The Siege of Abidjan was the finest so far in West Africa…
The streets of Cote d’Ivoire’s capital are shellshocked. And so began the night of the resurrection; the first time the bars and clubs had opened their doors in three months. The troops assemble and march to the bass drum. The air is hormonal. Everybody had been hibernating and now it was mating season.
In the high end venues, the ratio of girls in the nightclub is around 80% and standards are through the roof. Competition is fierce. All of a sudden, the bar is raided by Mexican Pirates! ARGHH!!! (pics coming).
They plunder their African booty with little effort.
As for me… I exchange a few numbers, keeping my options open for who’s cooking the next night. On a side trip to the bathroom, I briefly makeout with a serious little hottie wearing a french maid corset. After that, a bootylicious babe approaches me and tells me to wait outside. She wants to be pillaged immediately. I exit with the girl at my tale, only to find the hottie from the bathroom standing outside. Turns out – both girls are sisters!
Forced to make a choice, the bathroom beauty was too hot to put down (but easy to pickup at just 35 kilos!). I had my way with her while her sister tried to sleep in the same bed – a bizarre scenario, even for me! I saw her watching occasionally. She looked quite envious of her dainty little sister, who was clearly enjoying being railed. The sis I had chosen strangely caught off on the whole thing. She didn’t hold back on the volume and wouldn’t let me stop until the sun came up. At one stage in the night, her big sister even asked if she could have me when she was finished!!! Unfortunately, my girl was in no mood for sharing… but I’m not complaining too much, she was a little stunner!
Showing up just after a civil war is prime time for a cheeky Seige. Good times.