Why You Were Taken

13. A Good View, Too

Johannesburg, 2021

Seth is sipping a coffeeberry shot at his local barista when an Echo.news story flickers on his tickertape. He clicks to listen to the audio version, which automatically streams to his earbuttons.

"In breaking news, William Soraya, South Africa's gold medallist sprinter and media darling was this morning severely injured in a skycar accident. Soraya, known as 'Bad Bill,' who is no stranger to adrenaline pursuits (or front-page news), was flying the new Volantor StreetLegal plug-in hybrid car as a publicity stunt for the corporate, who are 'deeply distressed' about the accident, and have begun an intensive investigation.

'We have tested and re-tested this new model and were 100% certain that it was safe to fly. We have no idea what could have gone wrong, but we will find the reason behind this terrible tragedy,' said Mohale Mhleka, the Volantor spokesperson.

Despite the low number of uptake, the fatalities due to skycars and hover-cars are numerous and on the rise. Various groups are lobbying for the skycar to be banned, including a 2000-strong protest outside the Union Buildings this morning, with a further 6000 citizens adding their presence online.'

'Look, it's something we're going to have to get right,' said Solly Ngubane, the Minister of Transport. 'We mustn't shy away from technology. We must embrace progress. When motorcars were first introduced there were also a great deal of accidents. This episode was unfortunate. We have to take a hard lesson from this, look forward and make this mode of transport the safest we possibly can.' In the mean time, Ngubane has promised a task team to launch an official enquiry, and committed to flying his own Volantor every day for a month, to prove his faith in the product.

'Last year Soraya made news for breaking the national record for both the 100m and 200m sprint, as well as for his notorious partying, womanising, and more than one incident of road rage. He was also accused of 'resping' or 'respirocyting': injecting robotic red blood cells to improve his performance, but was cleared of the charge after undergoing vigorous testing. Ironically, he may now undergo respirocyte treatment in order to speed up his healing.

Soraya is in the ICU of an undisclosed private hospital. He has broken bones, including both tibulae or shin-bones, and internal bleeding; his spinal cord is swollen, but intact. His PR manager says that his condition is serious, but stable. As the Minister said today: "The hearts and minds of South Africans everywhere are with William Soraya, and we wish him a speedy recovery".'

Fuck, thinks Seth. He had always kind of identified with Soraya. They were the same age. They lived a similar lifestyle, although Seth preferred to be in the shadows, rather than the limelight. He gets that fluttering cold feeling again, almost like a premonition that a similar fate awaits him. He shakes himself out of it. He has got to pull himself together, up his game. Put his plan on fast-forward. He sends Fiona a bump. Acts cooler than he feels.

SD> What are you wearing?

FB>> LOL! Naughty. *blush*

SD> Send me a pic.

FB>> NO!!

SD> I want 2CU.

FB>> In meeting, in meetings all day. Yawnerz!

SD> Take 1 under the table. No 1 will eva know.

If he can get prudish Fiona to sext him it will be a very good sign. It would mean that – apart from getting to see her knickers – she is, to a certain extent, under his spell.

FB>> LOL I can't!! Very NB meeting. Boss is presenting w/Serious Face.

SD> Killing me.

She goes quiet for a while, and he thinks she's probably put her phone away to concentrate on the meeting. He pictures her, sitting up straight, blushing slightly, just-sharpened pencil at the ready, nodding sagely at her fellow colleagues. But he's wrong, and his Tile buzzes with an image.

Yes please, he thinks, picking it up and sitting back into his chair, admiring it. A chocolate brown lace affair. Teal trimmings. Excellent. A good view, too: she would've had to open her legs wide to take it. Despite not finding her particularly attractive, he feels a twinge in his pants and moves to adjust himself.

Thundercats are go.

* * *

Kirsten is at her apartment, touching up the aquarium pictures, when James comes home. She is relieved to have a break; her eyes feel scratchy, overworked. She saves the huge 4DHD RAW TIFF file that she has been working on and is about to shut down when she feels a warm hand on her back, then another on her chest. She looks up, smiling, but the smile is wasted on James.

His mouth is on hers; he snaps the cover of her Tile down. His hand moves to her right breast; she feels her nipples harden. She begins to stand up, but he puts his arms underneath her and picks her up, carries her to bed. Throws her down. She laughs, reaches to unbutton him, but he stops her, pushes her back. She can tell he is angry with her. There is rare passion in his face, but it's shadowed with anger. This is going to be bossy sex, one of her favourites.

He looks at her while he takes off his belt, as if he is going to spank her with it, but then lets it drop to the floor. Kirsten feels heat trickling inside her thighs, her stomach. Her hand travels to her open zip to touch herself but James bats it away. He wants to do all the work. He pushes her shirt up and guzzles the tops of her breasts, above her bra, then yanks the lace down and sucks her erect nipples. She feels his teeth, his hot mouth on her skin, closes her eyes, groans as the warmth builds.

He pulls off her jeans, her white cotton panties. She wants him to lick her, would do anything for him to put his warm tongue on her, knows she would come in a second if he did. But, no, this is her punishment, and he is showing her who's boss. He grabs her around the waist and turns her around, so that she is on her knees, facing away from him.

She wants him inside her so badly that she wants to shout, but holds it in. Agony, bliss. He slaps her butt, gently, then harder, sending orange vibrations (Sunset Sex) through her pelvis. She almost comes, but he stops in time. She wants to beg, but doesn't. The cresting becomes unbearable. A whimper. She bites her own shoulder.

James, relenting, enters her from behind. She comes immediately, her spine curling, her muscles contracting around him. Feels as though the bed is swallowing her. Before she finishes he begins thrusting into her spasms and she cries out, her body half crumpled. He grunts, breathes deeply, thrusts harder, deeper. Put his hands on her. Again her body is seized, stiff and then soft, as she melts into the next rolling orgasm.

* * *

FB>> Hey, good news.

It was a bump from Fiona.

SD> All yr meetings hve been called off & U free 2C me?

FB>> LOL, no, been promoted.

Seth smiles. Just as planned, but it feels good that everything is on track.

SD> See? U shld send me pics more often. Promoted 2 what?

FB>> Head/Marketing at Waters. Hydra. Eeeeek!!

SD> Wow. Well done, sexy thing. Mind-5.

FB>> Sooooo happy.

SD> Meet me in the red stationery room in 10min 2 celebrate?

FB>> *blush*

SD> I'll make it worth your while.

A moment's silence.

FB>> CU in 5.

* * *

Afterwards, Kirsten still tingling with pleasure, they spoon, naked, on their bed. She sighs. It's not often she feels sated like this. He rubs her neck, her back, her waist. His hands tell her that the anger is gone and now there is only tenderness. God, in this moment she feels so connected to him. Nothing else matters but his warm hands on her, the damp bedclothes, their nestled feet. If only the moment could last forever.