1. Native Claim


    Date: 9/29/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cannibalism, Girls / Female, Author: ninja5, Rating: 73.3, Source: sexstories.com

    passively at ease in front of the Chief by the dying fire in the centre of the hut. Jillian took of her backpack and placed it on the sand floor of the hut. She removed the tablet and awoke it from sleep mode before pulling out the tiny Bluetooth keyboard and linking it. She sat on the floor and crossed her legs like a schoolgirl the Chief was watching her through narrow eyes. “Toss your hair!” Billings sounded the words quietly through the corner of his mouth. Jillian hesitated. The Islanders had been all smiles, a stark contrast to the Chief’s serious expression. “Toss your hair and rub your belly.” Billings wasn’t getting impatient. He was playing the negotiations. Jillian finally complied. She tossed her hair so her tails spun around and rested on her left shoulder. She looked up at the Chief and fluttered her eyes, her addition and charm, smiled and rubbed her belly like a child resiting a dance from Sesame Street. The Chiefs eyes widened and became passive. He nodded to himself, then to Peter who stepped back to the Chief’s left side as he sat on his Island throne. Finally he looked at Billings acceptingly. “The Chief will hear your business English-Apex.” Peter spoke in his clear voice. Negotiation had commenced. Jillian, at a loss to type the specifics of the non-verbal communication started typing from Peters first words. Billings bought his hands forward. He did not simplify his English and despite his wet shirt and water thrashed hair he spoke precisely of ...
    Apex’s plans. Like an artisan of the boardroom he laid out the benefits, hinted that there may be some draw backs, but on the whole disclosed Apex’s intent. The whole time Peter translated to his native tongue and spoke quickly. Only once did he raise his hand to Billings to have him pause to catch up. During the pause Jillian looked up to see the Chief peering at her before turning his eyes back to Billings. ‘Good word for sure’, she thought and smiled. The Chief rubbed his chin in contemplation of Billings’ proposal. ‘Surely he cannot comprehend watch is being proposed’, Jillian thought as she typed Billings words, but then again, they were an evil oil company. The transcript was decidedly one sided, but concise. From her experience with the other transcript to the other Islands Tribal Council, Billings had outlined all that need to be disclosed… at least what would stand up to test in the world court when the EPA got word. “… and so you see Chief, your Island, Mumbahoo, could become the wealthiest of the Islands by far.” Billings finished and crossed his arms and rested them in front of him as if his presentation were an offering. Peter finished translating Billings final words and then stood dutifully to the side as the Chief, still stroking his chin mused on the information at hand. He continued to do so as if challenging Billings to remain stationary – a play on power. Jillian knew the distraction of her hair, the magic they seemed to classify her with, would take from the ...
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