eggs, which gets me out of the house. But that only happens if the men are out in the fields, as she knows her husband has his eye on me. The only time I get to leave the farm is market day, when I sometimes get to see some of my school friends. This trip the church has sent us on might never happen again. I want to live."

Then she asked me if I would look after her, whatever happened. I replied, "Of course I will. But if there are seven guys?" I gave her another questioning look.

"No, Malik says those guys are going home as they have work early in the morning. I asked him to take Kyle back to the hotel, but he said it was too far in the other direction. He says they will put him in another room to sleep the alcohol off, and we can party in the lounge."

I turned and nodded to Malik, indicating that we were okay. I helped Brenda to her feet, then let Kyle put an arm around my shoulder and helped him out of the club.

----

We stood outside Club Amour waiting for Bubba. I supported Kyle while Brenda talked with Malik and Mia. They were both lightly caressing Brenda, who appeared to be enjoying their attention.

 A black custom Dodge van spun around the corner and pulled up beside us. Bubba hopped out and took Kyle from me. Malik opened the two side doors and beckoned me to climb in the back with the girls while he went to help Bubba. The sound of Kyle vomiting hit us. Brenda went to climb out to see what was wrong, but Malik appeared at the door and assured her he was alright. "Bubba made him stick his fingers down his throat. We don't want him to be sick in my ride." We heard Bubba strapping Kyle into the front seat, and then we were underway.

The back of the van was decked out in purple and black with sheepskins everywhere, a real shaggin'-waggin'. Brenda and Mia were sitting on a raised bench covered in Sheepskins. I had no doubt it had seen much action... and little in the sitting position.

Just as that thought entered my head, Mia pushed Brenda onto her back and began kissing her. Brenda was taken aback and stiffened, but then, as she realised she was enjoying the sensations, she began to relax and reciprocate. Minutes later, Mia rose and slipped Brenda's dress over her head, exposing that sexy lilac lingerie. Then she leaned over Brenda again and resumed kissing while her right hand slipped under her knickers. 

I turned and checked out what Malik was up to, fully expecting him to join them. But he had a pouch open in his lap and was rolling a joint. Once finished, he lit up and offered it to me. I wanted to refuse, as I hadn't touched any wacky wacky in more than twenty years. But I took a tentative puff, as I didn't want to appear prejudiced or narrow-minded. Additionally, I wanted to know how it would impact me.

Then he took the joint over to the girls, and they broke their embrace. Brenda looked at me, her look asking if she should take it. I asked her how she felt after the hash cookie. She said it had worn off, so I told her to pace herself, "A small puff. See how it affects you."

Malik interrupted. "It's not that strong, girl, just gives a mild buzz. Should work wonders for you, seeing as you got some in your system."

I gave Malik a look of concern when he handed the joint through to Bubba. Seeing my concern, he said, "It's very mild, and we are almost at my place."

I returned my attention to the girls. The contrast in their skin colours was quite intoxicating, but Mia's fingers frigging Brenda to another climax had my prick jumping around in my pants.

We pulled up outside Kinshasa Cafe and Eatery, and Malik broke my concentration, "This is my digs. I live above my restaurant."

Mia pulled Brenda out into the near-deserted street and led her over to a small door alongside the Cafe's main entrance. I was astounded that Brenda showed little concern about being so exposed. That sexy lingerie barely concealed any of her lithe body, and there were other pedestrians on the street. I heard Malik and Bubba manhandling Kyle out of the van, and I held the door for them as they helped him to the stairs.

——

Malik handed me a glass of wine, and I took a sip as I checked out the lounge. There were numerous photographs of family and all the typical household items you would find in an average New Zealand home. I had expected it would be quite different. I knew I was being biased, and I hadn't expected voodoo masks or anything like that.

While I was admonishing myself, a woman stepped into the lounge from a hallway. She was black and looked surprisingly familiar. Malik introduced her as his sister, Billie, and I took in the resemblance.

"Where is Roy?" Malik asked.

"He'll be out in a minute," she giggled. And I took this to mean that Roy was hurriedly getting dressed.

There were couches and armchairs spaced around, and against the far wall, a single bed that I could see was primarily used as a seat. After the introductions, during which I found that Roy was Billie's boyfriend, Mia led Brenda to the bed and resumed her seduction. I sat on a couch and took in the surroundings again. I noticed a small camcorder plugged into an electrical outlet on the sideboard. That was a worry, knowing with certainty that someone was going to want to record Brenda getting fucked.

Bubba came and sat by me. He said Kyle was out cold and that he'd covered him up on the floor of the back bedroom. "I didn't want to put him in a bed in case he was sick again," he stated.

At that moment, Roy came into the room, zipping up his jeans. He was tall and thin, a basketballer, I presumed. He gave me a disdainful look, and Bubba shook his head at him, telling him to chill, that I was alright. But Roy didn't smile. It was the first hint of animosity I had felt from any of the guys.

Mia was now down between Brenda's legs, dining at the Y. I was astounded that Brenda was happy to let this happen with other people in the room and put it down to the fact that she had to be pretty stoned. Malik told Billie to join them and give us guys a show. I looked at Roy to see what he thought of Malik's command. But Roy didn't seem surprised and let Malik shove him down onto one of the chairs. Then, as I expected, Malik picked up the camcorder and began recording the girls. I knew I should tell him to stop, but I kept quiet, thinking that whatever he recorded was very unlikely ever to reach Canada or New Zealand. Remember, this was 2002, and the internet was in its infancy.

The guys began making crude remarks about the girls, and I'm embarrassed to say that I joined in. It all seemed harmless, and Brenda was enjoying the attention of the two black women. So much so that she had another orgasm. Mia quickly lifted her, took her place on the bed, and told her, "Now me."

The guys all went quiet as Brenda enthusiastically dived between Mia's legs and began eating her out.

"Fuck this," Malik cried. "I want some of that." And he bounded across the room, tearing a condom packet open. Once he'd rolled it on, he lifted Brenda's ass and plunged into her from behind.

Brenda turned and let her eyes roam over his long, lean, muscular frame. I doubt she had ever fantasised about having a black guy, but there was no doubt she was excited.

"Damn girl, move that ass!" Malik growled.

The sound and tone of his voice was crude, and he sneered back at Roy, who now held the camcorder. I was ready to leap up and interject. But Brenda's response was to lift her ass invitingly and hump herself onto his thrusting cock. So I sat back and downed another gulp of my drink. Malik had said the pot was very mild, but it had me feeling pretty euphoric and moving in tune with the music, which someone had turned up loud.

Billie wriggled under Brenda and latched onto her perfect breasts. Taking her right nipple in her mouth, she sucked on it so hard that half of Brenda's breast disappeared. Brenda moaned loudly while running her hands over Mia's flat stomach and wiggling her ass in time with Malik's thrusts. Mia was tweaking her nipples and lifted her hips to initiate more contact.

Mia was the first to show signs of an approaching orgasm, and when it came, it was quick and violent. She quickly extracted herself and came and sat between Bubba and me. I watched as Malik rolled Brenda onto her back and settled himself between her legs again. Billie beckoned Roy over and opened her legs. Roy was quick to respond but stopped dead at the foot of the bed and growled, "Fuck girl. You ain't wearing any panties!"

There wasn't enough room on the bed for the four of them, so Roy pulled Billie down to the floor and spent the next few moments stripping her naked, then leapt aboard. I was pleased to see that the camcorder was now unattended on the chair where Roy had left it.

Mia turned her attention to me. "I've not had a white snake for a long time. Want to fuck me, white boy?"

Sitting up straighter, Bubba growled, "Fuck yeah, girl. I want to watch Dave nail your black ass."

"Hope you better than the other white boys I had. They got no stamina," she said pointedly.

"I can't promise anything," I replied. "I've already come twice tonight, and I'm feeling pretty mellow and enjoying the scenery." I pointed to Malik's reasonably sized snake sliding in and out of Brenda's very willing pussy. He now had her sitting in his lap, in a reverse cowgirl position, and he was pulling on her hair, tilting her head up towards the ceiling. Again, I was struck by the contrasting skin tones, and Brenda's groan of desire told me she was more than happy with how rough Malik was treating her.

Mia wasn't taking no for an answer. She got on her knees and wrestled my trousers off my legs, then sat and admired my rock-hard rod. 

"Well, that's a surprise, Bubba. He's bigger than Malik or Roy. Who would have guessed." Leaning forward, she tried to get it all in her mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Mia's tongue feeling its way around my erection.

She attacked my cock as if her life depended on it. Obviously, the woman enjoyed giving head. I sensed she enjoyed the control and power she had over me, but she was getting aroused herself and soon was demanding I fuck her.

The pressure she had put on me to perform had me worried. I knew I could hold on. My worry was more about whether I had the stamina to come a third time. I surprised her by standing and lifting her off the floor. Carrying her to the table, I pushed her on her back, grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge. But before I could plunge into her black pouting pussy, she made me put on the condom that Bubba was holding out for me. I also noted, with dismay, that Bubba had picked up the camcorder.

"Yesss," Mia cried as I thrust in between her legs. "I want to be fucked over and over again…just…use me hard."

I had no problems with that. I was more aroused than I'd been in years, and the pot was heightening every nerve end in my body. I sped up, and I felt a hand slide in between our bodies, making a beeline for her clit. It was Bubba. He had decided to join the party. I lifted to give him room.

"Fuck this black bitch, Dave. She never lets me near her."

Mia turned to Bubba. "Just…just make me come, you bastard. I won't let you near me 'cause you would kill me with that fucking great python hanging between your legs."

She writhed in arousal and bucked her hips into me. I pulled out, wanting to assert some control by not letting her come yet. She swore at me, and I gave Bubba a grin. "You work her up for a minute. I want some more of that sweet mouth." I shifted around the table and offered her my messy prick.

Bubba bent and sucked her labia into his mouth while still fingering her clit. I had to bend right over to get my knob anywhere near her mouth. It was so hard. 

Mia hungrily sucked on my knob and fondled my balls while moaning that I was a dirty bastard for leaving her up in the air. My voyeuristic streak kicked in. I revelled in the sensations Mia was giving me and watched Bubba working his tongue into her bald pussy. He wasn't at all handsome, and the tattoos covering the sinewy muscles of his arms made him look like a dangerous gangsta. But the big man had not given me the slightest hint of aggression.

Mia suddenly pulled away. "I'm going to cum. Fuck me, please?" She looked me in the eyes and indicated with a nod of her head that she meant me and not Bubba.

Bubba picked up the camcorder and took a few steps back. I saw his cock for the first time. It truly was a monster. I wondered how he had ever managed to find a woman to accept him.

Mia gasped as I slid into her. Then she moaned that I was not to be gentle with her. So I didn't hold back. I was starting to feel a bit buggered, but I dug up hidden reserves, not wanting to be judged as just another weak honky. Luckily, she began to show signs of a climax building, and moments later, her moans grew increasingly frantic until she erupted. She screamed out a long, "Yeeesss," as torrents of squirt gushed forth from her spasming pussy. 

I pretended to cum as soon as I was certain she was done. I was praying she would not be multi-orgasmic and want me to keep going.

I took a couple of steps and collapsed onto the couch. Mia slumped down beside me and snuggled into my side. Looking around, I saw that Bubba had moved over to film Brenda and Malik. They were in the throes of an orgasm. Billie and Roy had finished. Billie was now sitting in Roy's lap on one of the chairs, watching the action.

Brenda rolled off and lay beside Malik. She wasn't finished and lay, legs apart, fingering herself. Her legs were opening and closing seductively on her hand. Roy tried to push Billie off him, telling her he wanted a piece of Brenda's white tail.

"You're not fucking the white girl. I told you. You are mine, and I'm not sharing you," she growled, refusing to move.

I was delighted to see Roy slump back and obey Billie. He was the only one from whom I felt any aggression all night. I had a feeling he would have taken his anger out on Brenda if he had been allowed to get near her.

But my relief was only momentary as Bubba handed Billie the camcorder and moved over to the bed. I went to rise and stop him, as Brenda was such a petite wee thing, and I thought he'd kill her. But Brenda gave me a look that said I was to stay put, that she was okay. So I slumped back and watched Bubba spread her legs and thrust his massive python home. Brenda wrapped her legs around him invitingly. And I remembered the kiss on the cheek she had given Bubba earlier in the night. She had fancied him all along.

Everyone quietly watched Bubba fuck her. I don't think I was the only one there who was amazed at how willing and easily she took his size. When they finished, Brenda pulled a rug from the foot of the bed, wrapped it around her and shuffled over to sit with me.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

She didn't speak but indicated she was fine and ready to return to the hotel. Malik approached us and said for Brenda to come with him and use the shower. I followed them to the bathroom, wanting to stay close to Brenda and also wanting to have a quick cleanup myself. I was concerned Malik would try to fuck her again against her will. But he didn't. He got in the shower with her and washed her quite tenderly.

Afterwards, Malik explained that Bubba would drive us home and that he had a breakfast shift in the morning and needed to get some sleep. He gave Brenda a passionate kiss and thanked her for the evening, telling her she would be in his memory forever. Then he came over and embraced me. He whispered that Bubba would give me one of his cards and that if I wrote to him, he'd send me a copy of the video they'd taken.

When we left the bathroom, Bubba was waiting for us in the lounge. He had a very dishevelled Kyle sitting with him. He stood and pulled Kyle to his feet, then, holding him under an armpit, directed us to go ahead down the stairs.

——

At the hotel, I had to wake Kyle. He was going to have the hangover of all hangovers the next day. Brenda gave a speechless Bubba a sloppy kiss on his mouth and thanked him for being such a gentleman. We manhandled Kyle between us to their room, and once we had him in bed, I made to leave.

"Wait!" cried Brenda. "I'm coming with you. I'm not staying here with this unfaithful bastard."

I wanted to object. I was totally fucked and needed sleep. It was well after midnight, and I had to check out by 10:00 am and be at the airport for a 2:00 pm flight to Newark, New Jersey. But one look at Brenda's determined expression told me I had no chance of sleeping alone that night.

We showered together in my room and then fell into bed. I think Brenda was just as happy as I was to shut her eyes. And I knew nothing more until the sun was peeking through the curtains.

——

I woke up very disoriented. Not uncommon when I travelled overseas. It took a few minutes to realise where I was and look at the clock to see the time. I was busting for a pee, and seeing it was only 6:00 am, I tried to sneak out of bed without waking the beautiful nude apparition beside me.

I only got two paces and heard Brenda stir behind me. "Are you sneaking out on me?" she asked.

"No. I'm going to the toilet. Go back to sleep, it's only 6:00 am."

But I heard her rise and follow me to the bathroom. She playfully held my cock as I peed, directing my flow all around the toilet. Then she squatted and let me watch her pee. Back in bed, she snuggled into me and made it plain she was keen to make love again. I was reluctant, feeling very guilty about the whole evening and my part in it. Sensing my reluctance, she asked if I was now having second thoughts and not going to race her off into the sunset. I saw she was serious and that I needed to extract myself very carefully without damaging the trust she had put in me.

I explained that I thought she was exceptional, but that I was married and it would be impossible for me to take her back to New Zealand. I also pointed out that I was pissed at myself for what I had let happen to her and what I had done to Kyle. Brenda replied that she knew all that, but her marriage to Kyle was over and that she did not regret a moment of what had happened.

We talked some more, then we were kissing, then I was fingering her, and before I knew it, I was scooping two fingers along her G-spot. All my reluctance evaporated. This time, I took my time and raised myself onto my elbows to fully appreciate her beautiful body. Brenda grabbed her knees, pulled them up, and spread herself wide. Thrusting into her, I reached under and fingered her tight ass, then switched and began squeezing her nipples. Brenda responded by pushing her hips off the bed to get me in deeper and reaching down with one hand to feel her clit.

I could see the lust in her eyes. "Please!" she begged. "Make me come again."

I kept pinching her nipples as I thrust hard and deep. Brenda began to gyrate her hips, working herself into a frenzy. Then she really began grinding her ass onto my loins and moaned, "This is so dirty! Oh fuck! I'm going to cum."

Her words set me off. I erupted, watching in wonder as her tits bounced with each thrust. I stilled my hips as I'd become so sensitive and lowered my lips to hers.

"Oh fuuuck!" she mumbled as her pussy convulsed around my cock. I held still as she came and didn't move until she stopped twitching and turned her head to the side to catch her breath. Only then did I pull out and roll to her side.

When we had recovered, I asked, "What are you going to do about Kyle? Are you worried about what he will do?"

She replied, "No. Kyle's never been abusive, just bossy. It's his right, he believes. I'm worried about the money in my purse, though. If he doesn't take it, then my mother-in-law certainly will."

I got up and fetched her purse, examining it. There was a cardboard insert at the bottom to give the purse its shape. It was difficult to remove because of the three partitions. But I got it out and then opened up the lining underneath. I inserted the bulk of the money under the lining and fitted the cardboard insert. The $80.00 of ones and fives I'd separated, I inserted into the centre zip-up portion.

Brenda watched me and asked why I had split the money. "Because I gave Kyle $300 of your winnings last night and told him it was for the church, not for personal use. He knows you still have some. Hence, I left the $80.00 in that pocket. Hopefully, he will not think to find the bulk of the money underneath."

Around 8:00, Brenda and I wandered back to her room. We were both anxious, wondering what the reception would be like. We needn't have bothered. Kyle was still in bed. He was very hungover and contrite. He kept mumbling to Brenda that he was sorry.

When I saw he was not going to be a problem, I turned to leave the room. Brenda gave me a look that told me she did not want me to go. I didn't offer to kiss or embrace her, as I knew it would only make things complicated with Kyle watching. Besides, we had already said all our goodbyes before we left my room.

On the flight up to New York, all my misgivings returned. I wished I were a stronger, better man. I never intended to be unfaithful, and sometimes found the strength to say no. Thankfully, I had three days of business meetings to take my mind off things.

That should have been the end of the story, but there is a little more to tell. I never wrote to Malik for the video he had promised me. I looked at his card many times and nearly wrote to him. However, I was worried about where to send it, as I didn't open the mail at work, and my wife would open anything sent to my home. And so I just let things lie.

----

Two years later, the US branch of our company requested that I attend the conference in Orlando again. I dug out Malik's card and emailed him the dates I would be there. He got back to me the next day, asking if I wanted to stay at his place. I emailed back that I wouldn't have time but would love to catch up one night during the conference.

On the second day of the conference, I phoned Malik. He asked me to make Sunday free and come to his restaurant for lunch, as he had a surprise for me. I broached the subject of missing the final day of the conference with the American CEO, and he assured me it would not be a problem at all, as there would be little for me to do on that day.

Sunday morning, around 11:00, I caught a taxi to Malik's restaurant. I was met at the restaurant door by a beaming Malik holding his six-month-old son. Another surprise was when he introduced me to his pretty wife, a blonde English girl from London. He introduced her as Gabby. She gave me a firm hug and asked if I would stay the night, as they were having a party. She explained that I would know some of the guests. But I declined, saying I was booked on an early flight to L.A. the next morning.

Malik and I sat by the front window and talked. He asked me why I had not written. I explained my situation back home and that I was scared my wife might intercept the mail.

"I have a copy burned to DVD. Do you want it?"

"Yes, please. Shit, is it hot?"

He told me it was not quite porn movie quality but hotter than any porn movie he had seen. I asked if he had heard anything of Brenda. I'd often wondered if she had returned to Orlando to take up the job offer at the strip club.

He gave me a knowing look and nodded, indicating that he did know something, but he wouldn't tell me anything, saying all would be revealed at lunch. I had a lurch in my stomach, wondering if Brenda was in town.

Half an hour later, a huge navy blue Rolls-Royce pulled up outside. I was delighted to see Mandy and Bob step out. Mandy had put on some weight, but she was still amazingly beautiful. Bob, on the other hand, had lost weight and was dressed more smartly than the last time I had seen him. I got up and met them at the door, pulled Mandy into an embrace, and then was lifted off my feet by Bob, who treated me like some lost relation. I gave Mandy an enquiring look.

"The bastard knocked me up that night you were here. And we married five months later."

I nervously asked if she still worked at the club.

"No. That would be frowned upon by Bob's friends. But Bob would love it if I did. He's quite the voyeur."

She went on to tell me they owned three homes. One here in Orlando, a place in the Florida Keys, and another in San Francisco, where Bob had business interests. She said they had staff in all of them, and she was kept busy running the homes and taking care of herself. Then she asked me if I had a question for her.

I had no idea what she meant. And when she saw my puzzled look, she said, "About a certain woman you were with that night."

"Brenda!" I exclaimed. "Do you know what happened to her?"

"I talk with her every week. She's my closest friend."

Mandy pulled out her phone and hit a stored number. Then she handed it across. I was surprised by how familiar Brenda's voice was. I would have recognised her even without all the preamble.

"Dave! How are you? Do you remember me? I think of you often."

"Christ, it's good to hear your voice. I think of you more than is healthy. I have so many questions. Are you alright, and what happened?"

We talked for nearly an hour. Brenda told me Kyle had been no problem at all. He never hit her up about the money or tried to search her purse. But Kyle's bitch of a mother had found the notes in the centre pocket and had screamed at her, asking where they had come from.

"Just like you told me to, I stood up to her. I told her to ask Kyle about the money and that it was he who forced me to earn it. She threw the money back at me and ordered me out of the house. She called out to her husband and told him to drive me to the bus station so that I could go back to my slut of a mother. That was when I played my trump card. I yelled at her that I wasn't getting in the truck with her husband, that he had been molesting me for months, and he would surely have another go at me on the ride in."

Brenda paused. Then, she added that it was not entirely a lie, as her father-in-law had been molesting her with his eyes every day. But she said the row that followed should have been made into a movie. She said her father-in-law vehemently denied having touched her, but her mother-in-law didn't believe him.

Brenda laughed and said, "The bitch left the room and came back with a dozen letters from my mother. She threw them on top of the money scattered at my feet. Then she bolted and locked herself in the bedroom. One letter was less than a year old and had my mother's address in Vancouver on the back. In the end, it was Kyle who drove me to the bus station."

"So, where are you?" I asked.

"I'm living with my mum in Vancouver. She has an upmarket boutique where I work some days. But I do a lot of modelling. I was in Rome for a fashion shoot last month, and I have a shoot in Paris in two months."

Whilst we were talking, a large black guy in a suit joined our group. I saw he had a chauffeur's cap under his arm and was amazed to see him settle down on the seat beside Bob. Then it hit me. It was Bubba. I hadn't recognised him as he had lost weight and looked so different, all smartened up. He gave me a huge grin and winked at me.

When I eventually finished talking to Brenda, Bubba came over and lifted me off my feet, almost crushing me in a hug. He informed me he had met Bob at Malik's wedding and had been offered a job. Bob butted in and explained that Bubba was more than an employee and that they had become friends. He pressed on to say that Bubba did many tasks for him, not only driving the Rolls.

Malik excused us during the afternoon and led me up to his apartment. He opened a safe in his office and handed me the DVD. He told me he had not shown it to anyone, as it didn't pull any punches and was bloody incriminating. I stuck it in my jacket pocket and told him I would guard it with my life, as I had a lot more to lose than he did if it were to come to light.

A dozen more people arrived just before dinnertime, and we all moved upstairs. Mia was amongst them, with a handsome black guy that she introduced as her husband. She went on to explain that she now had a six-month-old daughter and that they had left her with her husband's parents. Then she introduced me to her younger sister, who was a carbon copy of Mia, just about five years her junior.

Around 6:00, some of the guests went downstairs with Malik and brought up plates of finger foods. I sat between Mia and her husband. He engaged me in conversation, saying Mia had told him about me and Brenda, whom he had not met yet. I wondered if he would have been so friendly if he knew about the DVD I had in my jacket pocket.

 People started dancing, and Mia's sister got me up to dance, making it pretty plain that she was keen to boogie. After two songs, I escaped back to sit by a laughing Mia, who told me she didn't mind if I fucked her sister.

I was trying to remain faithful and declined. Something I must admit to feeling a bit disappointed about now. I managed to extricate myself around 10:00 and caught a taxi back to the hotel.

I watched some of the DVD on my laptop that night. Fuck it was hot. Bloody embarrassing though, watching yourself. I hauled it out several times over the years and wanked myself stupid. But about ten years ago, when my second marriage was going south, I cut the disk up and threw it away. Why, why, why, I ask myself now.