The Sting Of The City (Part 1)

The Sting of The City

Continuing the “Sting of the Jungle” series

It had been a long flight across the Atlantic, during which Boy had not made himself popular with the flight crew as he bounded around inside of the aircraft, hanging from, the luggage lockers, constantly demanding food, which he insisted on eating with his fingers, and occasionally trying to peer up the female flight attendants' skirts.

However, to the intense excitement of Boy, and the relief of his fellow passengers the plane finally landed at John F Kennedy airport in New York.

Boy had surprisingly little difficulty getting through customs and immigration control. This was possibly due to the fact that his loincloth was so short he was self evidently not smuggling anything, and, by coincidence the staff on duty were either females or gay males, all of whom were enchanted by his golden haired good looks and had not had the opportunity to experience his less attractive character traits.

Boy had convincingly claimed that he was visiting relatives in New York and would be returning to the jungle in a few weeks, and, although he had no idea where his US relatives lived and had no intention of ever returning to Africa, he had been believed and let through.

Therefore, it was not long before he was walking into the arrivals lounge, excitedly anticipating starting his new life in America, free of all the jungle creatures, which all seemed intent on stinging his bottom. Thrilled by his liberation, Boy at first failed to notice the interest his near naked appearance was causing to those around him. Dressed in nothing more than a skimpy loincloth, Boy certainly stood out from the crowd.

However, although some may have been shocked by his lack of clothing, for the majority of observers his toned and athletic young body was an unexpected site which engendered more feelings of admiration and lust than disapproval.

Having no US dollars to pay for a taxi, Boy had a long bare foot walk before he eventually arrived in the city, and it was only then that he began to notice the attention his appearance was causing. As he walked down the street he suddenly realised that people were stopping to stare at him, which made him feel uncomfortable and very exposed by comparison with everyone else.

Distracted by his discomfort, and unfamiliar with navigating city streets Boy accidentally stepped into the road and jumped with a start as a yellow cab almost hit him and it flashed past blaring it's horn.

A second cab, passing in the other direction actually brushed against him, it's side mirror catching his loincloth and tearing it from him as it passed.

All of a sudden Boy was totally naked standing in the middle of a crowded New York street, surrounded, by people all staring, pointing and laughing at him. 

Crushed by embarrassment, Boy clamped his hands over his exposed groin, but could not cover his bare bottom, which was now on full display.

Instantly his jungle training came back to save him, with three huge bounds, over the roofs of passing cars, he grabbed the side of a building, and like the, ape trained, boy he was, began swiftly and deftly climbing up the side of the towering structure.

Up and up the side of the skyscraper he climbed, his well practised feet and fingers finding tiny footholds in the seemingly sheer surface until he was almost in the clouds, however, heights were no problem for Boy, who had spent much of his time in the jungle canopy, he was just happy to be out of the sight of the crowds below.

Boy finally reached a penthouse roof garden at the top of one of the towers where the foliage, albeit in large wooden plant boxes, gave him a sense of home and security where he could hide from this strange, clothes wearing world he had landed in.

Kneeling behind a low wall, he peered over the edge watching city life rushing on below him, and decided to wait for nightfall, when darkness would enable him to hide from people as he hunted for some means of covering his naked body.

Of course, unlike the jungle, night in the city did not bring darkness, if anything the lights from the streets and buildings made it even brighter than daylight.

However, Boy knew that he could not stay in his eyrie forever, and that he had to scavenge for clothes and food, so eventually he began a careful descent from the top of the building, climbing down the back of the structure, where there was less direct light.

Once reaching the ground he kept to the shadows and dark alleyways, until he reached an empty side street leading off a larger street consisting mainly of shops, which, as the shops were now closed, was considerably less crowded than elsewhere in the city.

Boy crept down the street fascinated by the array of clothes on sale, until he saw, what he assumed to be, a very smart light grey designer suit, which looked as it was in his size. The suit was similar to one he had seen in a picture in an in flight magazine he had read on the flight over.

In the picture, the man in the suit had been surrounded by beautiful and scantily clad women all gazing adoringly at him. Perhaps owning a similar suit could gain Boy similar adoration from equally hot chicks.

Moments later the shop window shattered as a garbage bin, which boy had easily broken free of it's attachment to a nearby lamp post, smashed through it. Boy jumped into the window, deftly avoiding the broken glass, and quickly stripped the suit from the mannequin, before also grabbing a shirt, tie and shoes which were also on display.

With the stolen clothes under his arm, Boy sprinted off into the night.

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Once he had clothes and with his innate guile and good looks, it did not take Boy long to find a room in a shared apartment with a middle aged man called Wesley Ritter, who was prepared to wait for the rent, if he could watch boy showering. Boy thought this odd, but assumed it was a “city folk thing”, and went along with it in exchange for somewhere to live.

In addition to housing Boy on the promise of future rent, Wesley used his contacts to get Boy a job in brokerage firm in Lower Manhattan, which was how Boy was to start his brief, and ill fated, career in high finance.

Rechristening himself as Guy, and wearing his stolen grey suit, Boy, with his handsome blonde looks, and boyish charm was initially welcomed warmly by his fellow workmates, especially with the females and gay men.

However, it was not long before the less attractive side the Boy's character began to show itself. Free from the moderating influence of Tarzan's firm, hard. hand and even harder paddle, it was not long before Boy's arrogant, selfish and downright nasty behaviour had totally alienated his co-workers.

Boy's bad behaviour extended to his leisure hours, when he wasn't pursuing women at city bars and nightclubs, he was using his jungle learned athletic prowess to bully and humiliate weaker and less able people. Being almost totally self interested, Boy did not realise how unpopular he was making himself.

Among those who had originally welcomed “Guy” warmly, but soon learned better were Marc Temple and Kamil (Kam) Nowak, two gay men who, after having met through work had recently moved together. Being gay, Marc and Kam had initially been delighted by the newcomer's handsome appearance and athletic young body, however, this did not last long, and they soon developed a strong dislike for their new co-worker, albeit, while still considering him totally hot.

They also soon realised that Guy was up to no good, as he was clearly spending far more money than he could possibly be earning. Kam worked in the firm's IT department, so he was able to view Guy's computer records and discover that the young villain was syphoning company funds into his own bank account.

“Ha!” cried Marc when Kam showed him the evidence “Now we get to teach that jerk a lesson!!

“Yes!” smiled Kam, he is going to get what he deserves!”

TO BE CONTINUED 

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