Written as fiction by Eva Mazza to protect the innocent, Sex, Lies & Stellenbosch exposes the explosive dark truths of the Winelands’ elite. All is revealed through Jen, wife of John Pearce, a renowned wine farmer and businessman. Jen stumbles upon her playboy husband in a compromising position with his sexy wine rep, Patty. Jen is forced to choose between leaving her marriage, jeopardising her standing and stability in the community or turning a blind eye to his infidelity.
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As her mind began to clear, Patty realised the impact this could have on Jen should she ever find out. She liked her; it just baffled her how blind Jen was (or pretended to be; the jury was out). But Patty knew that, for the most part, it was easier to turn a blind eye than confront the truth. Perhaps she would’ve done the same if she was in Jen’s well-heeled shoes?
“John-John wants you, baby,” he groaned. “Can you feel how hard he is?” I should have known! She thought as her mouth wrapped around John-John. John’s type named their dicks to apportion the blame should they be accused of any sexual impropriety.
She wanted to gag. Luckily Patty was a girl who was good at blowjobs; expert in fact. So, John and his insatiable prick’s demands weren’t anything she couldn’t handle. Her boss wasn’t any different to the many men with whom she had come into contact. They probably dreamed of her in the very same position she was in now, and tonight was John’s lucky night. Or so he thought. One of the main reasons for employing her, he had said, was because he was convinced that his clients’ prurient thoughts would increase their wine sales figures exponentially. And how right he was. She was creaming it. Unlike Jen’s friends, she had to work to live, so she had always used what talents she had to her advantage.
She regretted not having drunk more. Alcohol made her think less, and thinking about Jen had made her feel guilty. She was the only one who gave Patty the time of day. They had chatted occasionally, and she had invited her to a movie once. Patty had declined because she didn’t want to cross any boundaries between her work and her personal life, but she’d been grateful to her for her kind gesture.
The furore Jen’s speech had caused had given Patty the gap she was waiting for. She remembered being surprised by Jen. She had shown some guts. Good for her! “Nowhere to go.” How dare John? Then he draws attention to her pants! Horrible pants, admittedly, but still. Jen had retaliated. She had spoken out in front of the Stellenbosch gentry, and that’s why Jen was ensconced in her bedroom and Patty was fucking her boss.
Patty remembered being pulled from her seat. “You’ll have to be my partner for the evening!” John had shouted drunkenly over the loud music. “My wife has locked herself in our bedroom and we can only assume she has passed out.”
Patty obliged. “Is she okay?”
“I don’t know,” he shouted back. “Frankie says she had a word with her about the speech so maybe she’s feeling a bit embarrassed. I did try, but the princess is not coming out of her chamber.” He laughed. “It’s my party and I feel like a fucking thirty-year-old!”
The revellers on the dance floor whooped in delight.
“Here, feel my abs.” He grabbed Patty’s hand and placed it on his stomach. “Not bad for fifty-five?” Patty humoured him. “Not bad at all, John.”
John laughed at her and grabbed two shot glasses from one of the waiters circulating the dance floor. “Come! You need to catch up. Two for you, madam.” Patty obliged and downed both glasses. She knew the mix would have an immediate effect, but she didn’t care.
“Do you want me to show you something harder?” said John.
Patty moved in closer to him, whispering in his ear, “I don’t know, John. You’ve been desperate to show me something hard from the first time we met.”
“Come on, Patty. You exaggerate.”
Patty lifted her manicured finger to his mouth. “Ssh. I haven’t finished.”
John looked back at her expectantly. She smiled. “I guess it’s on these occasions that one should be more indulgent, especially since you’ve made me very drunk. And I haven’t bothered to get you a present.”
They teased each other on the dance floor until most of the guests left. Patty remembered Frankie giving her the hairy eyeball and rejecting Lee’s attempts to get her to leave the party. With everyone finally gone, John grabbed Patty’s arm and led her across the lawn to the tasting room. It was there that the real fun began.
Patty was too busy focusing on getting John to climax to hear his wife enter. If he hadn’t lost his mojo, she wouldn’t have realised that something was wrong. Men never lost their mojo with Patty. Jen was virtually inaudible. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She thought it was her conscience speaking to her, as it often did. She did have morals! When she finally realised it wasn’t her voice but Jen’s, she jumped up, then stupidly tried to recover some decorum by attempting to stop her boobs from falling all over the place. Patty shuddered. This was not the outcome she wanted. She recalled the way Jen had said, “Patty?” as if she had been stabbed in the back. What was that Shakespearean line? Oh yes, “Et tu, Brute?” She couldn’t get past that image of her, vulnerable and betrayed. Yes. Me too, Jen. I’m sorry.
Sex, Lies & Stellenbosch was published by MFBooksJoburg in February 2019 and is available in all good bookstores or shop the Kindle version below.
Based on true events, Sex, Lies & Stellenbosch uncovers what really goes on behind closed doors in the seemingly up-standing community of Stellenbosch, one of South Africa’s wealthiest small towns, where 3,400 dollar millionaires live (before they invested in Steinhoff shares). Written as fiction to protect the innocent, the book exposes the explosive dark truths of the Winelands’ elite.
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