The day after Sir Richard and his wife left the safari camp to return home, Bull was in his office going over plans for the group arriving the following day. He heard a light tapping on his door and looked up to see an attractive young woman he didn't know.

"Hi," he said with a smile. "May I help you?"

The young woman stepped into his office, handing him an envelope. "My name is Margi Gilmore. I just arrived from South Africa and have a letter for you from Stephen Broadmoor."

Oh sure," Bull said, taking the envelope. "Stephen's the general manager of South African Safaris. I met him at a conference a couple of years ago. What's he sending me?"

The woman pointed at the envelope. "I think he explains it in the letter."

Bull was somewhat confused, but opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. It read, Dear Jake, if you are reading this message, you have met my young friend, Margi Gilmore. She has been working with South African Safaris for the past two years. We have recently had some trouble with the local native community, and I've become worried for Margi's safety. Given your outstanding work in Tanzania and the growth of your business, I hope you can find a suitable position within your organization for her. I can tell you that Margi is top-notch help. She can (and will) do anything needed and is an excellent bartender. While with us, she proved to be fantastic at gaining the approval of our guests. Since Margi is an American, she was a big hit with our Yank guests. I hope you can find a spot for her.

"Do you know what this says?" Bull asked.

"Not exactly," Margi answered, "But I know it is a letter of recommendation. Stephen was concerned for my safety in South Africa and suggested I come to you. He told me that your business is booming and he was certain you could use my help."

Bull stood and extended his hand. "Well, let's get started properly. I'm Jake Browner, part-owner and General Manager of Serengeti Safari Camp. My friends call me 'Bull.' It's nice to meet you, Margi." As he shook her hand, Bull took the moment to study the woman standing in front of him. She had a lovely face, free of makeup, soft brown shoulder-length hair that protruded from under a safari-style hat, and soft brown eyes.

"As you already know, I'm Margi Gilmore. I'm originally from the States. Stephen told me you come from Texas. My home was in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma."

Smiling as he sat, Bull said, "How did you get from Oklahoma to Tanzania?" He pointed to a chair as an indication that she should be seated.

Sitting down, Margi removed her hat. "It's not a long story, Mr. Browner, but it's lasted six years now."

"First," he told her. "We don't use formalities around here unless we have guests. Call me Bull or Jake, please."

She smiled and continued. "After graduating from high school, my parents expected me to attend Oklahoma State University because they both graduated from that school. But I just didn't care about continuing with school right away. I wanted to travel and see the world. They finally agreed and allowed me to go to Europe. I traveled around until I ran out of money and found a job. I ended up in Paris, where I was hired as a bartender in a club."

"Weren't you a little young to be tending bar?"

"I would have been in the States, but not in France," Margi explained. "It was a great job. I loved the club and the people who came there. Renee, the woman I worked for, taught me the tricks of the trade and always guided me to the English-speaking guests. I would probably still be there if I hadn't had a little problem with a drunken Englishman."

Bull nodded. "Drunks are always a problem. Was he getting amorous?"

"I guess he decided that if I worked behind the bar, I wasn't any different than the dancers on the stage and felt like I should sit on his lap. When he started tearing at my shirt, I took him out with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels."

"Ouch!" Bull said with a grin. "I guess that didn't go down well with the management."

"Renee didn't have a problem with it, but she knew that when the police arrived, they would have a problem with my citizenship status. In Paris, people from other countries who take jobs from Frenchmen are not well regarded. So, Renee stuffed some cash in my jeans and told me to get out of town."

"That's not too surprising," Bull admitted. "How old were you then?"

"I was a month from being 21," she replied. "After that, I ended up in Italy and worked in an Irish pub in Florence. That lasted about a year before I moved to Rome. While I was there, I met some American kids headed to South Africa. It struck me as a great adventure, and I joined them. After a few months there, I met Stephen and joined his safari operation. And that's my story."

Bull studied the young woman for a minute. "The truth is, I could use some help, but I don't have any place to put you. All of my staff members belong to a local tribe, and they don't live on the property. They're here as much as I am, but they live elsewhere. I have four cabins for guests right now and this building for my quarters and this office."

"You don't have another bedroom?" Margie asked.

"Well, yes, I do. But you'd have to share a bathroom with me."

"Jake," she said flatly. "Do you mind if I call you Jake? You just don't strike me as a bull."

"My parents call me Jake," he laughed. "Join the family."

"Look, Jake, I've lived in some places that weren't five stars. I don't mind sharing a bathroom with you. I don't mind if you walk in and find me naked. I've been through a lot in the past six years. Having a bedroom to myself would be quite a prize for me."

"What would you expect to be paid?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter," Margi answered. "You put a roof over my head and feed me… I'll be happy. You strike me as a nice man. As long as you treat me well and don't make me fuck your customers, we'll get along great."

Bull was a bit startled by her comment, but realized that Margi was just being herself. She was speaking honestly. "Then we'll give it a shot," he said. "We're going to be full up tomorrow and for the next four weeks. I'll let you run the bar before and after dinner. You can give my chef a hand during dinner."

He studied her again for a minute. "I don't see a suitcase. What will you wear while working the bar?"

Margi lifted her large backpack. "Everything I own is in here. I have two slip dresses that are quite sexy, if that's what you want. I can also wear shorts and a t-shirt if you'd rather. The third option is that you supply me with what you'd like to see me in."

"If you have shorts, I can supply some Serengeti Safari t-shirts," he said with a grin. "Do you have any other talents I should know about?"

Margi looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "My secret power is that I give a hell-of-a blowjob. My friend in Paris taught me everything a woman needs to know."

Once again, Bull was shocked, but tried not to show it. "I guess that will be a conversation for another day." He stood and held out his hand again. "Welcome to the team, Margi. Follow me and I'll show you to your private quarters."

Less than 48 hours later, a new group of guests arrived at the Safari Camp. Dressed in his usual 'safari leader' outfit, Bull greeted them in the parking area and welcomed them. After setting his helpers to move luggage to the various cabins, Bull advised them to meet him in the dining area at 5:30.

When his guests arrived, he welcomed them again and introduced them to his 'famous' bartender, Margi. "Order what you want, and Margi will be happy to prepare it to your specifications. She is probably the finest bartender in all of Africa, and you'll be happy you've met her."

Margie was surprised by her new boss's introduction, but went with it as though they had been working together for years.

The week went smoothly. By the time their guests were packed up and on their way to the Kilimanjaro Airport, Bull was very pleased with his decision to hire Margi. As they waved goodbye, Bull reached out to Margi. "Come on, Margi. I'll buy you a drink."

Sitting on the barstools, he touched his glass to hers. "You did a great job this week, Margi. It felt like you'd been here forever."

"Thanks, boss," she said with a bright smile. "I think this is going to be the best job of my life. You've been great, and Sethunya is nothing short of wonderful. If I continue to eat her cooking, I'll be 250 pounds."

Bull smiled, but was thinking of Margi's figure. He had been watching her all week and was falling deeply into lust. She obviously didn't like to wear a bra, and her breasts were tantalizing. Her shorts were tight, showing a beautifully rounded ass set on top of sensational legs. He was looking forward to working with her and hoped to keep his desires hidden. After all, she was his employee and half his age.

While they were sitting at the bar talking, Margi surprised Bull by saying, "Tell me something, Jake. How do you like to kiss?"

Knowing what had happened the last two times he had been asked that question, Bull started to respond, but was interrupted by Margi.

"I couldn't help but notice you watching me all week," she said. "And to be quite honest, I've enjoyed it. Now, I'm wondering if, before the next group of guests arrives, we should spend some time together getting answers to our questions?"

"What questions do you have?" he asked.

Margi took a swallow of her drink before asking, "Do you want me as much as I want you?"

Two hours passed before the edge of lust wore off for both of them. They lay naked in Bull's bed, breathing hard and covered in sweat.

"Did you get an answer to your question?" he asked.

"I believe I did," she answered with a grin. "Did you find out anything?"

"I believe I did," he said as he pulled her close to his body. "Your teacher in Paris did a wonderful job. Your oral skills are beyond compare. But your other skills are highly polished for someone as young as you are."

"I guess it was the one subject I excelled at in school. I truly love sex, Jake. With someone like you, I could go all day and never want to stop. I love giving and receiving." She paused for a second before asking, "Are we going to have to keep our desires hidden?"

"That's probably a good idea," he said as he pulled her on top of him. "I should tell you that our next guests will be an all-female group from Chicago. They’re coming due to a recommendation from an all-female group that was here about four months ago. I believe the endorsement was because I had sex with every woman in the group more than once. Assuming that's the case, I expect I'll be expected to perform once again."

"After spending some time in your bed, Jake, I think you're up for the task." Margi reached behind her, wrapping her fingers around his hardening cock. "Speaking of being up… does this staff of yours ever get soft?"

"How could it when I'm so close to such a heavenly body?"

Margi pushed back, allowing his cock to slip inside her cum filled, wet pussy. "Just let me know if you need any help. I can swing both ways and can share the load, so to speak. I much prefer a hard dick, but oral skills work on both sexes."

***

The following day, the women from Chicago arrived. As usual, Bull was waiting for them, wearing his traditional safari gear and holding a large rifle over his arm. Standing by him, Margi asked, "What are you supposed to be… the great white hunter?"

"It's what our guests expect to see," he growled back. "They want to see a safari leader, and that's what I give them."

"What if they want to see the safari leader's cock?" she whispered.

"I make a good living giving my clients what they want."

"Well, save some for me, Jake. I've grown rather fond of your assets."

Without looking at Margi, Bull said, "I'll always be back in my bed before the sun comes up. Feel free to wait for me there." Then, as the women stepped out of their transport, Bull stepped forward. "Welcome to Serengeti Safari Camp, ladies. I am your host, Jake Browner."

Four very attractive women, appearing to be in their mid-forties, lined up and smiled at Bull. He had the distinct feeling he was being examined before being tossed to the lions.

The best-looking of the bunch stepped forward. "I am Laura Tunstall," she said, extending her hand. My companions are Patti Townsend, Erica Ballard and Trish Andrews. We are excited to be here and have you show us your Africa."

Bull pointed toward Margi. "This is my number one assistant and world-class bartender. Believe that you might need some refreshment, and we'll be waiting for you in the main building after you've settled into your cabins. Once we get a little liquor into your systems, we'll give you a rundown on this week's planned activities."

Margi could feel two sets of eyes on her and knew without question that at least half of this group was bi. She offered them a smile and decided this week would be more entertaining than the last.

When they gathered at the bar, Margi was quick to note that all of the women had changed into clothes that showed off their best features. She almost laughed, seeing how these women were wasting no time in flirting with Jake. She guessed that he would select the leader of the group, Laura, for the first night. After that, he'd work his way down the list. Margi quickly discovered which girls in the group were bi, because after talking with Jake for a few minutes, they moved to the bar to speak with her. Margi was quick to let them see that she had fantastic boobs and no bra.

As had happened the previous week, Sethunya, the chef, came from the kitchen offering a tray of appetizers and quickly earned the adoration of the guests.

When Jake sat at the table with his guests for dinner, Margi left them alone, hiding in the kitchen to eat with the chef. She waited until the meal was almost finished before returning to her station at the bar.

Once the meal was finished, the group returned to the bar, and Margi was called on to prepare special drinks. She made sure the drinks were strong, hoping the women would be tired enough to go to bed alone. But she noticed that Laura appeared to be determined to get Jake into her bed tonight. Oh well, Margi thought. I'll be in his bed when he leaves her.

Two hours later, Bull entered his bedroom to find a naked Margi waiting in his bed. He stood at the end of his bed. "You think I've got something left in the tank?"

Margi folded the covers back to expose her naked body. She cupped her perfect breasts, saying, "I don't know. Do you have anything left? If not, I'm happy to go to sleep beside you."

Bull took off his shirt and dropped his trousers, exposing a hardening cock. "I don't know," he said with a grin. "You might be able to coax something out of me."

Margi put her hand over her hairless mound. "Maybe if you let me taste your member, I could decide if you have anything left."

As he walked around the side of the bed toward her, Margi said, "And how was the lovely Laura from Chicago. Did she meet your expectations?" When he reached the side of the bed, Margi sucked his stiffening cock into her mouth and groaned. Letting it slip out, she said, "I can tell right now that Laura is delicious. I may have to try her out myself."

Jake put his hand on the back of her head, pulling her mouth back on his cock. When she began to bob her head back and forth, he put two fingers inside her pussy and began to finger her. "Once we're both satisfied, we're going to sleep," he told her. "Things are going to start early in the morning, and I'm going to have to look alert and eager."

"Yeah," she grinned. "One more hot load of cum and you can sleep. Tomorrow will be a new challenge."

On the second night, Bull moved on to Patti. She was no less attractive than Laura and much more appreciative. She was loud and multi-orgasmic.

While he was drilling Patti, Margi had hooked up with Erica and Trish for a three-way lesbian bout that satisfied all participants.

When Margi got back to Jake's bedroom, he was waiting in bed for her. "How did your evening go?" he asked as he folded back the covers to expose his hard member.

Pulling off her clothes, Margi said, "It went very nicely, but I didn't see one of those." Once she was naked, Margi crawled onto the bed and straddled Jake's member. "I think I need a reminder of how this works," she said while pressing her opening around his stiff cock. Once it was three inches inside her, Margi groaned, "Oh, right. I remember how this works now. Fuck!"

In the morning, Bull took his guests into the Serengeti, leaving Margi at the camp. She inventoried all the booze in the storeroom and compiled an order for what was needed. This was a job Sethunya had been doing and was more than happy to give it up. The two women had lunch together in the kitchen, and Margi learned a lot about the history of the camp and Sethunya's tribe. By the time lunch ended, Margi knew that she and the chef would become close friends.

When the group arrived back at the camp after viewing Africa's wild animals, Bull advised his guests to meet him at the bar and returned to his cabin to freshen up. Stepping into the bathroom, he found Margi in the shower.

"This is almost as nice as finding you naked in my bed," he said while losing his clothes.

"Please," she said with a smile. "Join me and allow me to wash the dust off your cock."

"What makes you think I have dust on my pecker?" he laughed while stepping into the shower.

"Only because I want a chance to get it in my hands," she said with a giggle.

"Is that where you want it?" he asked.

"No, but it's a start," Margi said while pulling him under the streaming water. "Once we get it clean, you may feel free to put it in any place you might enjoy."

Jake turned, wrapping her in his arms. "What if I said I wanted to fuck your perfect ass?"

Her hand wrapped around his cock. "I see that you are ready, and I'd say there's no better place than this to make me scream with pleasure. I like your idea, Jake. Take what you want."

Following a loud and lusty performance in the shower, Jake and Margi had fifteen minutes to lie together on his bed before getting dressed for entertaining his guests.

Margi rolled over, pressing her breasts against his chest. "After taking your jumbo-sized cock in my ass, I may walk oddly."

He grinned. "Is that a rejection of my affection?"

"Not at all," she replied, pressing a breast into his mouth. "I will look forward to a repeat performance. It's been a long time since I've cum that hard." Margi paused before asking, "Which one of the girls do you plan to take tonight?"

"Do you have a suggestion?"

"Sure," Margi said with a smile. "If you have an option, take Trish. She'd multi-orgasmic but tires easily. She'll cum three times and fall asleep. Then you can come home and take care of your horny assistant."

After dinner and a few more drinks, Margi was happy to see Jake leave with Trish.

By the final night of the Chicago group's stay, Bull had taken care of each of his guests at least once. Each of the ladies had thoroughly enjoyed her visit and the time she spent with Bull. Each of them would have tales to tell once they were home.

Thanks to the skill of the bartender, all four of the guests were sent to bed just a bit drunk. Bull helped each one of them undress and drop naked into her bed. He expected they would wake in the morning thinking The Bull had serviced them.

Walking back into the bar area, Jake found Margi cleaning up her workspace.

"You know," he said, walking up behind her. "I've been watching you all night in this clingy slip dress, and I've decided you have nothing on underneath it." He put his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. He picked Margi up and carried her over to the couch. When her feet touched the floor, Jake pulled the slip over her head and smiled at her naked body and hard nipples.

"I was born ready for you, Jake," she whispered. "Are you looking for some cowgirl action?"

"What would you like, precious?"

"I think I'd like to ride your hard cock before I ride your face," she said while unbuckling his pants. "I want you to get me ready before I cum on your mouth. And then you can take whatever you want."

"Do you want to go back to my bed?" he asked.

"No," she told him. "I want it right now." Margi dropped to her knees, pulled his boxers down and took his cock into her mouth. She looked up, smiling, and said, "Let me warm you up a bit first."

There was no one in the large dining area to see or hear them. Had anyone been standing within twenty-five feet of the building, they would have heard cries of pleasure and multiple orgasms from the two of them.

The following morning, Jake and Margi waved goodbye to their guests before returning to the site of their lovemaking the previous night. Margi smiled, looking down at a wet spot on the couch that hadn't completely dried. "What's up next, boss?"

"We have four more weeks booked solid," he replied while picking her up and setting her on a barstool. "I expect they'll be much the same, but then we'll get a break where we won't have to serve hot cock and wet pussy to the guests."

"Does that mean that I'll be the only one getting your sexual attention?" Margi asked.

"Things could happen, but I think the answer to your question is, yes."

"You know, boss, I don't think I've ever had a better job. The fringe benefits are beyond compare."

"If we were in the States, I'd be arrested for abusing the help," he laughed.

Margi kissed him. "Then we should be grateful to be in another country where no one gives a damn about our sleeping arrangements."

Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "The Chicago ladies asked that I pass along a token of their gratitude."

"How nice," Margi said as she unfolded and counted the bills. Grinning at Jake, she said, "I'll split it with Sethunya. All I did was fix drinks, get them drunk and steal the object of their affection."

"I'm tired, love," Jake confessed. "I think a nap is in order."

"Will you be naked while you nap?" Margi asked.

"Of course."

She kissed his neck. "Then I'll join you. You might be horny when you wake."

"Probably before and after the nap."

Margi hugged him. "I hope so."

Edited by ChrisM