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It was a smooth ride back to the office. about one o’clock, an office assistant came to serve the security guy, the other driver and me food. I wasn’t expecting that.

‘You’ll be having free lunch,’ Edmund explained.

‘Oh that’s good.’

Few minutes after four o’clock, Madam came down with her handbag. She had closed for work and was on her way home.

‘You will drive to Ojuelegba,’ she said. ‘I live at Surulere.’

‘Okay, Madam.’

I engaged the gear and drove out of the company’s premises. The traffic had increased, so the drive was quite slow. That day, I got to know
where Madam lived at a duplex in Ishaga. It was the end of my first day at work.

‘You will be here early tomorrow morning to take me to work,’ she instructed.

‘Yes, Madam. Goodnight.’

‘Goodnight.’



* * *

A week later on my new job, Madam informed me that I would be driving to Ota for a workshop. There was no qualm about that. It was a
Monday morning. From her residence, I would be driving straight to Ota.

“The workshop would be starting by ten o’clock, so we should be able to get there on time,” she said as she settled herself comfortably at the
back seat.

“Yes, Madam,” I answered dutifully.

After about ten minutes of driving, she asked me a question I was not expecting: “How often do you quarrel with your girlfriend?”

Now, what kind of question was this? What if I did not have a girlfriend?

I shook my head. “We don’t usually quarrel, ma’am.”

I could hear her chuckle. “Lucky you. Have you ever beaten her?”

Again, I shook my head, wondering why she was asking all these.

“Good, you must never raise up your hand against a woman.”

I nearly laughed. Why had this woman suddenly become a preacher? Several minutes later, we got to Ota. It was just few minutes after nine.
Thank God Madam would not be getting late for the seminar.

“Before we go to the venue, I want to inspect my building site,” she said.

“No problem, Madam.”

She directed me to the place which was along Idi-Iroko Road. She got down from the car to unlock the iron gate herself while I drove inside. It
was a quiet place. No one was within the house. I could see that the duplex was just completed and was yet to be occupied. From the bunch of keys in her hand, she opened the entrance door.

“You can come in,” she told me.

I followed her inside the house without question. The sitting room was tiled and the furniture were already there, although there was no sound
system or electronic gadget.

She sat down on one of the sofas.

“I actually brought you here because I want to talk to you,” she began.

I was surprised. “Me? Talk to me?”

She nodded. “If you don’t mind, have a seat.”



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Ride on.

She sat opposite me and looked at me expectantly.

“I will take full responsibilities of your pregnancy on two conditions,” I started. “The first is that there must be a paternity test as soon as you
deliver the baby. I need to be one hundred per cent convinced that indeed I am the one responsible.”
Her countenance change as she looked indignant. “So, you don’t even trust me.”

“It’s not about trust. It’s about conviction. Do the test and let me be rest assured.” She didn’t say anything further although she still looked
slighted.

“Let me however assure you that I will start taking care of you and the needs of the child henceforth. Yes, I want everything to be alright with the
baby. However, that will stop the moment I realize that the baby is not mine.”

She seemed to relax a bit. That was a fair deal, wasn’t it? I cleared my throat and continued. “The second condition is that my wife must never
know about the baby. As you know, marriage to you is totally out of it. I’ve always detested the practice of bigamy and polygamy, so count me
out of taking a new wife.”

Amanda laughed on hearing this. Was that funny? Not exactly, but she must have seen the irony and contrast between what I claimed and what I
did to her.

She had listened to me raptly without interrupting. When I was through, she smiled.

“It’s okay, Uncle Alex.” She always used the title ‘uncle’ whenever she was trying to be mischievous. “I agree to all the conditions.”

“I will be paying the upkeep every month, along with your salary.”

“Thanks, Uncle Alex.”

I wanted to tell her to drop the ‘uncle’ tag but decided against it. When she was tired of saying it, she would stop using it. Our working
relationship continued at the formal level. The morning of the Friday of that week, Augusta gave me a call.

“Alex dear, how’s everything over there?”

I grinned. “Everything’s fine, darling.”

“I called to let you know that I will not be at the club today. I’ll be travelling to Abuja.”

I was instantly curious. “Why are you travelling to Abuja?”

“For business,” she replied briskly.

Now what kind of business could she be involved in? What kind of business other than love peddling?

“I see,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. “When will you be back?”

“It’s just for a couple of days. I’ll let you know when I’m back in Lagos.”

I nodded. “Alright, Augusta. Take care of yourself.”

“Thanks, Alex. If you don’t mind, there’s a friend of mine I can introduce you to. She can take my place while I’m away.”

My heart started beating fast. “Really? Who is that?”

“Her name is Evelyn and she’s a good friend. It’s just that you have to treat her right.”

I understood what she meant. “Well, that will be no problem.”

“I know you won’t miss the chance. I’ll tell her to meet you at the club in Ikeja. I’ve already shown her your picture, so she knows you.”

“I see.”

“Yes. I’ll give her your number, so she’ll call. Have a nice time, Alex.”

“Thanks, Augusta. Have a nice business trip.”

She disengaged the line while I whistled to myself. This was going to be exciting after all. I would definitely like to meet Evelyn and see how things would work out. I went back to work. Several minutes later, I received another call from an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Is that Alex?” It was a female voice.

“Yes, who’s on the line?”

“This is Evelyn, a friend of Augusta.”

“Ah, Evelyn, it’s good to hear your voice.”

“Good to hear yours too. We were supposed to meet later today.”

“Yes, at the G-Gold Club, Ikeja by …”

“I’m sorry, I’m not a club girl. Can we meet somewhere else?”

I thought quickly. Of course, we could meet in a good hotel. “There’s this hotel …”

“Why don’t you come to my residence?” she interrupted.

I was surprised to hear that. “Your house?”

“Yes, I will text the address to you.”

“Alright. As you like it.”

“I’ll be expecting you.”

“Alright.”

She disjoined the line. Once again, I felt tinges of excitement building up in me. About five minutes later, a text message came from Evelyn. She
lived at Ojodu Berger. I nodded as I memorized the street and the number. I would definitely be there.

Few minutes after five p.m., I closed for the day. I drove to Ojodu. I was soon on her street. From the easy numbering, it was not difficult to find
her house number. I parked the car close to the gate of the house. it was a storey building. I knocked at the gate.

“Yes, who dey there?” a voice called.

“I’m asking for Evelyn.”

A man came out to open the gate. From his looks, it was obvious he was the guard of the house.

“Good day. I’m asking for Evelyn,” I repeated.

He opened the gate wider. “Na the first flat for the right.” He pointed at the way.

“Thank you.” I nodded and followed the way he had pointed. I was soon at the door of a flat. I rapped on the door gently.

After some seconds, a voice called out: “Who is there?”

“It’s Alex. I’m here to see Evelyn.”

The door was opened. A lady in her mid-twenties smiled to show her fine teeth. She was pretty but quite short.

“Evelyn?”

She nodded. “Come in, Alex.”

I stepped inside her apartment.


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She was indeed good in culinary skill. I ate till I could eat no more. After the meal, we lay on the bed. I cuddled her tummy.

“Now that you want to start business, will you still love me?”

“Of course. Nothing will stop me from loving you.”

“You won’t think you need someone better than me?”

I shook my head emphatically. “No sophisticated lady will come between us. What a man like me want from a lady is prettiness and home
management; and from what I have seen, you have the qualities, my dear. I mean that. In fact, the more prosperous I become, the more I will
take care of you.”

She smiled. “We shall see.”

“Yes, we shall see.” I kissed her. “I will start demonstrating my love for you right away.” I kissed her more. From her mouth, my lips slid down
slowly working to the neck and to her bust. She had removed the bra, so all I had to do was to lift up her t-shirt and play with her boobs.

This time around, she was not fussy about leaving the light on. I could clearly see her boobs now. The nipples were big and fluffy. The areolas
were particularly dark. To me, they were beautiful pair of breasts. I sucked on them and she moaned in pleasure.

She stopped me briefly to UnCloth herself. I went on to lock her door and to strip myself naked. I could see that she wanted me as much as I
wanted her. I dabbed my mouth on her vagina. That spot was a particularly special place to me. I teased the vulva, making her feel my warm
breath. I moved on to kiss her inner thighs.

They had smooth, silken flesh. Then, my tongue found its way back to the vagina. I gave her a long broad stroke with my tongue from her
butthole up all the way to her clit. Her body shook in excitement. I kept teasing her pussy so passionately, stimulating her clit and at the
moments my tongue slipped inside her vagina.

Her moaning increased, such that I feared that people could hear it outside the room.

“Do you like that or you want me to stop?” I asked. It was a very needless question. Her response was a grunt and her action of holding my head
tightly to remain where it was. She let out a muffled cry and twitched her body. That must be fantastic orgasm, I reasoned.

I changed position and got on top of her with my rock hard cock making a grand entry to her very wet pussy. The entry was slimy. I started the
gentle thrusting as if I was scared I would hurt her. I kept up the act with slow deep movements. They became very deep and fast at some
points.

Her moans accentuated the passionate session. She clung to me as if I had become a life support. Minutes later, I downloaded (or was it
uploaded?) warm sticky load of semen inside her. I didn’t even care whether she got pregnant or not. If she did, I was ready to take her to the
altar. We lay side by side on the bed, trying to regain our breath.

I was with her for a long time. How time moved so far. I was surprised when mummy called and I realized that it was already few minutes to
eleven o’clock.

“Anthony,” mummy said, her voice full of concern. “It’s to eleven. It’s not too safe to be outside at this time of the day.”

“I know, mummy. I’m already on my way home.”

“Okay. You need to come home right away.”

“Okay, mum.”

I disconnected the call and sighed. “Don’t worry, my dear. This parental guidance will soon stop.”

I stood up to dress up. “Take care of yourself, Bukky dear.”

“Alright. Take care of yourself too and goodnight.”

I kissed her goodnight and left her place.



* * *

Three weeks after I started the business with Kay, things were moving very fast. Indeed, it was a very lucrative business. Our agreement was that I
would be paid weekly commissions on the gains made. So far, the agreement was in place and I was raking in a lot of money.

On some days, I would join Kay at the bar of Exquisite Hotel to have a nice in time in the evening. I was becoming a big guy now and needed to step up in life. On some other days, I would visit Bukky in the evening. I made sure I visited her at least thrice during weekdays. Today, I was with
Kay and another pal, Cyril, and in company of two ladies. The first babe belonged to Kay while the second one was for Cyril. Today, Vivian my
regular babe was not around.

I was on my second bottle of lager beer. There was liveliness all around un in the bar as guys were drinking, smoking or chatting up their babes.
Kay and Cyril were discussing football. It was our favorite topic. We talked about European league, about football clubs and about good
players.

When it was eight p.m., I stood up. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, I’ll like to take my leave now,” I announced. “We’ll see again tomorrow.”

I shook hands with the guys, waved at the ladies and left the place. I would be going home straight. Now, talking about home, I was seriously
considering finding an apartment for myself. There was no way I would continue to live with my parents. I had earlier discussed this with Kay
and he said I should not be in a hurry to rent a place for now.

“I live in a two-bedroom flat at Oyekan Street. Why don’t you join me there for now? The second bedroom is empty.”

With the way mummy was disturbing me about my relationship and visit to Bukky, I might just consider taking Kay’s offer as an interim option.
Mummy refused to see anything good about my relationship with Bukky and kept insisting that I should look for a lady of my age. I had told her
she would have to accept her; that she was the love of my life. I got to our residence at Abina few minutes to nine. I went straight to my room as
I didn’t have any appetite to eat anything the evening.

I stripped myself to boxer and singlet and lay on the bed. Few minutes, someone knocked on my bed.

“Yes, come in,” I said.

Mummy entered the room.

“Aren’t you coming to eat?” she asked.

“I’m okay, mum. I don’t want any food tonight.”

She nodded. “So, how’s your business going?”

I smiled. “Business is going on well mum. I’m learning fast on the job. All is fine.”

“Okay. Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight, mum.”

She left my room. I was thinking about Bukky when I slept off. I would not be visiting her until the following day. The next morning, I was at the
store at Ojuelegba to co-coordinate activities with Kay. No doubt, I was learning fast on the job and was doing well. From what Kay said, in six
months’ time, another outlet would be opened at Ota and I would fully be in charge of that one



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That was obvious, wasn’t it? She handed the car key to me.

‘Have you washed it?’ she asked.

I looked at the array of cars in the park. ‘No, I didn’t even know which one I would be driving.’

‘And you didn’t bother to ask,’ she said accusingly. She looked at a particular car. It was a Toyota Highlander. ‘You have to wash it,’ she said.

I sighed and nodded. ‘Yes, Madam.’ There was a plastic bucket inside the security post. I took it to a tap close by the post and filled it with water. I then took it to the car.

‘Have the key,’ she said, handing the car key to me. Gingerly, I took it from her. From the booth, I took a towel that looked like a face towel. I used this to mop the car.

Madam stood by and watched me. Some minutes after, I was through.

She entered the car while I kicked the engine to life.

‘You’re taking me to Victoria Island,’ she announced.

‘Yes, Madam.’

The traffic was starting to get busy, but we soon left the mainland.

‘Drive to Adetokunbo Ademola Street,’ the voice of the woman said.

‘Alright, Madam.’

I drove to the street she said. She directed me to a commercial bank. I parked the car on the car lot while she got down importantly.

‘You wait in the car,’ she said.

Did I even need to be told that? I nodded at her and watched her enter the bank, the security guys curtseying to her. To pass the time, I switched on the car radio, leaving the door to my side opened.

A talks program was on the radio. Some listeners phoned in to contribute on why spousal abuse was on the increase. As a man yet to be married, I barely found the topic interesting.
It took almost an hour before Madam returned.

‘Drive back to the office,’ she commanded.

‘Yes, Madam.’

It was a smooth ride back to the office. about one o’clock, an office assistant came to serve the security guy, the other driver and me food. I wasn’t expecting that.

‘You’ll be having free lunch,’ Edmund explained.

‘Oh that’s good.’

Few minutes after four o’clock, Madam came down with her handbag. She had closed for work and was on her way home.

‘You will drive to Ojuelegba,’ she said. ‘I live at Surulere.’

‘Okay, Madam.’


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Her body jerked and her boobs jounced around in my busy hands, as I hammered the both of us headlong into orgasm. The semen in my balls boiled out-of-control and shot up my shaft and spray-painted the velvet walls of her gushing pussy. I shot out wad after white-hot wad into Cynthia’s love tunnel, in time to the electric shocks that jolted our bodies.

The act was finally over. I lay satisfied on the bed even as I patted her sensuous melons and gently squeezed them. I primped her nipples, as she shook with the after-effects of ecstasy.

That was my own way of ‘celebrating.’


* * *

The following day, I woke up early to get dressed and leave for my new work. I got to the office at Falomo, Ikoyi on time. I went straight to the office of Human Resources Manager. I waited a bit before I was given the uniform and the identity card I had been promised. I had to sit at the Madam’s secretary office to await the Madam. She did not come to the office until some minutes to nine. I rose to my feet to greet her.

‘Good morning, Madam.’

‘Morning,’ she replied, a little bit curtly.

I tried to study the character of the woman. I had heard that some women were difficult to work with. So far,
all indices showed that this one would be a difficult one. I shrugged. I would have to brave the odds. About
ten minutes after the Madam came, she sent a message to me through her secretary.

‘Madam says you can go and stay downstairs,’ Amarachi said.

I looked at her enquiringly. ‘Where downstairs?’

‘You can stay with the security man.’

I nodded and got up to my feet. Yes, I should have thought of that. A driver was not meant to have an office
or stay in one. That was our people’s mentality. I went down to the security post. With my brand new uniform, I
didn’t need to explain much that I was a new driver.

‘What is the name?’ the chubby security man on duty asked me.

‘Ben. Ben Bada. What’s yours?’

‘Call me Edmund.’ He said it with a smile. We were soon joined by another man who called himself Soko. He
was the driver of the staff bus. Soon, Edmund and I became friends as we chatted on variety of things.

‘You will enjoy this work, once you put in your best,’ Edmund counseled. I nodded. Yes, I intended to give it my best.

About some minutes to ten that morning, Madam came downstairs, holding her bag. I quickly left the security
post to meet her.

‘I’m going out,’ she said. I nodded. That was obvious, wasn’t it? She handed the car key to me.

‘Have you washed it?’ she asked.

I looked at the array of cars in the park. ‘No, I didn’t even know which one I would be driving.’

‘And you didn’t bother to ask,’ she said accusingly. She looked at a particular car. It was a Toyota Highlander.

‘You have to wash it,’ she said.

I sighed and nodded. ‘Yes, Madam.’ There was a plastic bucket inside the security post. I took it to a tap close
by the post and filled it with water. I then took it to the car.


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Synergized, I thrust my fingers in as hard as I could. She lifted her hips to meet my active fingers probing deeper and deeper into her pussy. She moaned loudly as she finally came.

Her body went into spasms. Her cheeks flushed in pinkish manner while her legs trembled on the bed. I slackened down my act and went to her clit. She gripped my hand and held it still, unable to take any more stimulus on the blood enlarged organ.

We remained on the bed like that for a few minutes as she got her breath back. She held my prick and held it between her soaking lips gently shifting it back and forward.

I could feel the sap rising again and thrust it hard against her belly and letting rip with another dose of semen which sprayed up to her tits and one lump landed on her chin. Now, she had got back at me.

We both lay satisfied about venting out our lusts. Some minutes later, we went to the shower and washed each other like zealous teenagers that were savoring moments of conquest.

From that day on, my relationship with Augusta blossomed. We arranged to be seeing each other every other day. She was a crazy one who wanted more and I was prepared to oblige her.


* * *

One month after she went for the test that confirmed that she was pregnant, Amanda continued to be unyielding to my suggestion that she should terminate the pregnancy.

The fetus was now about eight weeks old.

Looking at her, it didn’t look like she was pregnant. At least, for now. She kept telling me that she had decided to have the baby, no matter what. She actually appeared to have won the battle of wits, as I had softened my stance - at least a little.

She told me there were important things she must do. The first was that she was planning to move out of her present abode and rent an apartment. She presently stayed with her parents and four siblings in a three-bedrooms apartment at Isolo.

All her siblings, according to her, were female and she was the first born. All of them were already grown up, the youngest being fourteen.
For now, Amanda’s parents were yet to know she was pregnant.

She said her parents ran a thriving wholesale foodstuffs business and hardly had time for a grown up like her. It was only her immediate younger sister, Josephine, who was an off-campus student studying pharmacy at the university of Lagos that suspected that she was pregnant.

“Since you want to have the baby, aren’t you suppose to tell your parents?” I asked her.

“I will tell them at the right time,” she answered.

She heaved a sigh. She must be thanking God that I had stopped pestering her about abortion. I had unwillingly given a nod to her having the baby. This afternoon, I called her to my office for some heart-to-heart talks.

She sat opposite me and looked at me expectantly.

“I will take full responsibilities of your pregnancy on two conditions,” I started. “The first is that there must be a paternity test as soon as you deliver the baby. I need to be one hundred per cent convinced that indeed I am the one responsible.”

Her countenance change as she looked indignant. “So, you don’t even trust me.”


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I swirled my tongue all around first one stiff, rubbery nipple and then the other, using the tongue on them even longer and harder. My hands caressed her massive boobs.

I latched my lips onto one of her nipples and sucked on them.

She moaned the more. She lifted her arms and ran her fingers through her twinkling, night-shaded tresses, thrusting out and abandoning her treasure chest to my loving hands and mouth.

I sucked long and hard on her left tit, scouring the underside of it with my busy tongue, biting into its swollen nipple. I repeated the erotic process with her other sensitive boob. I then shoved her boobs together and forked my tongue back and forth across both of the babe’s obviously pumped-up nipples.

Cynthia’s body and boobs shuddered in my hands, but I kept right on with the tongue-lashing, desperately feeling up her smooth, superheated tit-flesh. Until at last her eyes popped open and she moaned again.

I caressed her damp breasts in order that she could remove her skirt, so that I could unbuckle and unzip my trousers. She moved her butt backwards and spread her legs.

Briefly, I could see that her shaven cunt was covered with wetness. I shuffled forward, in between her slim, honey-dipped limbs, my arrow-straight cock pointing stiffly and directly at her slit, certainly straining to find a home there.

“Oh, go on!” she urged, leaning back against the wall. She gathered up her splayed breasts and squeezed them.

I lifted her legs up, gulped down some air, and then parted her slick pussy lips with the head of my prick. I pushed forward, diving deep into the luscious lady’s sopping Arrow.

I started pumping my hips. Bang, bang, bang, I went on. I churned my rod back and forth in Cynthia’s tight, juicy cunt, the bed slightly creaking in return. I could see her butt and boobs shaking with each and every cock-thrust that I made.

Once again, I grabbed onto her brown, full boobs. I groped them, rolled and pulled the nipples. Simultaneously, my pulsating cock slid in and out of her pussy.

She gripped the edge of the bed with her fingers and decisively moved her head back and forth against the wall.

While she moaned, I released occasional grunts. I stepped up my action, fucking the honey pot in a frenzy. The lower part of my body smacked against her rippling butt cheeks. My battering-ram cock seemed to be splitting her in two. I gritted in baited breaths.

Her body jerked and her boobs jounced around in my busy hands, as I hammered the both of us headlong into orgasm. The semen in my balls boiled out-of-control and shot up my shaft and spray-painted the velvet walls of her gushing pussy. I shot out wad after white-hot wad into Cynthia’s love tunnel, in time to the electric shocks that jolted our bodies.

The act was finally over. I lay satisfied on the bed even as I patted her sensuous melons and gently squeezed them. I primped her nipples, as she shook with the after-effects of ecstasy.

That was my own way of ‘celebrating.’



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