General

The walkway was long, there were rooms attached at both left and right walls, so, we walked past a couple of doors, and a couple of sexual and drunk screams while we passed. The club has a brothel and a VIP, I guess.

He led me into the lift and chose the third floor. The lift took us up, and just in a few seconds, we were on the third floor.

Two men in suits were guarding the floor, they were armed to the teeth and were probably the ones I should present the card to.

"Here we go." The man said. "Show them your card and head on to the hall for the meeting."

I nodded and walked out of the lift. The lift door went shut with the man in it and went down while I ambled to the man whose body was masked with a suit and their eyes with tinted glasses.

"Your invitation, ma'am?" one of them demanded.

"Here." I presented the card.

They took the card from me for a quick assessment, but while they were busy with my card, my eyes were busy studying the third floor, in case there was a need to apply my KGB skills.

I'm not KGB by the way, but the skill is theirs, having been coached by one of their agents.

"Sorry for the delay, ma'am." Said one of the guards. "This way, ma'am."

He showed me the way. I obeyed, and soon, we were both in a pretty hall with quite expensive furniture, and expensive music coming softly from the gramophone which wasn't a gramophone.

It was rather a modern sound system designed like a gramophone just for the thrill and that stuff, you only find with the rich.

"Here we go, ma'am." The guard pointed at a lady who approached me with a platter of tags.

"Good evening, ma'am." The lady pinned a tag to my dress without waiting to hear me speak my piece. "Welcome."

My eyes darted towards the men and women dancing to soft francophone music in the center of the hall, holding to each other, male and female, like the nobles of 1800 France.

"Look who we have here." Said a military chief who had a glass of wine trapped in the grip of his fingers. "Sita Kouassi, a new member of the forum."

I smiled at the chief, he was supposed to have retired and had clocked the age for retirement, but who would retire a man whom the ruling party spared for control's sake? At least, an older fellow who had seen the crooks and crannies of an odd and good life would always be a better option compared to the young officers.

"Hello, general." I returned his gesture and offered him a hand to kiss.

He kissed it and held it a little longer. He was indeed old, but his hand was still strong enough to reap my arm off if he wished.

The hands that had held guns throughout the years of bloody war, which of course were a thing of the past now.

"Who invited you over?" he asked, his face a smiling one, and his eyes weak with age and alcohol.

"I did." came Yapi's voice.

We both spurned and met Yapi. He also has a glass of wine in the grip of his fingers, and he seems to have been dancing all the while.

I smiled and looked around to find his wife, but lo, his wife wasn't there, in fact, none of the wives of the men in the room was there, and the women, none of their husbands were present.

"You invited the great philanthropist as you promised." Said the general. "It's such a wonderful thing, but you should let me have a moment with her."

Yapi laughed. The greedy general must have thought in his mind that I might be his meal for the night, but I wasn't agitating. If anyone was important at the moment, I guess the general is far more important than Yapi.

"Come on, general, there are too many ladies wishing for you," Yapi said with a warm smile. "Sita is here for induction."

Induction? We didn't discuss that, but whatever it is, I'm in.

"I know, you said all that already, and you were worried she might turn down your offer to be part of the night's event." The general gripped a little hard on my hand which was still in his possession. "Isn't it?"

Yapi nodded his head and passed his drink to a servant who was walking around, collecting empty glasses.

The last time I was at this sort of party, many shameless elites were far too busy getting drunk and breaking plates and glasses.

"I know you have a knack for pretty women General, and almost every woman including Sita wants to be with you, but at least let me show her around for a while," Yapi said with a kind voice.

The general looked me in the face and smiled. "Do you want to go with him, or do you want to go with me?"

His breath smelt of red wine, but the color of his teeth wasn't as good as what he took.

Old age and caffeine have done his dentures great color damage.

"It's all business at the end of the day." I slipped my hand off from his. "I'll get back to you, general."

"Okay." The general knew he had lost to Yapi.

Yapi took me by the hand and led me into the big circle of dancers. It was a clear picture of a noble ball called by Yapi himself.

We danced, he was good with the man and lady dance, and his hands were good at slipping off the waist and gripping the robust muscle of my ass.

His eyes were also good in pretense, but I said nothing because I was busy with a lot, face marking, and many more things.

"The general wants to have you in his bed tonight." He whispered shamelessly, and once again, his hand slipped off my waist and gripped my lower behind. I scuffed and corrected his mistake.