" She, Ayesha, swore she loved and her love fulfilled itself in death and many a mysterious way. Yet it was hard to believe that this passion of hers was more than a spoken part, for how can the star seek the moth although the moth may seek the star? Though the man may worship the goddess, for all her smiles divine, how can the goddess love the man? " ― H. Rider Haggard
Departure
She haunted the Commander's every thought... He was empty inside without her and he fell into a deep despair. Only she held the key to the lock that could free the music in his soul. He worshipped every part of her being and longed to make her the center of every man's attention. There was nothing that he was not willing to do to make her see and feel just how truly beautiful she was...
When she decided to leave it was not because of him, though she wanted him to be a part of the adventure she wanted to take. She left because she wanted to be free and unencumbered from the ties that bound her to him so that she could seek out erotic and dangerous adventures free from any commitment. Her only ties to him would be in the letters she would write to him postmarked from the farthest parts of the world and free from prying eyes. Her letters to him she decided would be filled with so much detail that writing them would help her make sure that she stayed focused on every detail of ever encounter and adventure she intended to enjoy.
The thought of the journey to come frightened and excited her all at once. Her bag was now packed with just the barest of necessities a beautiful woman would need. Passports and visas, shots, books her writing journal and stationary were all she needed. As the lovely goddess, dressed in her semi transparent white sun dress that did little to conceal her incredibly sexy body, boarded the plane to Africa, she was met by a statuesque black stewardess who looked at her lustfully and said...
"Hello Ms. Jacqueline, my name is Lola, and your pleasure and happiness on this journey is my gift to you..." Lola looked exactly like the famous ebony porn star Nyomi Banxx,, while Jaye looked like a shorter version of another famous porn starlet, Darla Crane. "Ebony and Ivory" as they would soon call themselves in the afterglow high above the Atlantic.
"Call me Jaye, it's my pen name, that I use and what everyone knows me as. My middle name is Ayesha." she said to Lola with a nervous smile, for she could feel herself drawn to and her insides becoming moist as the beautiful African woman with the lilting French accent and rare blue sparkling eyes looked deep into her own beautiful bright green eyes.
"Mmmm, lovely name. But you remind me of that English actress from "The Deep". Her name was Jacqueline also, though if I may say, you are much more beautiful and sexy. However, on this airline we never call our passengers by their first name. May I call you 'Lady Jaye?"
However, before she could respond, Lola pressed her firm breasts into hers and grabbed her by the waist. She then whispered in her ear, "Ayesha is the perfect name for a white goddess like you, the one my people in Africa have prophesied will someday return, sire an army, and bring peace, love and understanding to our kingdom of Kukuanaland. You look exactly like the drawings of her in our land's sacred texts the explorer Jane Livingstone-Porter found and returned to England during the Victorian era."
Which of course, Lola knew from her boarding pass and the knowledge she had gained days ago when she saw the flight manifest. After which she then made a series of calls back to her homeland and put in motion a plan for Jaye to be the the canary in coal mine to return her father to the throne.
The suddenness of that moment as their breasts met melted Jaye and her knees felt week as she gazed into Lola's eyes speechless, for her last name was Livingstone-Porter and her great great great grandmother was the sister of that famed lost childless Victorian adventurer. In the cramped plane, the sensation of their breasts pressed into one another and the closeness to each other was electric while they gazed deep into each other's soul, forming an unbreakable bond that now made them eternal soul sisters. However, the moment was broken as more people boarded to the plane and Lola led Jaye by the hand toward the first class section of the mammoth but aging Airbus A380 whose destination, Lubumbashi, was in the deepest and darkest part of Africa.
Jaye's mind was whirling with confusion as she was led by the hand toward the front of the plane near where the cockpit was. Her ticket said economy, but why, how and who had upgraded her? When Lola led her to a private state room, she was shocked to see that the first class room had a large seat made for two people.
