Part 2, Chapter 5, of RFV.A Chapter by Danny ZilFIVE When Roger came to a few minutes later he
sat up groggily and looked round. Big Lucas, the crowd and the choir had
drifted over to a large hut where a booze and ganja fuelled party was just
starting, accompanied by some booming reggae music. “Hey man, let me helps you up,” Hub Cap
offered, extending a hand. “Why thank you,” Roger said, taking his
hand and pulling himself to his feet. “So what’s your name then, bro?” Hub Cap
asked. “Roger White, Fleet Pilot,” Roger told him. “Roger White Fleet Pilot,” mused Hub Cap.
“Kinda long name, ain’t it?” “No no, I think you misunderstood. My
name’s Roger--” Hub Cap laughed, displaying two rows of
piano-key-white teeth. “Only jivin wit you, my man,” he said. “Nice to meet
you, Roger baby. They call me Hub Cap.” Hub Cap was in his early twenties and late
teens. He had braided black hair which fell to his shoulders, bounced back and
settled just under his ears. He was wearing faded jeans and a multi-coloured
t-shirt. Round his neck was a gold necklace which had a small silver hub cap
dangling from it. “Used to steal them when I was a kid,” explained
Hub Cap, pointing to the hub cap. “That’s why they calls me Hub Cap.” “Pleased to meet you,” Roger said politely
then looked apprehensively towards the partying crowd. “I say, are they really
going to execute me?” he asked. Hub Cap caught the worried tone. He threw a
consoling arm round himself then realised his mistake and threw it round Roger.
“Hey Roga, my man!” he said cheerfully. “Don’t you be worryin bout no
execution. You leave it wit Hub Cap. He’ll fix things for ya.” “Really?” Roger asked, brightening. “Well
that’s jolly decent of you, Hub Cap. You’ve taken a weight off my mind.” “That’s cool then, bro. So let’s you an me go
an check out Uhuruland.” Roger and Hub Cap strolled off, away from
the party towards the small village. There were about fifty round huts which
had been built along the bank of a wide river. The huts were simple, with baked
mud walls and straw roofs. “This village for the bruthas an sistas who
wants to stay close to natcha,” Hub Cap explained as they strolled along. “Natcha?” Roger queried. “Oh you mean
nature?” “That’s right, bro " natcha.” “The huts look pretty basic,” Roger
remarked. “Oh they is but that’s how the bruthas and
sistas likes it,” Hub Cap told him. “Furtha down the riva we gots a small town
where the regula folks live.” “Well I hope they keep regular,” Roger
remarked wittily but Hub Cap didn’t laugh. As they wandered on they came to one of the
huts which had a ‘FOR SALE’ sign in front of it. Two men were standing near it
and were obviously in the middle of bargaining. “So, can we go over and listen to these
chaps discussing the sale of the hut?” Roger asked. “Shua,” Hub Cap replied. “I knows the bros.
They won’t mind us liss’nin in.” They strolled over and Hub Cap saluted
them. “Good day my man Raymond and my man Jimbo!”
he called. “Hi Hub Cap. Hi Whitey,” replied Raymond. “This hea is Roga,” Hub Cap told them.
“Mind if we lissen in?” “Shua,” said Raymond “That’s what this
sketch is for.” Raymond and Jimbo turned back to each other
and continued bargaining. “So like Ah was sayin, Ah’ll gives you
three hundred for it,” said Jimbo. Raymond shook his head. “You shua are
shittin me, bro,” he said. “Ah’ll take seven.” Jimbo laughed. “Seven my a*s! Four.” Raymond turned and looked at his hut then
leaned against the ‘FOR SALE’ sign. “This a fine piece of work,” he told Jimbo.
“Built it wit ma own hans. Ah’ll take six.” “ “Five. An dats final.” Jimbo sighed and nodded. “ Raymond grinned and he and Jimbo shook
hands. Jimbo produced the money and Raymond trousered it. He then turned to the
tall wooden post which held the ‘FOR SALE’ sign and started pulling it up.
Jimbo helped and with a bit of effort, the post was freed from the ground. “Sure is a beauty,” Jimbo said, admiring
the post and sign. Raymond nodded agreement. “Shua is. Five
hundred a fair price for it. Took me weeks to make it.” Roger turned to Hub Cap, mouth open. “But I
thought they were selling the hut!?” Hub Cap just grinned. “So what you needin the sign for anyways,
Jimbo?” Raymond asked. “What you sellin?” “Elvira,” Jimbo replied. “Elvira!? You sellin Elvira!?” Raymond
said, amazed Jimbo nodded. Raymond whistled. “Man, that Elvira got
some lovely t*****s on her.” “Lovely big t*****s,” Jimbo added. Raymond nodded in agreement. “Yeah, they
sure is.” “I just love runnin ma hans round them big
t*****s,” Jimbo went on. “Mmmmhhhh!” agreed Raymond. Hub Cap laughed. Remembering his recent
episode with Amanda’s balloons, Roger flushed. “So what in the hell you sellin Elvira for,
man?” Raymond asked. “Well she started shittin all ova ma ganja
patch,” Jimbo told him. “Yeah?” Jimbo nodded. “Her an them otha goats. Hell
if they ain’t shittin in it, theys eatin it!” Raymond and Hub Cap laughed. Since Roger
didn’t know what ganja was, he didn’t. “Hell, them goats just lyin round stoned,”
Jimbo went on. “Elvira ain’t eatin no grass. Her big t*****s “Yeah, it real nice,” Raymond agreed. “You
ever try it?” he asked Roger. “Ah no, can’t say I have.” “You drop by ma place then, bro,” Jimbo
told him. “Got me some stored.” “Why thank you,” Roger said. Jimbo grinned, picked up his ‘FOR SALE’
sign and strolled off. “Catch y’all lata,” Hub Cap said to
Raymond. Raymond waved and turned back towards his
hut as Roger and Hub Cap strolled on. “We gots us a school up hea,” Hub Cap told
Roger. “Maybe y’all likes to check it out?” “Why certainly,” Roger replied, hoping he’s
said the right thing, as he hadn’t fully understood what Hub Cap had meant. As they wandered on, Roger glanced back.
Raymond came out of his hut with another ‘FOR SALE’ sign, walked over and
planted it in the hole where the first sign had been then sauntered back into
his hut. “Down hea, this is whea the school is,” Hub
Cap said, indicating a path which led away from the huts and into the forest on
the other side. As they strolled down the path they could
hear children chanting some lessons and soon they came to a clearing where the
school had been built. The school was another simple half-open round
hut with some desks and chairs in front of it. The class of “So all of these children have a speech defect?”
Roger asked. “You gots it, bro,” Hub Cap replied. “Let’s
lissen to what teacha’s teachin em.” “Okay,” Roger agreed, grinning. “Tidy piece of a*s, the teacha,” Hub Cap
remarked waving at her. Teacha smiled coyly and waved back. She was
indeed, as Hub Cap had noted, a tidy piece of a*s. Her straight brown hair
framed a small but perky face. A tight gold t-shirt clung to her small but
perky breasts. A tight black mini skirt clung to her small but perky legs. She turned back to the class. “Now repeat
after me,” she said, “I puck, you puck, he she it pucks!” “I puck, you puck, he she it pucks!”
chanted the class. “Good. Very good,” Teacha praised. “I certainly wouldn’t mind pucking you!”
Hub Cap muttered. Roger, understandably, frowned. Hub Cap held up his hand. “Hey Teacha,
minds if I sees you home afta class?” The children giggled. Teacha smiled and nodded and carried on
with the lesson. “Now class repeat " Hey mothapucka, go puck youself!” “Hey mothapucka, go puck youself!” chanted
the class. “…go f**k youself!” a lone voice yelled,
out of sync. As one, the class drew in their “Who said that?” asked Teacha. “Who say
‘f**k’ instead of ‘puck’?” “It was Horace!” a small female grass
volunteered. “Horace, come to front of class. As Teacha gave Horace a lecture, Roger
turned to Hub Cap. “I say, I thought the purpose of this class was to correct
speech defects,” the astute one said. “These children don’t seem to have
any.” “Na. You gots it wrong, man,” Hub Cap
explained. “This is to give the kids speech defects. Lots of us culurd
folks got speech defects. Aint’s you noticed?” Roger shrugged. “Well…sort of,” he muttered,
not wishing to insult the chap who had kindly offered to save him from
execution. After Horace was suitably chastised, Teacha
announced that the class was over. A shrill cacophony of totally unnecessary
noise immediately arose from the delighted children and they dashed off back
towards the village. Hub Cap grinned. “Got me some business to
attends to,” he muttered to Roger. “You wait hea for me.” He grinned again and
strolled up to Teacha. He
did a little dance round her, she laughed and arm in arm, they strolled off. Roger sighed then strolled round the empty
classroom and sat at one of the chairs. “How ridiculous,” he muttered.
“Actually giving children speech defects…’Hey mothapucka, go puck youself!’” he
mimicked then shook his head. “Psst! Psst! Psst!” a female voice psst’d. Roger stood up and glanced round. “Psst!” she psst’d again. Then he saw her. Leaning out from behind a
tree. Beckoning. She stepped out a little and Roger could see she was partially
naked. She stepped out further and Roger could see she was completely
naked…apart from silly pair of flat black shoes. Roger generously forgave this
fashion blunder and concentrated on the rest of her. Thick lustrous black hair fell to her
shoulders. Two magnificent tits pointed dark inviting n*****s at him. The
sunlight trickled down a Instantly, Roger felt something stirring in
his trousers. He glanced down but it was one of the schoolchildren going
through his pockets. “Shoo! Shoo! Get away!” Roger ordered and
the child scarpered. Roger stared at the nude beauty again. She was
rather fabulous. Nudey beckoned to him again. “You like give
me puck?” she asked seductively. “Good…hard…puck?” Roger swallowed. Remembering the lesson the
children had just received, he mumbled a translation to himself…”You like give
me good hard f---!” Instantly, Roger felt something stirring in
his trousers. He glanced down quickly lest the young pickpocket had returned
but the stirring was himself starting to tent. Beauty saw the beast. Nudey grinned and
turned back into the forest. Roger eagerly followed. Nudey moved easily through
the lush forest and the sunlight dappled on her smooth velvet skin. Roger
couldn’t take his eyes off her a*s. The sexy way it rippled and quivered as she
walked. But Nudey let go the rope and the animal wandered off. She turned and beckoned again. “Come, I
need good hard puck. Can you give me puck?” she asked throatily Roger nodded eagerly. She strolled on.
Roger and his expanding tent followed. Somewhere ahead Roger could hear the low
hum of a generator and immediately he imagined air-conditioning. An
air-conditioned hut where he and Nudey would have a good hard puck. His tenting
increased. Nudey turned and smiled at him again then parted
some bushes and went through. Roger followed and frowned at what he saw. Ice. A
small ice pitch with a small set of goals at one end. The humming emanated from
an ice machine. Nudey bent and picked up two ice hockey
sticks and handed one to Roger. Then a small round black object. “Puck,” she told him. “For ice hockey.” She
slid off on her Roger stared disbelievingly at the puck.
The realisation that he wasn’t going to get pucked suddenly dawned and his tent
began deflating. Rapidly. “Give me puck!” Nudey called. Roger dropped it to the ice, swung his
stick and angrily whacked it across to her. She trapped it expertly with her stick and
slid towards the goal. In a mixture of beautifully wobbling tits, jiggling arse
and sun-kissed thighs, she whacked the puck into the back of the net. “I score! I score!” she yelled, jumping for
joy. “I don’t!” muttered a disconsolate Roger. Nudey retrieved the puck and hit it back to
him. “Give me puck again!” she called. Roger threw down his stick. “Oh…puck off!”
he muttered and turned back into the forest. © 2012 Danny Zil |
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