This celebration embodied the spirit of creativity and collaboration that flourished within these walls.

As the night wore on, the walls reverberated with chanting and clapping, as friends formed a spontaneous drum circle. They embraced the sheer joy of being together, bound by a mutual love for this slice of paradise.

Joyce was not feeling too well, so she could not stay on for too long. But the merriment continued. In that moment, he realized that this celebration was not only about success but also about gratitude for the people who had supported him throughout this journey.

They finally wound down, dancing their way to the sweet promise of rest. As their final song filled the air, he looked around at the smiling faces, feeling an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. This celebration would forever be etched in their memories as a testament to friendship, resilience, and the sheer power of creating something meaningful.

And as MC closed his eyes that night, the rhythmic beat of the music still echoing in his ears, he knew that this was just the beginning. His club had flourished, and he was ready to continue this wild adventure of making dreams come true.

As the night winded down and the celebration came to an end.

"Thank you so much, dear friends, for coming," MC said. He found himself bidding farewell to his friends as they departed one by one in their cars. It was late in the night but he too would return home.

After making sure everything was in order before leaving the club, he ventured out into the quiet darkness of the night. The streets were deserted, save for the occasional passing car, casting eerie shadows as they sped by.

A sense of exhaustion washed over him as he settled into the driver's seat, ready to make the journey home. The adrenaline and excitement from the night now faded, leaving him feeling drained and worn out. But little did he know, the night still had one last twist awaiting him.

That very evening, MC took her to one of the reserved rooms in the club. This time, even without prompts, Joyce unclothed for him. He could go beyond just feasting his eyes on the boobs; now, he could handle them and carry out all his sexual fantasies.


*. *. *


MC had poured his heart and soul into running this club, and it was finally paying off. It was time to let go of the stress and indulge in a much-deserved celebration with his friends. The atmosphere was electric as they gathered in their beloved club, buzzing with excitement and a shared sense of accomplishment.

A rainbow of disco lights flickered and danced across the walls, illuminating the dance floor where their friends were already swaying to the infectious rhythm of the music. The bass pounded through the speakers, reverberating in their chests and syncing their heartbeats.

As he made his way through the crowd, he was greeted with a chorus of cheers and congratulations. Friends, old and new, surrounded me, shouting words of praise and admiration. Though appreciative, he couldn't help but divert their attention towards the true stars of the evening - the club and its success.

They raised their glasses high, toasting to the countless hours, sleepless nights, and relentless determination that had brought them to this very moment. The clinking of glasses resonated in the air, a unified declaration of victory and camaraderie.

Lost in the infectious energy, he took to the dance floor alongside his friends. The music coursed through their veins like a potent elixir, infusing each step with a vibrant energy. Laughter and joy filled the air as they let go of their inhibitions, completely surrendering to the music's magnetic pull.

The night was a testament to the incredible bonds they had formed along this journey. Each friend had played an integral role in the club's success, offering their unwavering support and expertise when needed. And now, it was time to revel in the fruits of their collective labor.

Guests from all walks of life - loyal patrons, fellow performers, and a myriad of creative minds - had congregated in their haven. Their smiles and infectious energy spread like wildfire, creating an atmosphere of pure bliss. Faces filled with sheer delight blanketed the room, serving as a reflection of their achievement.

But it wasn't just about the loud music and jubilant dancing. Their club had become a sanctuary where artists of all kinds could express themselves freely. It had become a source of inspiration, providing a platform for dreams to come to life. This celebration embodied the spirit of creativity and collaboration that flourished within these walls.

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Why is it that you don't finish your stories and you also don't update on time?

Hmm......

They seemed full and rounded, but bras could be very deceptive.

"Are you ok with standing before me like this?" He asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Yes."

He nodded too. "That's good. If I have to take a further step by removing the bra, will you oblige?"

In an unabashed voice, she answered in the affirmative.

"Well, you're not going to remove the bra yet," he said smugly. "But I'm going to be asking you some very personal questions."

"Okay."

He nodded again. "Will you be ready and willing to stay in a hotel room with me for nights?"

Again, her answer was in the affirmative.

"Won't you see that as sexual harassment? Even your top that I asked you to remove now, don't you see it as sexual harassment?"

Now, Joyce. "You didn't force me to do it. I consented willingly to what you asked for, so it's not sexual harassment."

"Good. You can wear your clothes back."

In the end, it was with no conflict and hesitation that he made his decision. He chose Joyce, not solely because of her physical appearance, but because he believed her charm and magnetism would be assets in representing the company. However, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he had missed out on a highly qualified candidate purely based on looks and impressions.

That was how Joyce got the job. She started the job immediately, as directed by her boss.

That very evening, MC took her to one of the reserved rooms in the club. This time, even without prompts, Joyce unclothed for. He could go beyond just feasting his eyes on the boobs; now, he could handle them and carry out all his sexual fantasies.

She became wide-eyed. "You mean..."

"Yes," he interrupted her. "I mean remove your top."

Very reluctantly, she stood up and unbottoned her top. She did it almost mechanically, as if a force was making her to do.

Michael looked at her intently. Now, she stood before him, her upper part only clad in white bra. Her boobs, encased in the lacy bra, seemed to be modest. I sighed, nodded and asked her to wear her top back

Next came Jane, a bright and intelligent woman who had demonstrated a high level of expertise in office administration during their phone conversation. Her diligent and detail-oriented approach was evident in her crisp resume and her confident answers during the interview.

When MC told her about if she could tease him and instructed her to remove her top, she shook her head.

"I'm sorry, sir, he won't be able to do that," Jane said.

MC did not prompt her further. Neither did he threaten that she would not get the job if she didn't comply with his request. In his mind, he crossed out the possibility of employing Jane.

Finally, there was Joyce. From the moment she entered the room, she captured his full attention. With her striking beauty, she effortlessly commanded the space. While her resume showed a limited amount of experience, she possessed an undeniable charm that could not be ignored.

He finally put the same request he gave to others to Joyce.

"Is that the factor that will make me get the job?" Joyce asked.

MC chuckled. "Perhaps," he said cautiously.

With a known smile, Joyce stood up, removed the black jacket she was wearing and unbottoned her white shirt.

Her boobs In the black bra were larger than they first appeared. They seemed full and rounded, but bras could be very deceptive.

I slowly and teasingly licked at her lips with my tongue before sliding it once more deep inside, slowly but insistently; like I wanted to slide my hard cock deep into her hot velvety pu***y.

I felt her slump against me in total submission as I rolled my tongue against hers and explored every square inch inside that delicious hot mouth of hers. It was a beautiful kiss, deep and tender, yet full of sensuous promise; the all-consuming passionate kiss I'd wanted from her for so long.She moaned as she caved in to her desires and kissed me back, her arms slipping around my neck once more.

That first one was a long deep delicious kiss shared by first-time lovers; and it was perfect. I finally pulled my mouth back from hers and she looked up at me, a look of pure bliss in her eyes.

"Bayo ... that ... that was so nice." I didn't give her time to relax as I brought my mouth back down to hers and we shared a series of long searing kisses. My dick was as hard as a baseball bat in my pants and I pressed it against her once more as I cupped her luscious bum and pulled her against me."Did I ... did I do that?" she asked as she pulled back slightly and looked down at the bulging front of my trousers."Yes, Madam. You are so beautiful and I couldn't help it.""Bayo, kissing is nice, but I don't think we should …""Madam, we're both adults," I said, cutting her off. "I'm a grown man with needs. I love you so much, Madam. I'm sorry this happens to me when I'm around you, but it does. I ... I need to do something about it.""What ... what do you want to do?"


Her nervousness had come back again. I wanted to pick her up and set her on the edge of the bed, rip those panties off her and just gosh the shit out of her, but I knew I had to take it much slower; but I still wanted to move forward."Madam, would you use your hand on it for me?" I held my breath as I waited for her response."I ... I've never done that before," she said nervously as she continued to look down at the big swell at my midsection. I was totally shocked by what she'd just said about not having done that before; but also very happy that she hadn't said no.

"You mean with your former husband, you never..." I just kind of let that hang out there to see what she'd say.

"No. He was too conservative to do that kind of thing," she replied timidly; seemingly ashamed of her limited experience. A beautiful woman like this deserved to have young and energetic guy to explore the best in relationship. wasted under his controlling hand. "I will always treat you well, Madam. Don't worry, I'll show you exactly what to do. I know you'll be perfect at anything you want to try." I pulled my shirt off and tossed it onto the sofa. I reached for the belt of my trousers and worked fast; I didn't want to give her a second to object. I shoved my trousers and underwear down to my ankles in one shot and quickly stepped out of them, pulling off my socks at the same time.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed as I stood up, my rigid cock thrusting out towards her. Her eyes were wide as she looked at my thick hard lance, the engorged crown seeming to grow darker as it bobbed up and down with each beat of my racing heart.

The day of the interviews finally arrived, and he eagerly waited for the first candidate to be interviewed.

The interview was supposed to start by ten o'clock in the morning. By ten minutes after ten, three ladies were waiting at the reception office. Of course, he had only called for ladies to apply.

He finally called the first lady inside his office. He was face to face with a young woman named Amaka who exuded confidence and professionalism. She had an impressive resume, showcasing her organizational skills and experience in managing multiple tasks simultaneously. Her qualifications were impeccable.

MC was impressed, but there was another important factor.

"Can you tease me if there's need for that?" He asked her.

Amaka was puzzled. "Tease you? How do you mean, sir?"

MC smiled at her. "For example, if there is need to feast my eyes on something fascinating, will you oblige?"

She still looked puzzled. "I don't understand."

He smiled again as he studied her across his desk.

"Alright, I'll be plain. Right now, I want you to tease me by removing your top."

She became wide-eyed. "You mean..."

"Yes," he interrupted her. "I mean remove your top."

How nice was it?"Jane asked.

I couldnt help chuckling. "It was very nice."

"Tell us how nice." It was Julie and there was a leer on her face.

I shook my head, wondering how to answer her question.

"How long did it last?" Jane butted in.

I looked ruffled.

"Come on. What will it cost you to tell us?" Jane went on.

I can't tell you," I said decisively. "Now, let's go back to the topic."

"Oh, oh," Jane grumbled.

"We just have to go back to the topic."

They could see my resolve, so they calmed down and grudgingly continued with the lesson. It was a big effort for me to keep my mind on the topic and not to be derailed. I heaved sigh of relief when the lesson was over and I left the house.

On Wednesday, I was in the house at my usual time. I would be taking English today. I brought a book on SSCE past questions and answers along as I intended to give them so work to do from the book. Again, it was only one of them that came in for the lesson.

It wasn't just about the music; it was about creating an experience where people could come together and forget the worries of the world, even if it were just for a few hours.

With his club fully erected and ready to open its doors, the next challenge was attracting patrons. MC devised a clever marketing campaign, ensuring The Bulls's presence was felt throughout the city. He spread the word like wildfire, promising a new era of music, dance, and camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of ordinary nightlife.

On the grand opening night, a sense of nervous excitement overwhelmed him. Would people, apart from his friends and invited guests, show up? Would they embrace the concept he had poured his heart into?

It turned out that he had nothing to fear. That Friday was a day never to forget. Many patrons came, signalling the beginning of good things to come. As the clock struck midnight, the once-abandoned club was transformed into a haven of life, energy, and pulsating beats.

People flooded in, drawn to the rhythm of the music resonating through their souls. The dance floor throbbed with animated bodies as laughter mingled with the bass-filled notes. The success of that night was unparalleled, and it was only the beginning.

Even his father was impressed with what he had put up while Ebele, his step mom eyed him somehow. MC basked in the euphoria of his first personal business venture.

Words quickly spread about the unique experience visitors found at The Bulls. It became the go-to destination for music aficionados, party-goers, and those seeking a break from the monotony of everyday life. As the club soared in popularity, collaborations with renowned DJs and live music acts started pouring in. The energy in the crowd was electric, and the sense of belonging within their club's walls was palpable.

After a couple of years, and The Bulls had become an acclaimed sensation, making its mark on the city's vibrant nightlife scene. The once unsightly spot was now a thriving hub, attracting people from near and far who seek an escape from reality through music and camaraderie.

Looking back at his journey, he cannot help but feel immense pride. The road to success was not easy, but the challenges he faced along the way only fueled his determination to create something extraordinary. The Bulls stands as a testament to daring to dream and taking risks, transforming a neglected space into a thriving sanctuary that has brought joy and unity to many. And as he stood here, surrounded by the pulsating beats and beaming faces, he knew that this is just the beginning of an incredible chapter in his life.

As the owner of a growing company, he found himself in need of a personal assistant to help manage his ever-increasing workload. With a stack of resumes in hand, he decided to invite three potential candidates for an interview. Little did he know that this process would lead him down an unexpected path, one that challenged his own biases and assumptions.

MC still needed some personal staff. Specifically, he needed a personal assistant. He had already shortlisted some of those that applied. The day of the interviews finally arrived, and he eagerly waited for the first candidate to be interviewed.

Never Love a Serial Lover




C. Nova


(c) 2024


MC was a young man full of ideas. From the scratch, he was able to establish a club business that gained success and prominence. The problem with MC was he was once a serial lover, and he would always be a serial lover that no lady should trust with her heart.





He never imagined that starting a club business would be in his future, let alone a successful one. As a young man in the university, his dream was to graduate in Accountancy, become a chartered accountant and work in a multi national company.

His name was MC, short for Michael Chucks, and this is the story of how he embarked on a journey that would change his life forever.

It all began one chilly July evening when he found himself standing outside a dilapidated building in Ikeja. The one storey building was residential but it was obvious it was a very old and not-well-attended-to building.

He later learnt that the owner had died and that the adult children who inherited it were eager to sell it off and share the proceeds. The money they were asking for was quite on the high side, but MC approached his father, a city billionaire, for assistance.

Phillips Chuck's, MC's father was quite sceptical.

"What do you want to do with that old building?" he had asked. "Why not get a better place and develop it?"

MC was undaunted. He had already set his mind on what he wanted and he was prepared to pursue it to a logical end. After more dilly-dallying, his father gave him the loan. MC purchased the building and gave all the tenants quit notice. Some months later, he set bulldozers to demolish the place. On that same plot of land was The Bull Club house.

It took weeks of tireless work, but with the help of a dedicated team, They managed to turn the rundown space into a captivating venue that exuded an atmosphere of excitement and electricity.

His vision for The Bulls was to create an inclusive space that catered to people from all walks of life. He wanted it to be a sanctuary where the pulsating beats of music resonated, captivating the hearts and souls of those who stepped foot inside.

It wasn't just about the music; it was about creating an experience where people could come together and forget the worries of the world, even if it were just for a few hours.

"Really? Is that true?" Julie asked.

I nodded dumbly.

"Are you saying you don't have sex?"

I was horrified. How could these girls ask very sensitive questions so casually like this?

"Lets not talk about that," I quickly put in.

"Why not? Why do people take sex as a taboo?" Jane asked. "Are you so shy to discuss it?" she asked further.

I looked at her boldly.

" It's not that I'm shy. In this part of the world, many people are reserved about discussing sex. But, think of it. How will your mum feel if she should come in and hear me talking about sex?"

"But she won't come in, and she won't hear you," Julie argued.

I shook my head. Honestly, these girls were something else.

"Or, have you never done it before?" Jane asked.

I took in some breaths. I just had to keep my calmness. "I've done it before," I answered slowly.

"Your last experience, how was it like?" Julie asked.

The two of them giggled.

"If you must know, it was a nice experience."

They giggled again.

"How nice was it?"Jane asked.

"Are you Jane? How's your body, now?"

"I'm Jane," the one to the left answered.

I quickly turned to her. "Oh, sorry. How do you do, Jane?"

She smiled. "Fine, thank you."

I wrote the topic on the board and started to teach. It was on African prose. I needed to make it very interactive so I asked them which of the recommended text books they had read.

"All the books," they chorused.

"Good. That will make it easier. All the same, we need to seriously revise each of them. Let's start with Second Class Citizen by Buchi Emecheta."

They cooperated by contributing to the discussion on the background, theme, setting and the characters in the book; and by asking relevant questions. I was happy they were taking the lesson seriously.

After about an hour, Jane yawned.

"We understand everything about the book," she said.

"Everything? No, I dont think so. Knowledge has no end. No matter what you understand or know, you can always know and understand better."

"The lesson is becoming boring," Julie seconded her sister. "Can't we try something exciting?"

I looked at them curiously. "Such as what?"

"Such as asking you some personal questions," Jane put in.

My heart started racing. What were they up to?

"I think its better we restrict questions to the book. We can still talk about the themes and the plot again."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jane asked.

I sighed. Maybe I should just drift with them reasonably. "No, I dont," I lied.They instantly looked interested.

"Really? Is that true?" Julie asked.

I nodded dumbly.