The Den of Delilah





I arrived at the venue of the workshop a quarter to ten. The workshop was supposed to start by ten in the morning, so I was still on time. There was already a crowd in the hall. They were prospective customers who had come to listen to how our new ponzi scheme, The Money Machine (TMM) worked.

I mounted the podium and gave my short speech. I knew there would still be a lot of questions from the audience, so I made my speech short. Just like I had thought, many hands were raised to ask questions when I finished the speech. I took time to answer them. Somebody asked if the whole thing was not a scam. Another asked if it would not crash the way a popular ponzi scheme crashed some time ago. I explained painstakingly, and they listened raptly. At the end, almost a third was ready to invest in the scheme. Helen, my assistant was busy giving out forms to them and explaining certain things. Some, still came around to meet me and make further enquiries. Among the last set that I attended to was a pretty lady called Alero. She expressed her eagerness to start with an investment of twenty thousand naira. I asked Helen to give her a form to fill. Alero got my number.

'I don't really like this kind of scheme,' she said. 'But the way you've spoken has convinced me.'

I nodded. It was good to know that I had got the Midas touch.

I was happy business was booming. Later in the evening, I went to the joint where I normally cooled off after the day's job. I had asked Helen to meet me at the joint. Apart from being my assistance, she also served as my side chick. I was on the second bottle of the lager beer when she came. It was already eight in the night and the place was brimming with customers.
'Order for whatever you want,' I said.
She smiled. 'I'll order for my usual.'
That her usual was a bottle of malt drinks and a plate of pepper soup.

We chatted idly. Few minutes to nine, I had taken enough, so I stood up.

'Let's dash to my place,' I said.

She understood what I meant and she nodded. That was one of the things I liked about her.

We went in my newly purchased Toyota Corolla. The joint was ten minutes drive from my residence, a two-bedroom flat at Aguda, Lagos. We were soon in the house. The PHCN had taken electricity as usual. I used the torchlight on my phone to find my way in the house.

'Are you not going to put on the generator?' she asked.

'Not now,' I said. 'I know how to find my where here.' I grabbed Helen's boobs and caressed them.




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I went back to work and tried to concentrate. One thing was I worked hard. I love to work. Perhaps, that was the thing I did whole heartedly apart from sex. I continued with my work.

In between, there were several calls I received. I didn't know time had moved so far until Helen came to ask me what I would like to have for lunch. I looked at the time on the laptop and was surprised it was few minutes to one o'clock. I whistled softly to myself.

'Buy any food you'll like to have for me,' I said.

She grinned and nodded. I removed a thousand naira note from my purse and gave it to her.

Some minutes later, she was back with rice and beans, fried plantain and chicken. I had not eaten since morning, so I stopped to take my lunch.
After the meal, I went back to work.

I had a call from Alero, one of the people that had responded positively to our brand marketing.
'I just call to know if all is well,' she said.

I wondered what that meant. 'All is well,' I replied.

'I've been doing some marketing for you people,' she went on.

'That's good. Remember you'll get ten per cent of the value of the amount the depositors brought as referral commission,' I told her.

She paused slightly. 'Good. Thanks.'

'You're welcome.'

The line went dead and I went back to work. A couple of hours later, Alero called again. 'There's a prospective customer I've told about you and your business. She's the madam I worked for. I actually showed her the video recording of your presentation yesterday. She's quite impressed, but she still needs a little bit of persuasion. If we can arrange how you can meet with her. I think she'll be a 'very big catch.''

I listened very raptly. I must take an action.

'Where is the madam, and when can I meet with her?'

'It's good that you've agreed to see her. I'll discuss with her, and she'll pick a time that is very convenient for her.'

'That's okay. Let me know as soon as you get her to say the time she wants me to come.'

'Okay.'

Again, the line went dead, and - again - I went back to work. More calls came in from people making enquiries and those who wanted claims on bonuses and others.

Alero didn't call me again until noon the following day.

‘Madam Biola Amigos will like to see you today,' she informed.

'Good. What time and where?'

'At the Diamond Star Stores, Ikeja. Two p.m.'

‘Where in Ikeja is the store?

She gave me the address. I knew that area. 'I'll be there. Thanks.'

I continued in the office till few minutes to one o'clock.

'I'll be going out to see a client,' I told Helen.

'Okay, sir.' She added a smile. 'Bring something.'
I nodded and left the office.

Under normal circumstance, my office to Ikeja was just about thirty minutes’ drive, but you could never tell with Lagos traffic. I drove slowly in the stream of traffic.

About two minutes to one o'clock, I was at the big stores. There were many activities going on there. The store dealt in exotic women's clothes and fabrics. Alero was behind a small desk where she was overseeing the sales girls. She gave me a smile and beckoned.

'Good day,' I greeted.

'Welcome. This way, please.'

I followed her to the extreme end of the store where there was a door. She opened the door.

There was a short passage and there were two doors: one to the left and one to the right. Alero opened the door to the right.

There was a modest office there with a big desk but few files. The office smelt of exotic perfume and one would be quick to deduce that whoever owned it must be very fashionable or must be dealing in fashionable items.

Behind the desk was a fair in complexion lady who very much looked like a fashionista. She must be middle aged, probably in her mid-forties. She was pretty, but she had the airs of the world around her. Her white blouse looked like designer's wears and the leather bag she placed on the desk was certainly designer's own.


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Okay, sir.' She added a smile. 'Bring something.'

I nodded and left the office. Under normal circumstance, my office to Ikeja was just about thirty minutes’ drive, but you could never tell with Lagos traffic. I drove slowly in the stream of traffic. About two minutes to one o'clock, I was at the big stores.

There were many activities going on there. The store dealt in exotic women's clothes and fabrics. Alero was behind a small desk where she was overseeing the sales girls. She gave me a smile and beckoned.

'Good day,' I greeted.

'Welcome. This way, please.'

I followed her to the extreme end of the store where there was a door. She opened the door. There was a short passage and there were two doors: one to the left and one to the right. Alero opened the door to the right.

There was a modest office there with a big desk but few files. The office smelt of exotic perfume and one would be quick to deduce that whoever owned it must be very fashionable or must be dealing in fashionable items.

Behind the desk was a fair in complexion lady who very much looked like a fashionista. She must be middle aged, probably in her mid-forties. She was pretty, but she had the airs of the world around her. Her white blouse looked like designer's wears and the leather bag she placed on the desk was certainly designer's own.

'Well done, ma,' Alero said. 'This is Mr. Stephen, the man from the TMM.'

The woman regarded me briefly.

'Good afternoon, madam,' I greeted.

'Good afternoon.' She motioned me to a seat.

'Thank you.' I sat down gingerly.

Alero took her leave.

'I understand you're interested in our ponzi scheme, madam,' I said.

She nodded. 'Tell me about it.'

I nodded too and cleared my throat. I had to bring my best oratorical skill to work, knowing fully well that if we could get her patronage, there would be big money from it.

She listened raptly and I had no doubt that I did a job. After I had finished she sighed and I thought a smile briefly dance in her face.

'I don't really like money doublers and ponzi schemes,' she said. 'I'm a business woman and I know how to make clean money from my business. I however like the way you talk.'



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She listened raptly and I had no doubt that I did a job. After I had finished she sighed and I thought a smile briefly dance in her face.

'I don't really like money doublers and ponzi schemes,' she said. 'I'm a business woman and I know to make clean money from my business. I
however like the way you talk.'

I beamed in smile. 'Thanks for the compliments,' I replied.

'But I'll give your scheme a trial.'

My smile widened.

'Did you say the maturity for deposit is fourteen days?'

'Yes, madam.'

She nodded. 'Alright. I'll put half a million naira and see how it goes. When I see how genuine it is, I'll invest more. Who knows, I may even introduce my friends to it.'

I gave a slight bow. 'Many thanks, madam.'

'Give me the company's name and account.'

I came prepared. I gave her a form to fill and my complimentary card which was customized to contain the company account's name and number.

She called Alero on the intercom.

'Give my guest some drinks,' she instructed. Alero looked at me.

'Any soft drinks will be okay,' I said. She nodded and went to get it while Madam Biola Amigos filled the forms. The malt drink was soon brought and as I took it, I calculated how much to make from her. I'm sure that after two weeks, just as she said, we would get more business from and
through her.

She finished filling the forms. 'Here we are.'

I got the forms from her, briefly went through and put them in my folder.

'I'll soon transfer the money to your company's account,' she said.

I stood up. 'Thank you very, very much for your interest and time,' I said.

'Hope you guys will not disappoint me o,' she replied.

I tried a reassuring smile. 'There won't be anything like disappointment. I can assure you of that.'

She nodded and I took my leave. At the big shop, Alero was attending to a customer.

‘I’ll be calling you,' I told her and left the big shop. I drove back to my office at Aguda. As soon as I stepped inside the office, the text message of the deposit alert of Madam Amigo's investment entered my phone. Just as she said, she had invested half a million naira. I grinned to myself.

Honestly, this business was cool and good.

Helen came to meet me. 'How did it go?' she asked.

'Fine and smooth. She has invested five hundred thousand naira to start with.'

'Oh good.'

I agreed. 'Indeed, very good.'

Not long after this, Alero too called.

'Did my madam invest something?' she asked.

'Yes. Half a million naira. Do you want to invest the money, or do we pay your ten pecent bonus to your account number, or you want to come and collect cash?'

'Please, pay into my account,' she replied. 'Thank you very much.'

'You're welcome.'

Few minutes to five, I rounded off what I was doing. I shut down my laptop and went to meet Helen at the front office.

'How far? What's your plan for tonight?'

She grinned. 'Sorry Mr. Lover-man, I'm seeing him tonight.'

I knew what she meant. 'Alright.'

After leaving the office, I went to my regular joint to cool off. I was still on my first bottle of beer when my phone rang.

'Hello,' I spoke into the mouthpiece.

'Hello.' It was Helen on the line. 'Are you still at the joint?'

'Yes. What happened?'

'He called me just now to say he would not be making it again, that he would be delayed at work till only God knows when.'

'Oh, sorry about that.' I grinned to myself. The fact was I was glad about the development.

'I'll come and meet you there now,' she said.

'You know what? Let's meet at my house. I'm going home now.'

'Okay.'

I sipped the remaining drink and beckoned at the sales girl.



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After leaving the office, I went to my regular joint to cool off. I was still on my first bottle of beer when my phone rang.

'Hello,' I spoke into the mouthpiece.

'Hello.' It was Helen on the line. 'Are you still at the joint?'

'Yes. What happened?'

'He called me just now to say he would not be making it again, that he would be delayed at work till only God knows when.'

'Oh, sorry about that.' I grinned to myself. The fact was I was glad about the development.

'I'll come and meet you there now,' she said.

'You know what? Let's meet at my house. I'm going home now.'

'Okay.'

I sipped the remaining drink and beckoned at the sales girl.

'How much is my bill?' I asked.

She smiled coquettishly. 'Oga, you dey leave so soon?'

'Yes. I have a visitor waiting for me in the house. How much is the bill?'

She told me and I gave her a thousand naira note.

'Keep the change.'

'Ah, thank you, oga.'

I waved at her and left the place. I was soon at my residence. I switched on the television and settled for a sports channel. It was an old football match that I found boring. I changed the channel, but none of them looked exciting. I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen and opened.

There were some cans of beer there. I took two cans and returned to the sitting-room

Just then, the front bell chimed. Helen had arrived.

I opened the door for her.

'Hello,' she greeted.

'Hi,' I replied.

She took one look at the two cans on the stool and made for the kitchen. She soon came back with two cans - this time, cans of coke.

I grinned.

'Why is that your boyfriend is always disappointing you?' I asked.

'No mind am. He said it's work.'

I shrugged. One man's loss is another man's gain.

'And why're you sitting quite far from me?' I asked.

She grinned and moved to sit right by my side on the sofa.

'That's better,' I said and wrapped my right hand across her shoulders. We took our drinks.

'If I say I'm not perplexed, I'll be deceiving you. I don't understand him at all.'

I grunted. 'You've got to have faith.'

'Thanks, Steve.'

I nodded. Anytime we were together like this, she called me Steven, but in the office, it was oga Steve or Mr. Stephen Alowe.

I rubbed her shoulders. 'I like your hairstyle,' I said, changing the issue. Her errant boyfriend was the least of my concern.

'Thank you.'

I touched the hair. Indeed, the weave-on was done very well and it fitted her perfectly. But my hand did not stay on the hair for long. It soon went to her chest. She closed her eyes. That was very encouraging.

'The door is not locked,' she muttered.

That was true. 'Can you go and lock it?'


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I touched the hair. Indeed, the weave-on was done very well and it fitted her perfectly. But my hand did not stay on the hair for long. It soon went to her chest. She closed her eyes. That was very encouraging.

'The door is not locked,' she muttered.

That was true. 'Can you go and lock it?'

Intermittently, I kissed her luscious lips. After some minutes, my hands went to her waist and her skirt. I zipped it down. She had to stand on her feet to get the skirt and pantie down.

I unzipped too, pulled down my trousers and boxer and put her on my lap again. This time around, not for long. I had to raise her up in order to make my prick enter her equally eager pussy. She did the jerking up and down - from that position, she had to be the one. My phone rang. At that moment, even if the richest Nigerian called to say he was interested in TMM, I would have ignored the call as I did.

Minutes later, we changed position. She sat on the sofa with her legs wide spread. I had to be in a kneeling position to take her. She clung on to me. Now, I was the one doing the jerking. I was good in that, I must say. How did I know? Simple. Many ladies had said those so, including Helen, the one currently at the center of attraction. Like every other thing, there was a beginning and an end. I climaxed and concluded the marathon race of lust.

Helen remained with me till minutes to nine in the night. Thankfully, her Ogba residence was not far away. We had each other twice within the time she was around. No meal, but drink, chat and copulate.

I gave her some money as transport fare, though I knew what I gave was much more than what she would pay the 'okada man.' But she was worth it. Helen was a worthy companion and partner.

I accompanied her up to where she would take the bike.

'Good night, my dear,' I said.

She smiled and waved at me. As soon as the bike zoomed off, I returned to the house. I hadn't taken my phone along and it was ringing by the time I stepped inside my flat. I picked it up, but it stopped ringing. Altogether, I had seven missed calls. They would call back. My clients always called back.




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She smiled and waved at me. As soon as the bike zoomed off, I returned to the house. I hadn't taken my phone along and it was ringing by the time I stepped inside my flat. I picked it up, but it stopped ringing. Altogether, I had seven missed calls. They would call back. My clients always called back.

In the office the following morning, I was busy as usual. I was working on-line and off-line at
the same time. In between, I was receiving calls. Sometimes, I would ask Helen to receive the calls on my behalf, but there were some calls I personally had to answer. About mid-day, she handed my phone to me.

'A lady wants to speak to you personally,' Helen said.

I grunted and took the phone from her.

'Hello?'

'Hello. Is that Steve Alowe?'

'Speaking. Who am I speaking with?'

'This is Ms. Biola Amigos.'

I became attentive. 'Good afternoon, madam,' I said.

'Good afternoon. There's an important issue I'll like to discuss with you.'

I was excited. This was good business. She had promised to introduce prospective clients to me and she was already doing that!

'Thank you, madam. Where do I meet the client?'

There was a short pause. 'Come to number 17, Adebayo Close, off Akilo road by six p.m. Just

introduce yourself to the security man at the gate. Be there.'

She cut off the line. I whistled softly to myself. Helen who had been watching me was curious.

'Who was that?' she asked.

I smiled. 'It was the woman that invested half a million yesterday. She wants me to meet another client by six o'clock this evening.'

'Oh, that's good.'

I nodded. The time was a bit awkward, but since it was all for business, I was prepared to meet the prospective client.

When it was some minutes to five o'clock, I told Helen she could close for the day. I would

remain in the office till about quarter after six, after which I would leave to go and meet the new client.

Helen bade me go night. She said she was to have a rescheduled rendezvous with her boyfriend and I wished her good luck.

I stopped working at ten after six, locked up the office and left for Ikeja. About half an hour later, I was on the street I was asked to come. The house was a duplex building painted in white. I

parked by the main gate and walked towards. A security guy in brown uniform peered at me

from the small security post by the gate.

'Yes?' he asked in a tough tone.

I adjusted my black coat. 'I'm Steve Alowe, from TMM. I have an appointment to see a client

here.’

'Oh, you're the one,' he said. He broke into a smile. 'Yes, I've been told you were coming.' He opened the pedestrian side of the gate.

'Please, come in.'

'Thank you.'

'Just press the button at the main door,' he said further, pointing at the main door. 'Somebody will attend to you.'

I nodded and moved to the main entrance. Hardly had I pressed the bell when a maid opened it.

'I'm Steve Alowe, and I'm expected.'

She nodded. 'Come in.'

She ushered me to the expansive and luxurious sitting-room.

'Madam will soon come down,' she then and left the large room. I tried to sit down comfortably and to study the room. I could see the large portrait of Madam Biola Amigos That was my first surprise.

I studied the picture of a young lady, next to her portrait. The girl looked much like her. She had called herself 'Miss.' If the young lady was her daughter, then she was probably a single mother or a divorcee. There was no picture of a man there. There were also many jars of flower in the

room, leaving no one in doubt that she loved fanciful things. A couple of minutes after I arrived the house, the maid was back.

'The madam said I should ask you what you want.'

I looked at her briefly. The purpose of my coming was business, not pleasure.


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I studied the picture of a young lady, next to her portrait. The girl looked much like her. She had called herself 'Miss.' If the young lady was her daughter, then she was probably a single mother or a divorcee. There was no picture of a man there.

There were also many jars of flower in the room, leaving no one in doubt that she loved fanciful things. A couple of minutes after I arrived the house, the maid was back.

'The madam said I should ask you what you want.'

I looked at her briefly. The purpose of my coming was business, not pleasure.

'Don't worry, I'm alright,' I returned.

She left the room again. Minutes ticked on. After another ten minutes, Madam Biola Amigos came downstairs to the sitting-room to attend to me.

'Good day, madam,' I greeted.

'Good day, Steve,' she answered. 'Sorry for keeping you waiting.'

I grinned and nodded. It was part of the job. She was in a micro skirt and spaghetti top with the strap of her pink bra showing. I thought she looked prettier and younger.

She sat down opposite me and crossed her legs. In an instance, I could see the flawless thigh that led to her mid-section.

'Why are you not taking anything? I asked the girl ...'

'Yes,' I cut in. 'I asked her not to bother.'

'I see.' She relaxed back on the black leather seat.

A look at the clock in the sitting-room showed that it was almost six-thirty.

'Yes, I asked you to come because I have a proposition for you.'

A proposition? I thought she would talk about a prospective customer!

'You looked surprised,' she observed.

I nodded. 'I actually thought I would be coming to the house of the customer.'

She smiled. 'Yes, I'm coming to that.'

I nodded again, staring at her.

'It's a business proposition,' she went on.

It was my turn to smile. I always liked business propositions.

'But it all depends on you. It depends on whether you can do it or not.'

I sighed. 'As long as it is legal and it's something I can do, I'll be in it.'

'That's good. I know you're capable and able, even at the first time I set my eyes on you.'

I nodded. Was she pulling my legs or just prodding me on? I waited for the proposition.

'The thing is this. There's a friend of mine I want to introduce you to. All she needs is your company.'

My face wore a slight frown 'Are you talking about escort service? Sorry, TMM operates purely a ponzi scheme.'

She nodded. ‘What I’m saying has nothing to do with escorting anyone or doing escort service. It also has nothing to do with your ponzi scheme. It's a complete private arrangement.

The company you're to keep is to amuse the lady, and it's mostly in the night.'
I opened my mouth. Wait a minute, what the hell was this woman talking about?




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She nodded. ‘What I’m saying has nothing to do with escorting anyone or doing escort service. It also has nothing to do with your ponzi scheme. It's a complete private arrangement. The company you're to keep is to amuse the lady, and it's mostly in the night.'

I opened my mouth. Wait a minute, what the hell was this woman talking about?

'I don't understand you,' I said.

'Of course, you do.' She smiled again. 'It's actually a very corporate thing. The lady in question is high class person and the pay is good.

At the same time, it doesn't disturb your other work. A young man like you will definitely find the whole thing adventurous.'
My mouth was numbed, but my mind was busy.

'Well, that's the proposition. If you accept, your work starts tonight. By tomorrow morning, you'll be thousands of naira richer. That is all.'

I wanted to get angry. I wanted to tell her that though I like ladies, 'prostitution' under any guise was not what I fancied. I wanted to present myself as a decent and serious guy. Unfortunately, I could not.

Biola Amigos was smiling at me. She must have known my weakness and must have realized I would fall for her bait.

'Who is this friend of yours?' I asked.

She nodded. 'Sorry, you're not to know too much details. All I can tell you is that she's a high class woman. Are you in this or not?'
I appeared to muse over it. It was my turn to take my time while she waited.

My mind was in frenzy. Well, maybe you go give it a trial and see if you could use that opportunity to reach more prospective customers for TMM, I thought.

'Okay. I'll give it a trial,' I said.

The smile on her face was expansive. 'I know it,' she said, almost triumphantly. 'I know you'll accept the proposition.

Congratulations, Steve. Don't worry, just be a good boy and see how you'll be treated.'
I managed a grin. 'Thank you, madam.'

She nodded. 'But you must give your words that whoever you have affairs with must not be disclosed to any person, no matter what. Everything is highly confidential, and you must never betray anyone. Do I have your words?'

There should be no problem with that. 'I give my words.'

'That's good. You're on.'

I nodded. 'Thank you.'

'This calls for a toast.' She went to the bar and brought another glass cup. She poured the wine into it and handed it to me.

'Thanks.'

'This is a toast to the beginning of a rosy and happy relationship. Cheers!'

'Cheers!' I replied.

I sipped from the wine. The taste was excellent.

'Tell me about yourself,' she said.

Briefly, I told her my age, state of origin, schools that I attended, working experience and how I came to be working for TMM.
She nodded. 'Where do you live?'

'At Aguda, close to Ogba,' I replied.

'That's not far away.'

'Yes.' I took more wine from my glass cup.

'Let me briefly tell you about myself,' she said. 'Well I'm a single mother, and that' - she pointed at the picture of the young lady - 'is my girl, Tara. I've remained single not because suitors are not coming my way, but because I choose to remain single. I do clothing sales.’

'You've not told me the person and where she lives.'

She smiled briefly. 'I like your eagerness. Well, it's good. I can see that there'll be a lot of mutual understanding and cooperation ahead. That's good. As for your first client, I'm the one.'


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She smiled briefly. 'I like your eagerness. Well, it's good. I can see that there'll be a lot of mutual understanding and cooperation ahead. That's good. As for your first client, I'm the one.'

I looked at her sharply. 'You?'

She nodded. 'Yes, me. I will have to sample your taste and know exactly how good you're. It's after that I can properly evaluate and recommend you.'
It wasn't funny, but I felt like laughing. This whole thing would be interesting, wouldn't it?

I breathed in deeply.

'You'll be my guest till tomorrow morning. You keep me company and you'll amuse me. Tomorrow morning, you'll get your pay. As early as you want, you can leave.'

I nodded. This was one job that should be worthwhile. Even as Biola Amigos sat opposite, my mind was filled with vivid imaginations. I
imagined what would be the shape of those breasts when she removed her top and the bra. I imagined many other lurid things. I grinned to myself.

'I can be here till five-thirty a.m,' I said. 'Then, I'll have to go home and prepare for office. So, how much is in it for me?'

'Smart guy,' Ms. Amigos replied. 'Everything depends on how good you are, but the least money you can get is one hundred dollars.' I mentally calculated that in naira and nodded.

'Deal,' I said.

She smiled again and stood up. 'Let me go to the kitchen and see how far Salamat has gone with preparing dinner.'

I sighed again. 'Okay, madam.'

She moved out of the living-room and I watched her backside. Her bum was moderate, just like her boobs seemed to be. My salacious imaginations were back.

I poured more wine inside my cup and sat back relaxingly. I might as well enjoy every moment I was there. I looked at the young lady in the picture - her daughter. Tara couldn't be more than twenty-two, and she looked pretty too. I wasn't surprised Ms. Amigos said she had no use for marriage. A woman that acted the way she did would not fancy marital life.

Not me. Though I was thirty-five and I still frolicked around, I had the desire to settle down with a wife very soon. I hoped by then, I would stop fancying any lady in skirt. I hoped by then, my heart would be cured of the lusts it harbored.

About five minutes later, Ms. Amigos was back.

'The dinner will soon be ready,' she said.

'Thanks.'

She looked at me and smiled. 'So tell me, what do you do in your past-times?'

I smiled too. 'I love to surf the internet, I love to read and I love to chat with people.'

'Good. How old are you?'

I told her and she nodded.

'So, what do you do to while away time?' I asked in turn.

'I listen to music and dance. Any good music is okay. I'm very much young at heart.’

'It's good to hear that,' I said.

Salamat came to the living-room. 'Food don ready, ma,' she informed.

'Set the dining-table.' Ms. Amigos turned to me. 'Let's go to the dining-table.'

I grinned, stood up and followed her.

It was fried rice, fried chicken and fried plantain that were set in different slabs. The meal was sumptuous. I supposed I had to feed very well for the task ahead.

'I've not seen Tara since I came,' I observed.

She smiled. 'That's because she's far away in Canada.'

I wasn't surprised. Canada was the choice destination for many Nigerians.

She poured some portion for herself while I did the same too. Only that mine was a very generous portion. We ate the meal in silence. I must say Salamat was a good cook. Ms. Amigos seemed to be very good in selecting. I decided that I would prove to be very good too.

After the meal, we returned to the living-room. She switched on the television and watched the news. My telephone rang and it was Helen on the line.

'Hello,' she said. 'How did it go? Were you able to get the client?'

I grinned to myself. 'No problem, Helen. Everything went well.'

'Good.' She became excited. 'So, how much is the client investing?'

'Don't worry. Tomorrow morning, I'll tell you the details.'

'Are you at home, now?'

My mind raced. That seemingly simple question had a lot of meaning. 'I'm not. I may not get home on time tonight.'

'Oh, you're with friends?'

'Something like that.'

She gave up. 'Okay, till tomorrow morning, then.'

I sighed. 'Alright. Goodnight.'

The line was disconnected.

'Is that your girlfriend?' Ms. Amigos asked.




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The line was disconnected.

'Is that your girlfriend?' Ms. Amigos asked.

'No. She's my Assistant in the office.'

She nodded as if the answer I gave her was the one she expected.

We remained in the living-room until few minutes past nine.

'Alright, let's go to the bedroom.' She stood up and used the remote control to switched off the television. She switched off the split air-conditioner too. I followed her upstairs. We went to the last room to the right, her bed-room. She certainly lived big. The bedroom was big too.

She wasn't a careless dresser as I could see no cloth carelessly left on the bed or thrown somewhere. There were up to four closed wardrobes
and I imagined they were full of clothes and ladies' accessories. A fashionable woman like her would clothes and wears in abundance.

'Here, we are,' she said.

Here, my work would start, I thought.

I removed my shoes and socks, tucking the socks inside the shoes.

There was a small rechargeable radio and MP4 player on a stool by the bedside. She put it on and played the music via the memory card. It was
cool R & B music.

I tucked out my shirt and waited. She came to stand before me.

'Alright,' she said. 'Handle me lovingly the way you've never handled a lady before.'

I grinned. 'That will be no problem. I'll do it with all pleasure.'

She put her hands at akimbo. 'Well, go ahead.'

'Okay, baby. As you like.'

I drew her to myself and kissed her lips. They yielded easily to my ravenous lips. Then, I slowed down. She probably liked it easy and slow. My hands went to her boobs and I cuddled them. Just the previous day, I was introduced to this woman. If anyone had told me that within forty-eight hours, I would handle the breasts of this society lady, I would dispute it. Here I was, doing exactly that, and with relish.

I lifted her spaghetti top and unhooked the pink bra. As I suspected, her boobs were of average size. She must have done some job on them because they looked quite firm; firmer than what a woman of her age should have on her chest.

The kissing continued. I had full access to the boobs now. They felt soft in my hands. She moved to the bed and I followed her. We sat on the bed and continued the kissing game, if you could call it a game. To her it might be a game, but to me, it was more of a task.


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I lifted her spaghetti top and unhooked the pink bra. As I suspected, her boobs were of average size. She must have done some job on them because they looked quite firm; firmer than what a woman of her age should have on her chest.

The kissing continued. I had full access to the boobs now. They felt soft in my hands. She moved to the bed and I followed her. We sat on the bed and continued the kissing game, if you could call it a game. To her it might be a game, but to me, it was more of a task.

She smiled at me. 'Wow, you're a real professional.'

I smiled back. 'Are you okay now?'

She nodded, stood up and opened one of the wardrobes.

'That will be all for now,' she said and put on a sexy satin night wear. I took a cue again and wore my boxer. My prick was still erect, but it appeared she had no business with that. That organ was going to be mightily disappointed.

She came to lie on her belly on the bed.

'Come and rub my back,' she said. I nodded, pulled the satin top up to her chest and started rubbing the back. I combined rubbing with massaging and caressing. She closed her eyes. After some minutes, she slept off. I stopped what I was doing and stared at her. Was that all I would be doing - kissing, caressing, sucking and rubbing? Was that all that would be my task? I sighed and shrugged. If that was all that she wanted, then no qualms.

I lay by her side and soon slept off too. I was awakened some hours later by her soft hand which tapped on my shoulder. The clock in the large bedroom showed the time to be some minutes to one in the morning. I opened my eyes dreamily, wondering where I was and who the woman by my side was. But, it was only momentary. In a jiffy, I remembered that I was with Ms. Biola Amigos and that I was on a special assignment.




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