The Happy Hour at Best Hotel- Kampala’s Most Notorious Sex Hub

I must have left my ready in suspense, wanting to if indeed I was able to survive the invincible Ingabire’s claws that held me tight like a scorpion.

My captor- Ingabire must have been feeling disappointed over my indecision. She wanted things done swiftly so she could move on to the next prey. I didn’t know. I only realise this when the whistle blows. She jumps off me like the house inhabiting us has caught fire. The Happy Hour!

With Ingabire out of my grip, I feel like biting my tongue into pieces. I realise how much I have not taken my opportunity seriously. ” There are many babes in here, after all. I will land on one even better, perhaps. If you think you have seen weird things, reserve the boasting to yourself until I have told you about the ‘Happy Hour’ madness at Best Hotel.

The manager, also the owner of this “palace of the devil,” bespectacled and bouncing like a ball comes in, whistle in his mouth and a rode in hand. All the babes jump in ecstasy as they struggle to the front row of the tiled stairs in the sauna, where the pose, exposing all their between-the-legs parts widely open for potential “riders” to pick a clear view. The completely ‘declothed’ babes are about fifteen. Eight on the first row and seven on the next.

” Happy hour, happy hour. This is best Hotel! Busega your best companion for happiness and enjoyment. Pick any beautiful girl you desire, the bill on the Management,” The commentator announces as salivating men close in.

The manager then reaches his pockets from which he pulls a bunch of condoms and hands to the ready beauties as sex hungry men wait to pounce. The devil in me is taking over my inner man. Should take position to partake of these freebies?

Before I make up my mind, the final whistle goes and before I realise, my gender mates are flying in the air, wrappers off their bodies as each one scrumbles to get a girl of their choice. The most masculine pick the best gem and the weakling settle for the least attractive, but it’s still fine, one is better than zero, after all.

The men, now only in Adam’s suits take the positions of the girls who now kneel between the legs of these men.

It’s pure bananza. The manager has already cleared the bill. 20k I hear for each babe. Ingabire signals me to come forward. I don’t know if this is for me. I am hesitant. Before I even decide on what to tell her, a middle-aged slender boy takes charge. “This man is gonna chew my babe as I watch!” I murmur as I blame myself for being timid. I should have jumped in the moment she asked me. But I wasn’t up to the task.

Eleven pairs would eat things as we spectate. I shift my gaze to another slender beauty in the extreme corner adjacent to Ingabire. She is preparing to ride a fairly older retiree, a Volkswagen for that matter. She keeps shuffling this old but shameless man’s stubborn rode that fails to respond as she tours the whole sauna room with her hazel eyes. She is a devil. A competent devil that can make any man ignore what she is doing and fall for her instantly. Her sharp eyes make me uncomfortable and as a result, I turn around in the direction of Ingabire. She is on a three-faze drive. A masculine handsome dark-skinned man. Probably in his late twenties. He looks better than me by far. “Now she is satisfied. Why would she even miss me,” I complain as I peak through the crowded entrance to run away for I can no longer continue watching my Ingabire being spanked.

But Ingabire is not the usual type. She still wants me and she will look out for me as soon as she is done with this hunky.

Watch out for the next episode.