Chapter 27
The Merc's sexy mag tyres squeaked as the new baby in town cruised down the street where jilian had seen Adam and the half-dressed beauties in horseplay.
"This is the crib darling" she uttered to Jason.
"Wow! it's such a fabulous house Jilly" he responded as he slowed down to yard speed so that he could catch a good glimpse of the flamboyant townhouse.
"It seems there are a lot of good houses in Redbury" she added as she roved her eyes around the colourful property.
"I never knew that there was such a big house along this street," he said whilst inclining his head back to gaze at three ladies putting on bum shots and stomach-out tops.
"Hey! You can come!" Signalled one of the queens accompanying her loud hoist with a sensitive and sexually suggestive cue.
"Let's move off here," he said as he disengaged the partially pressed brakes.
The queen who had pointed at her loin as she invitingly cracked her voice at Jason had made a giant step in the direction of the glass tinted Merc. The queens had a knack for tracking every vehicle they saw or heard strolling and raving down that street. The signal by the big bosom loaded harlot in a bikini caught their attention. Not only was she gifted with big breasts, but was as good as any of the other ones whom Thelma had recruited using the same sex appeal template. Having resided close to one of the famous brothels in Greylands, Thelma had a wealth of experience in relation to what made such repugnant businesses tick. She referred to the sex queens as commercial workers and such euphemism had not only invited the respect of the beautiful ladies but also ushered in some leverage of decency to the despicability of their immoral way of survival. Did they care? Nonoo! bitches never care!
"Why is it that most beautiful women waste themselves" asked Jilian as they drove away from the tempting scene.
"I have never seen an ugly lady, not even one, in such establishments" he remarked with a vague conscience of some sort.
"So, you also buy hoes?" she curiously inquired.
"Nope Jilly! by just seeing them lurking around as we walk or drive past such spots" he counteracted.
"They all behave the same, they lure clients by roadsides and some even display their naked bodies at night" he defended himself with a vivid explanation.
"Ummm I have to keep my eyes on you" she said whilst pointing at him in suspicion and distrust.
In all honesty, the ladies whom Jilian had seen including those who horse played with Adam all had inviting and salivating sex assets. She had affirmed that Redbury had its fair share of beautiful ladies. What had boggled her mind was the high level of their quality. Not only were they loaded around he most checked sections of women's bodies, but were also of a phenomenal calibre of hygiene, let alone very enticing to be taken for granted. Most married women in Redbury hated the queens because of their propensity to toy with their husbands. Yellow house queens were a real menace especially to those wives whose sex body language was either weak or still in its infancy. Jilian's register of dislike was somewhat justifiable, but was she not also playing a harlot in disguise? Whatever the perception, there was method in her immoral breach, furthermore, she was also human to need a sex quench, let alone very clean and loaded when it came to what most men prefer for good sex.
Upon dropping Jilian by her gate, Jason drove to his place. He was not going to take time as Jilian had insisted that he returns once done with bathing. It had been a busy day at the site as usual and the scorching sun had aggravated the draining atmosphere.
"You dressed to kill dude, what's going down?" he asked Chris who had already taken a shower and put on new blue jeans' trousers and a black t-shirt.
"Nothing at all, just wanna check on somebody" he responded as he picked his bunch of keys from the washing machine.
"Man, I saw some astonishing half-naked women at the so-called yellow house. For a while, I thought I was driving down the Greylands avenues, those hoes are smart and very good" he went on a long-play transcript of his discovery.
"If only I was not with Jilly, I could have taken a closer look because I couldn't get enough of those hot bitches man" he added.
"So, she had to take you there?" he asked out of curiosity
"I wanted to see what the guys were harping about at the site, and man, what I saw is surreal" he uttered whilst shaking his head as he prepared to also grab a quick refresher shower.
"Alright, let me go" he bade the unrelenting Jason farewell.
"What's going on? Tell me!" he asked as he checked into the bathroom.
"You shall know soon my boss" he replied as he escaped.
"None of my business, I suppose" he uttered to nobody since he had just disappeared from sight.
Jilian was never the kind of woman who casually got carried away at the expense of her business ordeals. The award of the Manburg/Zonex road construction tender meant that preliminaries had to be put in place as a matter of urgency. In the meantime, she had finished taking a bubble tub bath and was waiting for the return of Jason so that they attend to some business appertaining. He was not only a pivotal part of her site managerial responsibilities, but also a very good resource when it came to administrative matters that required some kind of thinktank. As much as she admitted advise, Jilian was a critical thinker who always sieved information before drawing conclusions. They were to charter a detailed project roadmap to be submitted as a plan of activities as stipulated in the terms of reference of the tender documents.
Sine the arrival of the Merc, Jason had somewhat become Jilian's personal driver by default. She had insisted that she felt comfortable and safe beside him as a driver. The Benz, which was said to be more or less his second company vehicle, if not his reward for the multifaced good jobs, was now more or less like Jilly's chauffeured alternative ride. In fact, the Merc had never slept at his place as was the initial declaration. Like any other new vehicle, the Merc had relegated not only the BMW, but the Toyota bakkies in terms of preference. It also made them appear more like a serious couple as they were then always together in it. Not only did that made him one of the frequent township rovers, but also a topical issue with grapevine lovers.
"Is that Manager now living with Jilly?" One of Jilian's inquisitive neighbours had asked aunt Gloria over the drywall.
"I'm not so sure" she had cleverly brushed the rumours off.
Aunt Gloria was never the kind of person who loved grapevine. Ever since she started working for Jilian, she had never befriended neighbours, let alone gotten to put herself in a position of having to talk about matters of such confidence. The recurrent checking in and out of the two together was then no longer a subject of hearsay but observation. The two had also cut off the inhibiting tape to their relationship.
"How has been your day," asked Chris as he sat on the one and only two-seater in Gloria's cottage.
"Hectic and exhausting, feeling much better now" she responded as she moved to sit next to Chris.
Chris's visits had since been officialised, and she had given in to his request to come and see her. It remains to be known whether it was just about seeing her or there was more to it? What never needed a question mark was the fact that she also needed to see him. She always echoed the sentiment that she was not a teenager or an adolescent to seek permission from anyone as regards whom she brought into her life as a lover. Her defiant logic was centred on respect and transparency. Having already exhibited and demonstrated these virtues, Chris's checking in was no longer an intrusion as long as it fell on times that would not interfere with her work responsibilities. He had just done that and the first woman to be in his life after his sad love story was sitting right next to him. Having something is one thing, and knowing what to do with it is another. It remains to be seen if Chris would make the most of being in Gloria's drama-free life or he would misuse the golden opportunity.
The fact that both Jason and Chris had found alternative chill spots rendered their shared residence kind of ceremonial. It remains suspenseful how they would juggle between these two places. Neither was it indicative nor suggestive that the four were going to harmonise idiosyncrasies given the striking disparities in social classes that defined them. In essence, Jason's case was somewhat obscure and tender since he had marital chains to toe and observe, but for Chris, it had fast become a sensational case of Romeo meeting Juliet.