This is an offshoot from a chapter in my Indian Sex Club Chp 16. It can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but background character depth will be found by reading the Indian sex Club stories Chp 14, 15 and 16.
Peninah had noticed the missed call that I had sent to her phone while she and the ships cook Onkwani were fucking the Indian woman Anushka. They won and claimed the $5000 prize from the competition I had organized to find which Kenyan sailor could make the middle-aged Indian woman cum the greatest number of times. She had phoned back and after some meaningful small talk, well at least she remembered who I was after a minute or so, I had accepted a personal tour from the Chief Petty Officer of the largest ship in the Kenyan navy: the 280-foot long P3124 Jasiri. The flagship and pride of the Kenyan navy was in Melbourne for 2 weeks before heading to the South Pacific Ocean for joint USA Australia and smaller nation war simulation games. Like a lot of the smaller vessels, she was temporarily based in Melbourne's Westernport Bay while the large warcraft like the 1,100-foot US Navy Carrier Gerald R Ford were too big and therefore were based in Sydney Harbour.
There wasn't much to see on the claustrophobic sized warship and I must admit most of my sightseeing was directed at the full arse of the 35-year-old woman as it was threatening to burst the seams of the white trousers stretched over it and her thighs. But we seemed to connect, and the conversation was natural and flowed and lasted longer than the tour. It was time to go so I played my big card. "You are from Kenya. You must like coffee. How about I buy you one?"
She rolled her wide round eyes and laughed. "Can't you come up with anything less corny? You sound like a 14-year-old asking out someone for the first time."
But it worked and the waitress came to take our order and I was about to say my normal order of a cappuccino. It's my normal order as they all taste the same to me and I know every coffee shop has it. Peninah cut me off. Looking directly at me and not the waitress, she sensuously licked her full lips she said, "Today, for the first time he will try a long strong black and I will have a flat white with extra cream because I that's what I want."
We did the usual Melbourne city sights: the Eureka Tower's 88th floor extending Skydeck which is the highest public viewing platform in Southern Hemisphere at 984 ft with the tower itself is the world's tallest residential structure, a walk along the Yarra River, The Shrine. To be truthful there is not much in Melbourne as most things to see or do are an hour or more away. After lunch in the Vietnamese shopping strip in Richmond and a quick tour of my offices there, another coffee in the Italian dominated Lygon Street, Carlton we ended up in the luxury old style Windsor Hotel.
Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather. I had expected the day to consist of a bit of monosyllabic conversation, then me dazzling her with my sophistication and flashing of presumed wealth. A bit like European nations dealing with American natives really in the early days of discovery. A quick fuck, then never to be seen again. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. But I found she was intelligent and articulate. Far more so than our current average University undergraduate. It was a welcome surprise to me as most of my conversations with women for the past years were in my adequate but basic Vietnamese or their limited English, or recently the inane chatter of sing-song Indian spoken English. On top of that we had a connection; we were interested in the same topics and appeared to have similar views on most subjects. Stupid as it sounds it existed; the same quirky humour, the way a conversation somehow segued to a different yet to us connected point.
Taking a closer look at her, and even though she was in uniform, I found my earlier disparaging thoughts fading somewhat. True, she was not eye-catching like a slim, fine-featured, fashion-conscious. Vietnamese. In fact, she was in her mid-thirties, chocolate coloured, small titted, and had a rounded belly with a measurement probably equal to or bigger than her bust, and was big arsed. Compared to the Indians she was not as soft or flabby, and her hair was shorter and wirier than theirs, but if I matched her to our most recent refugees, the South Sudanese, there were big differences. Even though they were near neighbours in East Africa, the Sudanese after 30 or 40 were skinny-legged, with camel humped arses with either no tits or flopping soft pendulous jugs and round thick-lipped plain faces.
The more I thought the more realized it was her face that captured my attention. The shape, the sensuous lips drew me in. Then there were her eyes; intelligent and alive and they hypnotized me. Finally, it struck me. What made her attractive was that she knew she was a woman. The Vietnamese, by comparison, were acting, dressing up and playing the part expected of them. There were going through the motions of being a 'sexy woman.' She was real.
It was enough for me to use the move. Frank Costanza, George's father in Seinfield had his move: 'the shortstop' where he braked suddenly, put out his arm to protect his passenger and got a feel. Mine was 'the street'. About to cross a street I would see a car approaching. Regardless of the fact that, even if it was a formula 1 racing car approaching, there was no danger of it reaching us I would put my arm around the woman protectively then leave it there.
Peninah had no qualms accepting 'the street' and for most of the day, I had my arm around the Chief Petty Officer. As we walked and visited the sites I found out about the hard life she had lived. She told me what she had suffered: the poverty of her upbringing near Lake Victoria, what she had to forgo in her struggle for education culminating in success at University, her betrayal by her already married fiancé and resultant kidnap and prolonged gangbang rape by a Sudanese gang, the loss of her good Government job due to the Kikuyu hatred of her tribe the Luo, how she has to gain her authority on the ship by outfucking the sailors. And now that after this trip she would be out of the Navy as the Kikuyu had gained the power necessary to purge their rivals from this area of government jobs. I would have given up at the first stage back in West Kenya.
She had mentioned her father was close to the powerful Kenyan Luo political leader Jaramogi Oginga and that she had been born in Japan as her father was at that time a member of the embassy, established in 1979 in Tokyo. My mind is different. It is a database of useless trivial facts. Ask me how to fix a car and I will tell you to take it to a mechanic, but I can tell you the first automobile was made in Mannheim in 1885 by Karl Benz. Not much help if you need me to help get your car working. I heard her say she was born in Japan and my brain went click, click, click and spat out: 'Rule 2. Contestants must be of 25% Asian heritage or born in an Asian country. See appendix C for Asian countries'. It came from the official rules of the All Asian Sexfight Champion Competition and meant that technically Peninah, a black Kenyan, could compete in the event.
Not a bad memory you say as those rules to an obscure competition were written in 1990. But then again, the rules were written by me. In1988 when, on one Uni holiday in Singapore with my best Friend at Melbourne Uni, Four (short for "Four Eyes" as he was a bespectacled Chinese from Singapore), I thought up the idea. After two Sunday visits to the shopping malls where the servants gathered on their Sunday off we had the "All Asia 1988 Sexfight Championship" competitors and some TV rights sold cheaply to a free to air TV station in Italy where anything is broadcast late at night. Four and I had registered the Concept, name and other names that included Asia and sexfight. We were the owners of the Asian sexfight circuit. Sounded good but we actually had lured by the money we offered, 11 Filipina, 9 Indonesian, 4 Vietnamese, 2 Thai and 5 Malay servants all based in Singapore plus Four's girlfriend whom he was trying to dump. The advertising said an All Asia field of 32 who had devoted their lives to being champion.!. Hahaha ..... All but one were hired servants living in a 4 km radius of each other.
On the day 30 of the 32 turned up at the hotel room so we rushed across to the large restaurant opposite to try to get 2 waitresses (unfortunately higher priced than the servants) as they finished the lunch shift to make the field of 32 we needed for the knockout competition. We got one but then the owner heard and to our amazement entered herself. But the event itself was real. Two Filipinas were disqualified for cat fighting during their sexfight, and after a long quarter-final, one Filipina gave her defeated sister the Filipina fist fuck, fisting her arse and cunt as the defeated sister ate her. Again, to our surprise, the last entrant the 37-year-old Singapore Restaurant owner Ong Wee Soo was the victor.
And then it happened. A Japanese tourist in Italy saw a repeat at 3am in the morning. A Vietnamese ex boat refugee, now Singapore Beauty Salon owner heard from her servant, one of the contestants. Ong Wee Soo proudly displayed her cup and Victory photos from all her fights in the event especially her final victory over Thu Nguyen, a Vietnamese servant. We started getting enquiries, mainly from rich Singaporeans who had visited the Restaurant. Six months later we ran the 2nd Championships which saw a knockout system to challenge the titleholder Ong Wee Soo. A fresh and rested Ong Wee Soo easily defeated a tired, drained wealthy Singaporean 45-year-old in a very one-sided disappointing final and she added both more photos to her wall and her idea of the concept of Victory rights as she fucked the Singaporean socialite in front of her friends in her restaurant that night.
I went back to the original format for the 3rd Event six months later where we had more than 32 entrants and only needed to hire 11 servants on a Sunday excursion to make a field of 64, necessary for a working knockout system. This was notable for the winner, a 37-year-old Vietnamese servant Lien Tran beating her employer, a 42-year-old Singaporean Chinese married to a surgeon in the final and showering her in the traditional Vietnamese Piss ceremony. A fluid non settled, and dare I say manipulated draw, enabled this dream final. It was rumoured and later proved correct she took the woman nonstop for 24 hours in every room of the mansion they shared as owner and servant, finishing in the woman's bedroom before an astonished and appreciative surgeon and then finished her sex marathon with him in front of the wife whom she replaced after a messy divorce, thus expanding on Ong Wee Soo's victory rights and establishing the now formalized 24 hour period Victory ownership.
