He smiled. He now knew I was aware of his trick. Most men trigger arousal in that way during a dance with ladies, and in that way, a lady will either vex or drag them to bed, having been badly aroused.
"I've always heard of him and seen him on the TV, but this is my first time meeting face to-face with him."
I sounded like I was admiring the military chief who had already taken two other ladies in replacement of me.
"That still doesn't help the fact that he is old and no good for a young lady like you," Yapi said.
"What will your father say if he learns that his beautiful daughter passed a night with the general?"
I stopped the dance with him. Everyone knew my father, he is one of the big wigs, and I was in line to succeed him, but it's quite funny how I chose politics and philanthropy rather than dangling in business.
"At this point, I'd like to be excused," I said humbly.
"If you don't mind." He said in response.
"Restroom," I said with a smile. "Where is it?"
"Should I escort you to the restroom?" he asked.
"You don't have to, Honorable." I declined with a full brown smile on my face.
"I will ask the servants to show me to the restroom. Keep on with the fun."
I walked off from him.
"Hey, restroom?" I asked one of the female servants.
"That way." The lady showed me to a door.
"Thank you."
I turned and saw Yapi still looking at me. Who knows what was going up and down in his unseen mind? He might assume I had grown too wet to continue the dance. Who knows?
***
The restroom was without any other occupants. Maybe none of the women in the party was yet pressed with what they must have drunk. I made it into one of the cubicles and shut its door, then, I fished the phone I had stolen from the general's pocket.
I had worn silk pants for a reason, and the long jacket, was for a reason, too. I raised my pants and slipped the phone in the tight band I wrapped around my leg.
It might have the answer to what we seek, the secret military base where two agents of our secret society were held captive.
"Is anyone here?" someone asked from outside.
"Yeah, but not in the rest of the cubicles." I flushed the water cistern after delaying a little and came out of the cubicle.
"Hello." The lady outside the cubicle said. "You are Sita, the popular lady on the internet, helping the poor in big rural areas. You know most times I worry for you little girl, because those bandits and terrorists in those remote areas won't be kind if they get their hands on you. And by the way, I assume you know me, I am the minister for information, and I'm really glad to see you. I hope very well you speak English aside from French. Am I bothering you?"
She had just so much to say.
She was drunk to the core, but something seemed funny. She seemed to have been dragged to a corner by another drunk person, because her gown was still raised, and there was cum on her lap.
"Sorry, I'm out of the toilet, you can go ease yourself," I said kindly and walked away from her.
"Okay, Si…Sita, right?" she asked.
"Oui, monsieur le minister." I said in French.
Back in the hall, the dancing was now at its peak, and many of the guests were already babbling. It seemed the meeting was already over before I came, because, what the heck is this?
I made for a seat, but not without Yapi joining me.
"Is this a political meeting?" I asked curiously.
"I knew you would ask that question, Sita." He answered. "It's no big deal here, I just wanted you to come see what it means to be part of the winning party."
I looked around the room. Everyone was happy with one thing or the other. All manner of rich eatables had been served, and the jolly good fellows were having a real good time. I remembered the minister of education in the restroom.
She had a good time with the man that dragged her to the wall and gave her the quickie that lashed that cum on her lap, a thick and white paste of cum.
"Les perdants ne pournt jamais avoir un tel luxe." His voice was now hoarse with the stress of dancing, talking, and drinking wine with that silky taste.
I smiled and relaxed in my seat. I don't need anyone to introduce me to luxury, so, I was sure he was merely introducing me to the joy of being advantaged in a society where most people are far from fair.
Abidjan as a city has no problem, but the remote neighborhoods far from Abidjan were in a mess, and these people are the men and women who should come to their aid and end their suffering.
"Here are the most important people in Cote d'Ivoire." He said with a proud smile.
"You will have the chance to mingle with each of them, know them better than anyone does and ride high above obstacles."
He sat up, his eyes looking me in the face like he was set to confront me about something odd.
"If you join our party, you will have all the connection, all the sweet life, all the victories, all the powers you wish for." He uttered.
His words sounded like the biblical temptation of Christ. The devil himself must have come to me in the guise of a man, and now, he is promising me all I can ever wish for, but the big bad thing is I don't wish for those, I wish a better life for my people.
"Do you like dancing?" I asked.
"I'm tired." He replied.
"We will speak later." I stood up.
"I need to dance in the club."
"That's local and lousy." He snapped.
"No one in that massive club with all those people in it will know it's me in the club." I retorted.
"When exactly will you dish out a response to my offer?" he asked.
"You will soon hear from me, Honorable." I smiled and scurried off.