Hey everyone, this is the first part of what I hope will be a long series. If you're looking for sex, you're at the right place. If you're looking for sex on the first page, I'm afraid you won't find any. I promise that there's sex, even in this chapter, and it'll only get hotter and more deviant with new chapters. But for now, I need to set the stage a bit and I hope you will allow me to.
Thank you. —--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Marcus was annoyed. This wasn't the deal. He'd made it clear that he wasn't open to negotiations. Remy had promised. Typical, he thought.
."I'm starting to wonder if we should ever do any business," he said to Remy.
."Hey, you know how it is. I try my best," Remy replied, unfazed by Marcus.
."Do you, though?"
."You know I do. All deals can't go the way you want, Marc."
."Yeah, I only need the deals that go through to go my way."
."It's a gun. It works. You get some ammo. I mean, what's not to like?"
."It's a shit gun. The barrel's been chopped off. There's not nearly enough ammo."
."You want a mint gun? You go to East of the bridge, friend."
."Yeah, right," Marc smiled. As if that was ever going to happen.
."I'm not asking for mint but this one could kill me just as easily as it could kill a deer," snapped Marc.
."And there will be a place for you in heaven, Marc," Remy said with a smile.
."I like building my heaven here."
."Yes, the tent is fabulous."
."It's mine. I don't owe anyone. That's one step up and you know it."
."Yeah. Well, if you're not buying, I'm leaving," Remy said, putting the gun and the ammunition back in the bag. It was only five in the evening. A sale was still possible.
."Leave. And don't come back," Marc said. He stood up. He'd taken time off work to come here. Anaya wouldn't be happy if we went back empty handed. ."All this for nothing," he thought to himself.
The return to work would take at least an hour. The new pathways they'd created were a huge help. People no longer needed to follow tree marks. Ten years ago, the same path was a day's travel. The entire tribe had pitched in to do the work. It had taken them two months and Anaya was instrumental in the process.
She'd come up with the plan, arranged for all the implements, and helped throughout the process. She didn't have to. She was already doing a lot. But she'd said that true leaders are workers first.
Anaya was young for the role. She was only thirty or so years old but there was no question that she was the real leader among them. For the first time in a long while, there was no opposition when it came to picking the leader. It had to be Anaya. It was obvious to every single one in the tribe. And she'd lived up to everyone's expectations.
Marc was in awe of this young lady. He was fifty five years old and had seen a lot happen in his life but he'd never come across someone quite like Anaya. He respected the young woman a lot.
As he walked back, he decided that there was no point in lying to her. He'd own up to his mistake and face whatever repercussions followed. The sun was starting to go down. Walking around here after dark wasn't a good idea. The danger was just way too high.
Marc retrieved his knife, just in case. The real danger wasn't big animals, though. Marc knew that. It was the creepy crawlies. The spiders, the arachnids, the snakes — these were the ones that got you.
But there was nothing to worry, though, because in the distance, Marc could see the incline. It was not very steep and neither was it very long but it was a little marker. From the beginning of the incline, the tribe was only a five minute walk away.
There was a spring in his step as soon as he spotted the incline. Marc walked quicker. He wanted to get to the tribe, speak to Anaya, and head back to his tent. He wanted to get back to his wife. He wanted to spend the evening with her, looking at the sun going down. He wanted to have dinner with her. And then, he wanted to bed her.
Even though Emily was forty five years old, most people couldn't tell. She looked stunning, to say the least. A petite blonde, she'd been the crush of many a young man, including Marc. She was just twenty two when her family came to the tribe. Her parents were neither healthy nor were they well off. Emily was the breadwinner, she was the labour, and she'd provided for her parents from the start.
Marc remembered how she looked in those early days. She was a tall girl, that was the first thing he'd noticed about her. 5'9," she'd proudly declared. She had brown eyes and blonde hair. And she smiled readily. Marc thought of how he'd look at her from a distance and wonder if she would be his some day.
Eventually, they'd become friends. They were both working to create the tribe's fence and had bonded. To this day, he remembered their first kiss. It was around this time — the sun was going down, they'd just finished the day's work, and were sitting together, having drink.
As she was looking at the sky, Marc's eyes were on her. He was taking in the beauty next to him. He was staring at her breasts, the way they seemed to rest beneath her top. How her nipples were pointing out, affording him enough of a view to imagine how they'd look.
."You've got to kiss first, you know," she'd remarked. Turns out, she was watching him perv over her.
They'd kissed right there and later in the night, they'd made love inside Marc's rented tent. The New World marriage wasn't very elaborate but they'd done it anyway and twenty three years later, he still had a massive crush on her. They still fucked like bunnies whenever they got the chance.
As he entered the fence of his tribe, his thoughts shifted to the failed mission of the day. He passed the tents and moved towards the centre of the settlement. The conversation was going to be difficult, he knew that. But there was nothing that he could have done. At least, that was going to be his defence.
He entered the office of the tribe. Office was a bit of an overstatement. It was a slightly larger building than the tents. It could house twenty people or half of the tribe in case they needed shelter, and more importantly, this was where Anaya worked. Marcus found her sitting down, on the floor. The floor was simply a metal sheet on which they'd laid out a few large cloths.
As he got closer, Anaya looked up. For a young woman, Anaya looked mature. She even had a few creases on her face, mostly because of the stress of the job. She had a round face and full lips. Marc wasn't one for appreciating eyes but those green eyes were a thing of beauty. They weren't bright green. They were light and faded. It was as if her eyes contained all the sadness that the world had gone through in the last three hundred years or so.
."It was a bust, then," she said, looking him in the eye.
."How'd you know?" Marc asked, sitting down next to her.
."You're not jumping around in joy."
."I'm not."
."Remy isn't reliable. I told you. Several times," she said, in a very flat tone.
."You did."
."Don't tell me you paid him."
."Of course not."
."Okay, so it's not all completely bad."
."There are only so many traders who'll accept this, Anaya," he said, handing her the Shrine coins. Tensions between the Shrine and the East were pretty high, at the moment. And given that most guns came from the East, traders had been refusing to accept Shrine coins for them. Nowhere to spend it on, they often complained.
Small independent tribes were getting caught in the fire. They belonged to neither countries and simply wanted to live. But given that they were small tribes, they had to rely on the countries to some extent. This little fight that the countries were indulging in was a huge problem for the independent tribes.
Anaya held one of the Shrine coins between her index finger and thumb. She put it in front of her face and rolled the coin backwards and forwards.
."You've got to find a way, Marcus," she said.
."I know. This is my bad," Marc admitted.
."It is. So, you better fix it. Now, come with me," she said, getting up.
Marcus followed the young leader. She was wearing the traditional dress for the leader. A simple orange robe that covered her from her shoulders to her knees. Marcus had never behaved inappropriately with her but he was acutely aware of how beautiful this young woman was.
They passed a small door to enter the ammunition room or at least, what was left of it. It had been ten years since it was restocked and what was once a full room was now reduced to about five guns, one of which was badly malfunctioning. It had been twenty years since the Shrine and East decided to cut off ties. For the first ten years or so, the rivalry was just on paper.
Since the last ten years, though, the tensions had escalated. No one quite knew what caused the escalation but the effects were brutal. The bridge, which was a great symbol of unity was now deserted, with guards on either side. There was practically no trade and for independent tribes, life had become hell. Shrine Coins and The East Stamps, which were once interchangeable were now worthless, depending on where you showed up with them.
Protecting a small tribe like Marcus' was becoming more and more difficult by the day.
As Marcus stared at the barren room, he wondered where it all went wrong.
Anaya walked over to the far end of the room, where the tribe's safe was kept. Ari, a young lad of about 25 years was stationed right in front of it. While no one would even think of stealing, Anaya said that symbols mattered and a safe must always be guarded.
."Will you wait for us outside, Ari?" Anaya asked and Ari immediately left the room. He nodded at Marc on his way out.
."Take a look at this," she said, gesturing to Marc to join her. This was odd. People weren't usually allowed near the safe. Marc hurried over to the safe and peeked inside.
For a moment, it seemed like a joke. Marc was expressionless. He turned to Anaya and back to the safe. As the horror of it all dawned on him, he turned back to Anaya.
."That's it?" he asked her, his face almost turning white.
."That's all there is," Anaya replied. Her beautiful face took on a somber look. Her eyes fell to the floor for a second, before she looked back up.
."Ari doesn't even know what he's guarding," she remarked, looking Marcus in the eye.
