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|The Auction by Lleigh(f): 9:31pm On Nov 04, 2016|
Copyright @ Lani Leigh 2016
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication maybe reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of Lani Leigh.
Dedicated to my fellow #nlwriters divepen1, Leriebloom, horlorladey, fikfaknuel, McBeal10, Horlorlardaey, cinderellashoes, bibijay123
This will be updated once or twice a week.
He looked at the alert that had just come through on his phone.
Cool, he thought. Not that he didn't trust the customer he had sold the stock to, it was just always good to know they had paid.
He had a few other customers interested in the last piece of stock he had and it was as good as sold.
This time next week he should have at least a cool 80,000,000 naira in his bank account.
He had now depleted his stock, he needed to find suitable merchandise that he could buy cheap, do up and make a massive profit on.
He had some ideas on how he could make the next lot very attractive to his buyers.
Very, he thought .
His fingers were itching to start tinkering with stuff, there was a lot of satisfaction turning something cheap and ordinary into to something extraordinarily profitable.
Next time he would sell the stock at an auction.
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|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 9:52pm On Nov 04, 2016|
Linda arranged her facial expression so that the man busy humping her would not pick up on the fact that she wanted his pot-bellied fat arsed body off her.
‘Is it.. good baby’ he said, as he panted heavily onto her face.
No, it’s not bloody good, it’s dire, Linda thought. I want you off me. As she quickly changed her expression again so that he would not pick up on the train of her thoughts.
His malodorous breath was forcing her to hold her breath every few seconds. No wonder his wife didn't sleep with him, if she was to believe what he had told her.
But he wasn't was really her stud of choice either, he was lousy in bed. Fore.play was a finger inside her, pull her panties aside and enter.
But needs must, a girl has to do what she has to do..
‘Oh yes, baby. Your pussy is soo sweet’ he said, as he humped away, as his pot belly hit against her her stomach.
Please get mess off me she thought. She had already counted to 120. Now was the time to do her vaginal gymnastics, she squeezed her muscles and in less ten seconds he started moaning.
‘Oh yes baby, oh baby, argh…..’ sweat pouring off his forehead.
His funky breath spewing bad breath thick and fast.
As he was about to cum, Linda made the requisite sounds of satisfaction as she shifted underneath him, to ensure he didn't release in her.
Pregnancy was not on the cards Yet, with this man. If she needed to play that card, she would readily do it.
At last she thought, it was over.
‘That was wonderful’ she said, as she looked over at him.
‘I can always make you come’ as he breathed heavily on the bed beside her. His breathing soo erratic, she thought he might have a heart attack.
I can't deal with that, she thought.
‘You respond to me so well and you Bleep well too, unlike your Iyale at home’.
‘A good lover like you shouldn't be with an old wrinkly woman like that’ she said, as she stroked his chest.
I need a new bag for that party this weekend, she thought to herself.
‘I can’t stay too long today’ he said, as he turned over to get up and go to the bathroom.
‘What are you doing this weekend, baby’ he said, as he walked towards the bathroom.
‘Remember, darling, I told you I am going home to see my parents and I will be back on Monday’ she said.
‘Oh yes, I remember. How could I forget? I have a little something for you to buy stuff and give your family something from their prospective in-law’ he said.
Standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
‘Do you have enough food and drink, in the house for you to eat while I am away. Don’t forget that I am going to Abuja for a week.’
‘I am running out of food, tell your driver to go to the wholesale place and drop it off for me’ as she smiled at him.
‘Sure’ he said. As he walked into the bathroom.
Phew, Linda sighed. She checked to see if her laptop was still on.
She looked around her flat, a contemptuous look on her face.
By now, she should have been living on Victoria Island, not this 4 bedroom flat with 2 walk in closets, 2 baths, 4 showers, 5 toilets and 2 living rooms in Isolo. Even though the kitchen which was bigger than most peoples living rooms, it did nothing to sooth her.
He still hadn't bought her a car, she had to rely on her trusted taxi driver to take her around.
Her frenemy Ruth, was living the high life in a house provided by her tall slim build sugar daddy in Lekki. I bet she doesn't have to force him off her when he was bleeping her. She thought bitterly. That should have been me, not her.
But she was going to change that, this weekend she was going to get Chinu to introduce her to the friends of his Uncle who was having a bash at the most exclusive hotel on Victoria Island. She would have to pay him something from her proceeds of the night, she was used to that and it was a price worth paying.
Tunde coming out of the bathroom, broke her reverie. She watched him as he put on his shirt and trousers. The shirt doing no favours to his stomach.
Yuk, she thought.
He sat on one of the arm chairs in her bedroom and bent down to put on his shoes. He then opened up his bag and put three bundles of cash on her side table.
‘I want you to buy a nice dress and bag, so that when you go home they will know that you have a boyfriend that is looking after you’
‘Before I forget, I told Friday to come and take measurements so that you can get a new dining table.’ he said.
‘Thank you honey’ she said as she moved to sit on his lap on the chair. She snuggled up to him.
Kissing him on the cheek.
‘Right, I have to go now’ he kissed her on the cheek, got up from the chair and left.
Linda went over to her laptop and checked to see if all the audio and visual she had recorded was there.
Always, be one step of the competition she thought to herself, as she typed in the recipients and hit send.
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|Re: The Auction by soleski01(m): 12:54pm On Nov 05, 2016|
Nice one! Following...
|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 11:22am On Nov 06, 2016|
Thank you Soleski01 popcorn for you
|Re: The Auction by Obinnau(m): 3:29pm On Nov 06, 2016|
|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 3:42pm On Nov 06, 2016|
Thank you Obinnau
|Re: The Auction by bibijay123(f): 5:18pm On Nov 06, 2016|
Captivating as usual, Jagugu88li come see dis babe.
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|Re: The Auction by soleski01(m): 5:26pm On Nov 06, 2016|
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|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 5:45pm On Nov 06, 2016|
Thank you for the endorsement bibijay.
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|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 7:12pm On Nov 06, 2016|
Enitan looked around her kitchen, satisfied that she had cleaned and wiped all the surfaces clean.
Her husband had called and said he would not be home for dinner, he had some people to meet at the club before his trip tomorrow.
She knew he was lying, he was most probably with that bi.tc.h of a girl he was currently seeing.
This had been going on for the last two years, when she tried to talk to him about it. He had made her out to be a neurotic woman.
‘Calm down dear’, he would say in that false voice of his, take some Ovaltine and go and read your bible.
Argh that always riled her.
She was younger than him for goodness sake, he should be the one drinking hot chocolate and taking it easy.
She had done the usual stock in trade remedy for all ills in Nigeria. Praying, fasting, more praying and fasting. You name it she had done it, but he hadn't changed.
The way things looked he would never change, his balls had left the house ages ago.
She had even called upon the spirit of her ancestors to take charge of the situation.
To Deal with the bi.tc.h, asking them to send somebody to treat her a lesson and let her feel pain 77 x 7 times of what she was feeling. The answer she got to that lament had been consistent dreams of her dying.
The only thing the fasting had done for her, was to accentuate her figure and her cheek bones. She was looking very hot, she had overhead a few of her son's friends say she was a MILF.
This had came with its own consequences, resulting in the mess she currently was in.
She looked at the email in her inbox for the third time.
Ever since she had joined the bank, she had fought off male attention from every corner.
Her peers and her sub-ordinates had been easier to deal with in a diplomatic fashion.
However the men above her had not seen it that way.
One man in particular had made life hell for her, groping and harassing her for years.
Until the fateful day two weeks ago, when she had slapped him when he tried to put a hand down her knickers.
The repercussions had been profound, judging by the contents of the email and the letter that would no doubt be on her desk on Monday.
It could be worse, she sighed.
A notification alerted to her to another email that had just arrived in her inbox.
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|Re: The Auction by jagugu88li(f): 7:55pm On Nov 06, 2016|
Lleigh:I'll welcome myself before reading
I've always wondered why these ladies think leaking their private trading videos to teach their "partners" lessons is appealing. Its actually degrading. Another private market scandal uploading....
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|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 8:20pm On Nov 06, 2016|
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|Re: The Auction by Horlorlardaey: 12:32pm On Nov 08, 2016|
fenkz for the dedication
lemme call moi pipus
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|Re: The Auction by bibijay123(f): 3:33pm On Nov 08, 2016|
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|Re: The Auction by Krystalzkris(f): 11:46pm On Nov 08, 2016|
Your words have this orgasmic effect. Keep it up.
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|Re: The Auction by jagugu88li(f): 11:01am On Nov 09, 2016|
Me: Lleigh went to exile Na?
Lleigh: I said I'll update once or twice a week
Me: Na wa for you. Forget that now, we need an update
Lleigh: Ok ok, you'll get it either before tonight OR tomorrow evening, latest
Me: I'll be waiting. Thanks
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|Re: The Auction by Horlorlardaey: 11:06am On Nov 09, 2016|
me: Lleigh where are you
Lleigh: I'm in the other room
me: doing what
Lleigh: writing updates
me: who is there with you
Leigh: presidetn buhari
lleigh pls comma update ooo
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|Re: The Auction by nastynic(m): 1:01pm On Nov 09, 2016|
jagugu88li:you forget to call me for this package abi?
|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 2:07pm On Nov 09, 2016|
Horlorlardaey and jaguju88li....
Hey guys, thanks for stopping by. The update is ready but I can't access nairaland at work.
Please bear with me. ....
Remi calls. ..have to deal with his shaved pubes
|Re: The Auction by jagugu88li(f): 5:36pm On Nov 09, 2016|
nastynic:aahhhh my bad. Good thing you managed to locate it.
|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 11:47pm On Nov 09, 2016|
Dedicated to jagugu88li and Horlorlardaey as you asked for an unscheduled update.
I should be in The Garden helping Remi.
also dedicated to Horlorlardaey peeps
Linda stood in front of her mirror as she took out the rollers she had left in her hair all day. The resulting ringlets formed a cascade of loose curls around her face.
Brushing the curls created a soft stunning classy look that accentuated her heart shaped face and prominent cheek bones.
She tweaked the curls a bit more until she was satisfied with the look she was after.
Hmm, I must say I look stunning she thought to herself. As she twirled around in the front of the mirror.
The dress she had finally decided on, had a low scoop neckline that showed off her ample cleavage to perfection, which she had encased in a racy lacy pink bra.
The dress had been designed to come in at the waist and flare out provocatively at the hips.
It flattered her figure to a t, she thought, it helped create the illusion of a flat tummy, helping her waist look thinner and smaller in the dress.
The material used for the dress was Ankara, the green and blue intricate design, complimenting perfectly with her money bought light brown skin.
She had called in one of her friends who was a makeup artist, to do her make-up for her outing that evening, she was determined to score big that evening.
To attract the men she wanted she needed to look her best and she was definitely coming back home tonight or tomorrow morning with a big wad of cash in her bag.
She had her heart set on elevating her status and standing amongst her friends and acquaintances. Plus she wanted to buy the bag she had seen Ruth sport the other week at a party.
Ruth had been very condescending towards her as she had gone on and on, about how great her sugar daddy was towards her, casually telling her that he had just bought her a 200K handbag.
As she had looked at Linda’s knock off MK bag with scorn and pity.
I hate Ruth, I am better looking than her, how come she has all the luck, she thought bitterly.
Those thoughts were still in her mind, as she walked into her walk in closet looking for a pair of shoes and a bag to go with her dress.
I wonder how the old wrinkly woman, is feeling at the moment, she thought gleefully.
Stupid woman, she will readily leave Tunde by the time I am finished with her, she thought.
However, if Tunde wanted her to live with him, well hopefully not initially, he needed to buy her a decent car. At least a top of the range, Range Rover to compensate for all the crap she would have to deal with.
She took the amulet the old man had made for her, from the deep recesses of her closet and put it in her bag.
Retrieving the amulet prompted and reminded her to put on her waist beads, the baba lawo from Ijebu had told her to use the two together.
How could she have forgotten, she scolded herself.
Linda checked herself out her reflection once more in the mirror and placed a call to her trusted taxi driver to take her to Victoria Island.
She sent a message to Chinu when she was two minutes away from the venue, so that he could come out and take her inside.
She paid the taxi fare and walked to the door of the hotel where Chinu was waiting for her.
‘Chinu, how are you’ as she gave him a hug and peck on the cheek.
‘Wow, Linda, you look beautiful as usual’ as he cast an appreciative eye over her.
His gaze lingered a bit longer than necessary on her cleavage.
‘Aaw, thank you Chinu, you sure know how to boost a girl’s ego’ she said as she smiled at him.
'My pleasure' he said
Linda felt all eyes on her as she made her entrance with Chinu into the hotel, she knew she looked phenomenal as they walked through the reception area.
They walked over to Chinu’s table, it was obvious that he had been enjoying a drink before she had arrived. There were two empty bottles and two glasses were on the table.
She gave the other occupant on the table a cursory glance, dismissing him with her gaze. He was in a plain white t shirt and jeans, his bare wrists were lighter than his face.
He was most probably a penniless friend of Chinu, she thought to herself.
She turned her attention back to Chinu.
‘Get me a drink Chinu, preferably Hennessey.’ she said dismissively.
As she sat down and strategically placed the label of her bag outwards for all to see.
Chinu came back with the drink and suggested they go and mingle so that he could introduce her to the high rollers there that evening.
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|Re: The Auction by jagugu88li(f): 6:36am On Nov 10, 2016|
Not that all classy/flashy ladies are in private property marketing NO, but they never intimidate me because I know their circles are filth infested.
All this trouble of carelessly disposing your private, just to set standards. I tire
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|Re: The Auction by skarlett(f): 8:07am On Nov 10, 2016|
Now following, thanks for the dedication dear
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|Re: The Auction by nastynic(m): 11:41am On Nov 10, 2016|
You are still keeping it cool, this has been interesting from the start......"tips hat" more inspiration and never dream of not completing this piece....
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|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 1:40pm On Nov 10, 2016|
Thanks for stopping by nastynic
Don't worry it will be completed
|Re: The Auction by nastynic(m): 2:45pm On Nov 10, 2016|
Lleigh:"grabs chair, sits ,uncock wine and sips leisurely " #patiently following 8-)
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|Re: The Auction by Adesina12: 3:53pm On Nov 11, 2016|
Another bomb from Lleigh
Waiting for the regular update on "the club" too
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|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 5:11pm On Nov 11, 2016|
Adesina12 thanks for reading and the endorsement much appreciated
|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 10:53pm On Nov 11, 2016|
Adesina12, nastynic, jagugu88li....bonus update.....
retiring to the wine room....
Enitan looked at the title of the email that had just landed in her inbox.
Useless wrinkly woman.
She looked at the title again, her curiousity suitably piqued she opened the email.
Her heart started beating erratically in her chest, as a feeling of dread consumed her.
The next line of the email read ‘You frigid wrinkly old woman, stop holding onto what is no longer yours’
Chai, she thought.
This girl had now decided to harass her by email, she had received a few silly texts from her in the past but she had decided to ignore them.
Praying and fasting in the hope that she was a passing infatuation to Tunde.
Plus when she had tried speaking to Tunde he had always brushed her off, making her feel like nothing, worthless and useless.
It took her a couple of minutes for her to realise that there was an attachment in the email.
She clicked on the attachment, dread filling her heart and mind, as the screen and voices came to life.
It was Tunde having sex with someone.
She heard his voice as he was telling the w.H..o.re with him, how good she was and how sweet her p.us.sy was.
Disbelief and the enormity of the betrayal she was witnessing, made her feel light headed and nauseous.
This email, plus the fact that she had just lost her job as the Director at one the top banks in Nigeria, made her apoplectic with rage towards Tunde.
It was at that moment, that all her three phones started ringing simultaneously.
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|Re: The Auction by nastynic(m): 11:22pm On Nov 11, 2016|
Lleigh:sees her in the wine room throws a bottle of red wine "this should get u up and running tomorrow, thanks for the update and dedication" #feeling blessed
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|Re: The Auction by soleski01(m): 4:06am On Nov 12, 2016|
Getting more interesting, by the day.
Good work, Lleigh.
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|Re: The Auction by Lleigh(f): 6:32am On Nov 12, 2016|
Thank you soleski01. ...
Thank you for stopping by.
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