Around the World in 80 Babes
Chapter 10: Water
March 3rd, 2005
St. Helena Bay,
Off the Coast of South Africa
Tammin Sursok lay naked on her back, her breasts heaving into the warm, summer sun. On top of her, English businessman-turned-secret-pornographer Richard Stall thrust himself a little deeper into the young woman’s pussy, grunting as he did so. Richard was far from Tammin’s first lover, but he was certainly the first guy she’d ever fucked within twenty minutes of meeting.
Tammin was a petite little girl, with brown hair and an almost cherubic face. She also had
a talent for blowjobs, and an Australian Accent that added just the right amount of sexiness to her voice. Stall had fallen in lust with the girl almost at once, and even more so when he learned she was famous.
The nice thing about being a wealthy businessman was that you could afford to impress girls right off the bat. Knowing he could afford it without so much as blinking, Stall had rented a yacht and taken the bikini-clad girl out for a cruise. With a little help from some chemical aphrodisiac, young Miss Sursok was riding up and down on Stall’s cock within minutes, all the while being filmed by his hidden cameras.
This was what Stall did, and as of late, he’d been doing very well.
Well, if you didn’t take into account that someone was trying to kill him.
Tammin squirmed a little as Stall hit her G-spot with his cock, and moaned aloud. They weren’t alone on the boat, but for the moment, they were by themselves. Tammin assumed it was due to good luck. Stall knew it was because he’d paid his people to stay out of the way. Couldn’t have fully clothed employees getting in the way of the hidden cameras.
“I’m going to cum,” Tammin whispered, her arms gripping Stall’s as he continued to pound in and out of her.
“Good,” Stall said, pushing even harder. Soon the two reached their climaxes, their panting and moaning in delight caught on microphones not two feet from where they were going at it. Things had more than worked out according to Stall’s plans.
“That was fantastic,” Tammin said a few shot minutes later. The two were still naked, though Stall now lay next to her instead of on top. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“What, have sex?” Stall asked, smiling.
“Not with someone I’ve just met,” Tammin giggled. “I mean, I’ve never even had a one night stand before.”
“First time for everything,” Stall said.
Tammin rolled on to her side. “Is that all I am? A one night stand?”
“That’s entirely up to you,” Stall replied. “I didn’t come to South Africa to find a girlfriend.”
“Why did you come here?” she asked.
“Well, in part of the big Nelson Mandela concert they’re holding on Sunday,” Stall said, honestly. “And in part just to get away. My life in Europe has been increasingly… hectic lately. I needed a break. And this, my dear,” he said as he kissed her forehead, “Has been a very nice break.”
“I came here to visit relatives I barely know,” Tammin said. “I was born here, but we moved to Australia when I was very young. I thought it was time I came back and saw where I came from.”
“And what have you seen?”
She smiled. “A good chunk of the Atlantic Ocean, and one very pleasing penis,” she giggled.
“Well, by all means, let’s enjoy those two some more,” Stall said as he gently rolled her on top of him and penetrated her once more.
* * *
Up above, on a part of the yacht where Tammin and Stall couldn’t see, but they could be watched, two people watched as they started their second round of sex for the afternoon.
Michael Burke was Stall’s limo-driver-turned-bodyguard. Tall, with dark chocolate skin, Burke was an imposing young man from America who seemed blessed with more than a few hidden talents. As one of only four individuals who knew what Stall was doing while he fucked Tammin, Burke felt more like Stall’s friend than his employee.
Next to him stood Marissa Call, a woman with a more mysterious background and a more tentative connection to Stall. Marissa had met Stall through Burke, who’d hidden her in his limo while he was waiting for Stall in France. Marissa, who’s previous jobs included (but were not limited to) prostitution and petty theft, quickly learned of Stall’s effort to videotape celebs and made a deal to get herself out of France. In return for a ticket out, Marissa had allowed herself to be taped having lesbian sex with Penelope Cruz, Laetitia Casta, and Virginie Leydoyen. The tiny blonde girl, also from somewhere in America, may have only been 19, but she knew a good deal when she saw one, and had stuck with Stall, in the hopes that she’d score more celebrity pussy in the bargain.
Right now the two watched as Stall got behind Tammin and slowly worked his rock hard dick into her tiny little ass.
“Lucky bastard,” Burke muttered, shaking his head.
“What’s the matter, jealous?” Marissa responded.
“You bet I am,” Burke shot back. “Stall’s getting all sorts of celebrity pussy left and right, and I haven’t gotten laid in months.”
“Excuse me, I believe I gave you a blow job not five minutes after we met,” Marissa pointed out.
“Unless you’re offering another one right now, sweetie, it don’t count.”
Marissa made a point of eye Burke up and down before shaking her head. “Tempting, but no, not right now. I’ve had my fill of sausage for today.”
“What?” Burke asked. “Who?”
“That’s for me to know, and for you to… well, not know,” She smiled adjusting the tiny yellow bikini bottoms she wore. “I’m going to go sun myself on the front deck. You want to come?”
Burke looked back down at Stall and Tammin and saw young Miss Sursok getting a full load up her ass. Unless they went at it again right now, chances were the show was over. And, if not, then he could always watch it later on tape.
“Sure,” he said. “Why not?”
* * *
March 3rd, 2005
Dock 94, Capetown Port,
Capetown, South Africa
Stall watched as the now reclothed Tammin Sursok waved to him from her taxi before he turned back towards his personal suite on his rented yacht. Burke and Call were waiting for him inside, and his computer was running full video mode with a call from England
“Well, that was fun,” Stall said in greeting as he closed the door behind him.
“And unexpected,” Tom Lambert replied. Lambert was the video genius who came up with the almost undetectable digital cameras that made Stall’s little endeavor work. “We knew of five celebs that would be in South Africa for this little event, but Tammin wasn’t one of them. The fact that you were able to get her helps out a lot.”
“I’m just glad I recognized her,” Stall said. “It’s been a while since I watched any Aussie Soaps.”
“Meanwhile,” Marissa said, “We’re still set to go with this crazy plan of yours if you want to.”
“Why not?” Stall asked. “Have you packed your bags?”
“Yeah. I’ve got a ton a khaki-colored shirts and short-shorts, and some less-than-functioning underwear to go with them. Though, to be honest, I don’t know what woman in her right mind goes on a safari wearing just thongs.”
“The kind who wants to be ready incase she needs to have sex with a bisexual celebrity, that’s who,” Stall said. “When does the plane leave?”
“Six tonight local time. We’ll get there late tonight and the party leaves tomorrow morning bright and early,” Call said. “We’re gone for two nights, hop back on a plane, and get back just in time for the concert.”
“Wonderful. Make sure you’ve got your hidden cameras.”
“Like I could forget.”
“Michael, I want you to stay here,” Stall said. “Keep an eye on the concert site and look out for the guests we expect to get from that.”
“Sure thing, Boss,” Burke replied. “I can even see who else is supposed to be playing. Who knows, maybe there will be another babe or two worth banging.”
“This concert’s pretty big, but I don’t think anyone but our headliners and U2 will really stand out. Still, can’t hurt to look.”
“The Nelson Mandela celebration concerts draw a lot of proactive groups,” Lambert pointed out. “But unless you consider Bono worth banging, I’d say we’re left with but one choice.”
“Tom, how fast can you get stuff to us down here?” Stall asked, suddenly.
“Depends on what you want,” Lambert replied. “Smaller stuff I can get to you within a day. Bigger stuff, that might take longer. Why?”
“Just wondering if we might need an extra set or two of hidden cameras just in case we lose ours during the safari.”
“I’ll send two sets of each – two male, two female,” Lambert said, eyeing Call slightly. Lambert still didn’t trust her, and was only barely keeping his mouth shut about it. “You want them sent to you in Capetown, or somewhere else?”
Stall thought for a moment. “Send one set here to Michael in Capetown, and send the other two to us in Tshabong.”
“Tshabong,” Burke said, shaking his head. “Where do they come up with these names?”
“You’re the one with Africa roots, Michael,” Call muttered from her seat. “You’d think you’d know.”
“Hey, my roots are American, same as yours.”
“Let’s not start a fight here, people,” Stall muttered. “Marissa and I have a plane to catch.”
“You sure you don’t want me along?” Burke asked. “You did just survive an assassination attempt.”
“I’m going on a UN sponsored Africa Safari in the Kalahari Gemsbok National Park,” Stall said. “What could possibly go wrong?”
* * *
March 4th, 2005
Kalahari Gemsbok National Park
On the Border Between South Africa and Botswana
Bright morning sunlight came down from the sky, illuminating the tall grass around the touring van. There was a rather large contingent of people around this one van – almost twenty of them guards from the Botswana militia. Normally, this much protection wouldn’t be called for, but recent uprisings lead by the Tswana rebel, Zico Nures, had seen a lot of heavily-armed poaching going on in the previously peaceful National Park.
Poaching any of the animals on these grounds was illegal, but the fact that Nures claimed he was doing so for political reasons made things even worse. Most of the Tswana men who followed him barely made livings working in mines down in South Africa before migrating North to Botswana for a few months. This meant many of them were disillusioned and desperate, leading them right into Nures’ grasp.
Which, of course, was why the UN sponsored Safari was going on in the first place. Lambert had managed to get Stall on the invite list, and Stall had brought Marissa as his guest. Most of the other non-security people were either UN ambassadors or businessmen with interests that worked in the area.
With one, crucial (to Stall, anyway) additional person along.
The guide for the trip was a middle-aged Botswana official by the name of Obadiah Emru, who claimed he’d forgotten more about the Kalahari Gemsbok National Park than most people ever learned. Considering the tale he told of a pair of bank robbers foiled by a lioness guarding her cubs, Stall was inclined to believe just about anything Emru said.
Emru had insisted on everyone being up and running early, and now, as light shone down, the three touring vans and two security jeeps made a leisurely little trip through the quasi savannah grasslands. This left both Stall and Marissa more than a bit jet-lagged. Marissa lay half asleep on the seat next to Stall, barely able to keep her head up. Stall took half a second to admire the tight, form-fitting khaki outfit his newest employee had chosen to wear before looking over at his real target.
UN Envoy and general busy body Angelina Jolie wore an outfit not unlike Marissa’s – green khaki in color, it consisted of short-shorts and a button up top that clung to Angelina’s impressive breasts like a glove. Her nipples poked out from beneath them, making Stall wonder if the star’s impressive breasts needed the support of a bra – because she certainly wasn’t wearing one right now.
Surprisingly, Angelina and Marissa were the only women on the trip. Stall had figured this would be the type of assignment handed off to young, female diplomatic aides, but it seemed that, instead, this was to be a primarily male trip. Might make things tougher, but, then again, both he and Marissa had Lambert’s watches on. A little chemical intoxicant would go a long way towards getting the notoriously kinky Angelina into bed with Stall. And, if not Stall, then maybe Marissa.
The tour continued for another hour or two, during which time, Stall saw an awful lot of nothing. Emru was blabbing on about some animal or another – Stall had lost track which – and Marissa had woken up with what she claimed was a mild headache.
Angelina was towards the front of the bus, looking for all the world like she was fascinated with Emru’s descriptions of just about everything. She’d looked back at everyone else maybe twice, and never so much as blinked in Stall’s direction.
The two outriding jeeps kept a good pace around them, but when Emru finally called for a stop near what was supposedly a popular animal watering hole, they came crawling back in, the guards getting out to protect the VIPs. So far, Stall was anything but impressed.
“I thought this was supposed to be a watering hole?” Marissa muttered, pointing towards the small, crystal clear lake lined with scrub bushes and a few defiant trees. “Where are all the animals?”
“It’s mid morning,” Emru said, coming up behind them. “Animals water at dusk or dawn, but rarely in the heat of day. Too dangerous.”
“From what, predators?” Stall asked.
“Only man stalks in this bright sun, Mr. Stall,” Emru said with a smile. “Believe it or not, most of the animals here are worried about the heat.”
“Huh,” Stall muttered as Emru lead a group of dignitaries down towards the water. Marissa followed, but Stall hung back. It was probably time to check in with Burke back in Cape Town, or Lambert up in London…
“I can’t quite figure you out, Mr. Stall.”
Stall turned to see Angelina Jolie approaching him, her hips swaying slightly as she approached him.
“Figure me out?” Stall asked, fingering his watch slightly. Hopefully, he’d get a chance to shake her hand…
“Well, for starters, you most certainly aren’t a diplomat,” Angelina said, stopping ten feet away from him. “While you’re a business man, you aren’t related to any local operations. And somehow, I doubt you’re looking to invest in anything around here, considering how bored you’ve been on this whole trip.”
Stall smiled and took a few steps towards her. “Perhaps I’m here on a pleasure trip.”
“And I’m sure all the pleasure you’re getting is from that little strumpet you brought with you.” Angelina smiled at him. “She’s got a lovely ass. Does she let you fuck it?”
“Marissa and I aren’t lovers,” Stall protested.
“Really?” Angelina said. “A shame. She looks wonderfully flexible.”
“Not as flexible as you, I’d imagine,” Stall said, trying to regain control of the conversation.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Angelina said, flashing him a seductive smile.
“And how would I go about getting to know that?” Stall asked. He’d moved closer now, not four feet from Angelina now. He could almost feel the swell of her breasts straining to break through her shirt. God, those were impressive breasts.
“You, my dear Mr. Stall, never will,” Angelina said with a smile. “Now, your lovely little companion, on the other hand, might be able to tell you tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow morning?” Stall asked, confused now.
“After I fuck her brains out tonight,” Angelina replied. “Or would that be a problem for your little non-lover?”
Stall smiled. “I think she’d actually enjoy that quite a bit,” Stall said.
Angelina’s eyebrows shot up, but did little more. She smiled one last time at Stall and wandered down towards the watering hole. Stall watched her go, admiring her ass, and wondering if Marissa really was going to get lucky when the sun goes down.
* * *
Sundown was still twenty minutes off, but the small caravan had stopped for the night, not too far from another watering hole some thirty miles away as the crow flies. The plan called for the tour to camp out in tents for the night, and Emru had spent a good hour instructing everyone on how to set up their tents. The guards were still doing most of the work, and while Stall had originally thought that Marissa would be sharing his tent, she’d been given a much more enjoyable offer.
“You are so lovely,” Angelina said as Marissa closed the flap to Angelina’s tent, zipping it up behind her.
“Why, thank you, Angelina,” Marissa replied, trying to add just the right amount of southern American accent to her voice. She had spent some time down south when she was younger, and knew that both men and women felt you were an easier target sexually if you spoke with that drawl. “I’ve always thought you were one of the most beautiful women alive.”
“You flatter me,” Angelina said, slowly moving closer to Marissa. “I’ve been with many beautiful women in my time, all of them more beautiful than me.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Marissa said as Angelina came within inches of her.
“What, that I’ve been with women?” Angelina asked, her large, luscious lips mere inches from Marissa’s.
“No,” Marissa whispered, pressing herself closer to Angelina. “I find it hard to believe they were more beautiful than you.”
Angelina smiled. “Oh, I like you,” she said,
“And I want you,” Marissa said, kissing Angelina. The movie star kissed back with a ferociousness Marissa hadn’t experienced in years. Without breaking the kiss, Angelina practically ripped open Marissa’s top, exposing the lacy black bra underneath. Marissa’s nipples were hard, and Angelina dropped to her knees to suck one of her breasts into her mouth, making Marissa swoon. The small pendant camera between her breasts caught the image almost perfectly as Angelina practically swallowed the entire breast, lacy bra and all.
“Oh, god, yes!” Marissa moaned as Angelina undid the snaps on her shorts and started fondling Marissa’s clit through the very sheer thong she wore. Angelina was moving fast – faster than even Marissa usually moved. She knew guys could get it up and get it off fast, but women usually preferred to extend this kind of thing.
Not that Marissa was complaining. Angelina had shoved Marissa’s shorts down just enough to expose her entire pussy. Not wasting any time, Angelina yanked Marissa’s thong aside and dove her lips down over the blonde’s pussy, sucking and licking like a mad woman. Marissa swooned again, feeling her legs go weak.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the tent – a bang, followed quickly by another, and another.
Angelina’s lips came off Marissa’s clit, and suddenly, they both heard yelling and screaming.
“What the hell?” Angelina asked. Marissa quickly started getting redressed.
And that was when the knife came through the fabric of the tent.
Marissa screamed, and Angelina pushed the young blonde behind her, standing protectively in front of her. The knife sliced through the tough fabric and suddenly three very tall black men pushed themselves into the tent.
Marissa screamed again.
The men yelled at the two women, pointing guns at them.
“Stay calm,” Angelina said.
“What are they saying?” Marissa asked.
The men yelled at them and grabbed Marissa by the arm, forcing her down to her knees and pointing a gun at her head.
“I’d say they’re telling us to shut up,” Angelina muttered. In response, the men forced her down to her knees, too.
Quickly, the women were stripped of valuables – watches, earrings, necklaces, and wallets were all thrown into a bag, leaving the girls with barely the clothes on their back. From the way some of the men were looking at them, Marissa wondered how long that would last.
Angelina and Marissa were hauled up on their feet and lead out of the tents. Around them, the campsite was a mess. All the other tents were ripped and torn, many bloodstained. Several bodies littered the ground, most of them the guards who were supposed to protect the safari. The sun was going down over the horizon, casting an eery, blood-red pale over everything, like some kind of nightmare.
The girls were hauled across the ruined campsite to the edge of the water hole. There, a tall black man stood arguing with Emru. Neither the newcomer, or Emru looked pleased, and despite the different language, there was no mistaking that they were quite upset with each other.
“What’s going on here?” Angelina demanded as the two girls were forced to their knees before the two men.
The taller man looked at her, then at Marissa, and finally back to Emru. He smiled, pulled out a pistol, and put one quick round through Emru’s temple, killing him instantly. Marissa screamed as the former tour guide’s body splashed into the watering hole.
“Just a little disagreement,” the tall black man said in perfect oxford English. “Mr. Emru seemed to think he deserved a far better price for betraying you all to me. In the end, he seems to have gotten what he deserves.”
“What are you going to do with us?” Angelina asked.
The man shook his head. “Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zico Nures. I am the leader of the Tswana Liberation League. We seek equity between the Tswana and the capitalist overlords in Johannesburg and Cape Town. Just because apartheid is gone discrimination is gone. It is quite real in South Africa, and I intend to rip it out.”
“What are you going to do with us?” Angelina asked again. “Kill us?”
“Never,” Nures said vehemently. “We do not kill women and children.” He looked at Marissa for a moment. “You, young one, might qualify as both.”
“Please don’t hurt us,” Marissa said.
“That I can’t promise,” Nures said. “I need you two as leverage. I cannot harm the one I need to influence, so you two will have to do. I’m afraid you’re in for a very harsh time.”
“You said you wouldn’t kill us,” Angelina muttered.
“And I wont,” Nures said. “But, when my men are done with you, you may wish I had.”
There was a commotion behind the girls, and suddenly Nures smiled.
“Ah, here’s the man I need to influence. The English Ambassador himself.”
A man was thrown to the ground next to the girls, his face actually landing in the water. He’d been stripped of most of his clothes, leaving him in white boxers and socks.
Angelina gasped, and Marissa felt herself go weak.
“Ambassador,” Nures said, leaning down and grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck. Lifting him out of the water, he looked the man in the eyes. “You are going to give me everything I want.”
And with that, Nures dropped Richard Stall back into the water at his feet.
To Be Continued…