Oh! Before I forget… "Minàkà! Come here!"
Minàkà came in, his gilded earpiece shining through the shades of gloaming.
Though he lost in the semis and the third place battle, he remained a strong asset.
He's fourth, after all. "My Overlady!" he said, bowing to me.
"We're going to our buffet, come with us!"
"Of course, My Overlady!"
Àngà, D-D and Ìsòn reported back to me, the Crimson Di*k's carmine earpiece ever more radiant across the evening.
Was that an optical trick, or the smoldering warmth of the individual who wears it?
In any case, the olivà's arrival raised my husband's eyebrows.
That brought a smile in my heart.
Oh, you're gonna raise more hairs than that, my love, you can be sure of that…
"We got everyone bank number and their money was wired. But isn't it dangerous to give their yearly salary in one go?" said Dibìé.
"No, it's awesome, actually. That'll push them to work even harder, as they witnessed the potential there is to work under me. It's palpable now, and even more so tomorrow, you'll see. Now, let's go back to the city and eat as well, guys, all right?"
"Understood, My Overlady!" Ìsòn and Minàkà answered, while Dibìé and Àngà nodded.
"D-D, dress me and let's go!" I said.
As soon as I was ready, we drove back to our buffet…
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The buffet's doors opened, a few heads wheeled in our direction, the oily steam of food oozing by the stalls on the horizon.
Seems like we're making an impression here with Àngà and Ìsòn by our side.
Throwing a few glares sent them straight back to their business.
These fools must understand the laws of verticality.
In the not too distant future, they will…
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As my goons picked their trays, two fluttered my way, astounding the patrons nearby.
"Thanks, Asù, you ease my life a bit," Dibìé said as he angled for the Missòlè.
"You're welcome, baby," I replied with a smile, while I flew over my usual suspects to begin with.
Àngà took some fù-fù, a smelly mélange of hard semolina, added some ndòlè over it, then put a slice of yàpò, which is red meat next to it.
Ìsòn took some wùaisôn with a touch of yàpò, dousing them with some bòngòtchòbì, a thick brown sauce oozing pepper out of itself.
Minàkà just filled its plate with soft potatoes and jomba, a steamed dish made of sùé. Very straightforward for a metrosexual guy.
We found a six-person table to sit by the window. As I sat next to D-D this time, I sprawled my legs on his thighs to his amazement, leaving my other tray in the vacant space near Ìsòn.
"I retract what I've said earlier. My life is burdened even more…" Dibìé jokingly said with a shake of his head.
I flicked his left jaw, grinning. "Eat, you fool!" I said as we laughed.
As a few còqì's went down my throat, I sought to know more about my fresh recruits. "So, crimson di*k, what led you to Ambéà in the first place?"
Her wan features let out a tired sigh. "About fifteen years ago, I lived in Mdùmè with my parents and three older siblings. We were poor, but we managed to get by. Trouble came when my mom lost her job, thereby angering the area's ruling gang, Nabàkâ when we failed to pay their exorbitant 'taxes'. Their leader, Bòdjà, had this habit of killing people by littering scalding hot knives buttressed by fire wùsù on their body, which he did to my parents in front of my eyes. This angered my oldest sibling who tried to attack him, but was killed with a shot in the head by one of his henchmen.'
'In the ensuing chaos, my other older brother pulled me out of the action by telling me to run away as far as possible from here, as well as to distrust the cops. I wanted to stay with them, but he created a small diversion to give me some time to escape through the back door. Some gang member managed to wound me but I escaped, vowing revenge.'
'For the next five years, I self trained in the art of knife throwing, so I could kill Bòdjà the same way he murdered my parents. Obsessively, I studied Nabàkâ's headquarters, plotting my payback. That day came by eight years ago when I slipped inside their base and knifed as many as I could, including their boss, before their alarm and the wound they inflicted me forced me to flee Mdùmè due to their ties with the police.'
'I arrived here, hoping things would die down over time, but I was wrong. The day after I arrived here, a bunch of Nabàkâ gang members came to kill me. Weakened, I managed to clip off three of them before they pounced on me. Luck swung my way when Ambéà gang girls intervened, killing the rest, and took me to their place to heal my injuries. Afterwards, I insisted on meeting Bimbè, to thank her for what she did, and pledged loyalty to her shortly afterwards."
I nodded. "I see. All the more reason to fix this universe. Since I intend to build some stuff for you guys, do you have anything you need to foster your hobbies?" I said.
Ìsòn darted a look across the window, a shadow of melancholy spreading beyond her brow. "Well, my family and I used to collect Ìba-Bwalà in our spare time. I haven't done it in years, because it reminded me so much of their loss, but I think I can move on, now. If you could cut a tacking board for me, I could resume this old passion, My Overlady."
"Done, girl. Same question, Minàkà."
Glancing at his tray, he said, "I used to live among Hògò's most expensive penthouses with my parents. My dad was the chairman of a mid-sized shipyard company. All was well until he died in a ground ship crash fourteen years ago. My pebble for-a-head mom, who was a socialite, squandered the rest of our inheritance in gambling and stupid things, forcing us to sell everything we had to pay off her debts until she died a drunk a couple months later, leaving me to fend for myself as my relatives wouldn't take me in since there was a tor of trouble between my parents and them.'
'Petty jealousy if you asked me. Luckily, I'd learned how to use the four elements thanks to a book I bought in the Dark Net when my dad was still alive, so I could quell my occasional boredom, I guess. Homeless, hungry, and raggy, I ambled the streets in search of survival when I encountered Mbopè and a few of his buddies fighting against some members of Dohôtè, a rival gang, and were losing, despite Mbopè protection ngùdis.'
'I guess the rock-solid solidarity he displayed to his buddies during that battle spurred me to help them defeat their enemy, and that's how I became one of Jongèlè's founders all these years ago, teaching them the elements the gang would be remembered for. As for my hobby, well, I love rock balancing, it helps me focus my ngùdis."
"I see, I see. Well, sorry for your losses, you guys, but at least I'll make sure to bring a little more happiness in your lives, alright?"
"Thank you, My Overlady!" They answered with a curt bow.
"You taught them the four elements? You must be a hell of a teacher if Jongèlè rose to that level!" said Dibìé, nodding softly.
"As a matter of fact, I want to become a teacher later on, to instruct and polish the next generation the skills they'll need in the future…" Minàkà said with a soft smile.
I nodded. That made me think… "Then Àngà, why didn't you learn Lùsalùsanè from him before?"
She scratched her head with a hint of embarrassment in her bicolor eyes. "Y'a know, I never thought it important to learn since I danced in the frontlines all the time, and making a killing like crazy. B also wanted me to learn it, but I blew her off. Guess I could've avoided my troubles if I wasn't that arrogant, I'd bet…" she said, then goosed the swell of my husband's butt, who recoiled unaware. A sucking sound left her puckered lips, her dirty paws traveling from his groin to the right curve of his hip. "But D-D…" she chuckled. "Convinced me otherwise," she finished, her leery eyes devouring the pith of my lover's sight.
Gosh girl, keep your hands to yourself!
Just 'cause I've allowed you to fu*k him doesn't mean you get to be touchy-feely like that! Dammit!
He scoffed, but the corner of his mouth smiled. "Please don't say it like I was the main protag on this one. I was a side char who suggested a necessary hand and you readily took it!" he said with a dashing grin.
Her claws wiggled inside his tw*t. "Heck yeah, but your a*s and heat sealed the deal, alright!"
He twisted his lower limbs amidst his chocked moans. "Aggi, not here!" he said between stifled laughs and gasps.
That was enough.
I swatted her hand away from his folds.
And this bastard enjoyed it way too much!
Wait till Minàkà do you in, butthead. "Your needs knows no limits, huh?" I said with a fleer across my face, and an eye upon her boner.
She winked with a giggle between her lips, and a caress across her di*k. "Mmm-mmm, but I know someone who'll meet your needs tonight, amirite?" she nodded toward her sallow friend.
"Definitely, indeed," She replied with a sensual stare between the fold of her vermeil eyes, her lips curving into a small but mysterious smile.
Wait.
Why am I feeling she's got a boner too?
Holy sh*t…
As I replied with a nod and a grin, Minàkà looked away, his brown gaze jealous but defeated as we resumed our meals.
Don't you worry, baby, Your Overlady got ya…
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Let's maintain this shit from now on…
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"Gosh, I ate too much…" Àngà said, touching her bumpy belly.
"That's what happens when a s*x-crazed nàmà tastes good food for the first time in a month…" Dibìé commented.
"Fu*k off, you!" Àngà said, pushing him a little.
We laughed. "Well, we know someone ate pretty lightly today… Is it maybe because the Crimson Di*k is ready to unleash?" I teasingly said to the red-eyed woman.
She gave a mischievous smile. "Indeed, My Overlady. A lady must be aptly prepared to perform the deed…" She answered.
"Very good answer…" I said.
This chick!
"Unlike one Overlady who ate so much she'll be passive during the big night!" Dibìé jibed.
You wait your turn… "Minàkà, it's too bad you didn't win today, you could've had a wonderful night with D-D!" I said.
The olivà scratched the back of his head. "Mmm-mm-mm, I stumbled on a bad stone on that one … and tough competition didn't help me either," he added with a sidelong glance to the tournament winner.
"Oh, I know. But you know what, you're in the top five. So I decided to reward you … by having your way with Dibìé anyway!" I declared with an evil smile on my face.
"What?" squealed Dibìé.
No jeering now, honey? It gets even better yet…
"Is-is-that true, My Overlady? I-I can?" Minàkà said, overjoyed.
My head dipped with gaiety. "Sure you can! And to make sure you succeed, our couples will fu*k near one another! So trust me, you'll have a great night as well…" I said with a reassuring smile. Soon enough, D will moan like a lombìdià.
Dibìé deflated as if his mind was cremated. "Bävaryu Grigändjek!" he blurted with a high-pitched voice, his eyes rolling skyward.
"What the fu*k does that even mean?" I said, frowning as my grin wouldn't disappear.
His eyes came back to earth. "It's elvish for I'm finished, or I'm dead, or you're dead, depending on the context…" he answered.
I snickered. "Oh really? You're into foreign languages as well?"
"… It's a passion of mine…" he trailed off, looking away.
"Then what meant what you said back in the T.M?"
He twirled his pointers together as he pondered his reply. "Oh yes! Gansoufèladjaba… In nuèlka, it means 'who is this person,' or 'you're exhausting' depending on the context, too."
Minàkà raised his hands. "If Mwanèdi Dibìé doesn't want me, I—"
"Don't worry about it, Mimi. He'll warm up to you very quickly. He just needs to be pushed in the right direction, right, baby?" I said with a devious smile.
Dibìé snorted.
Àngà laughed. "Well, well, too bad I won't hear the sound of your a*s Su, but tomorrow is another day. I'm gonna see some friends, good niiiiight!" She said.
"Good night!" we answered, as she skedaddled towards another group.
My attention returned to my three remaining minions. "Let's go towards the river … we'll fu*k there," I said, ready to put a cap on this long day…