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He broke away, dropping to his knees before her. He took her foot in his hand, gently caressing her ankle before bringing it to his mouth.

Her toes were perfect, just the right size to fit in his mouth. He kissed them, one by one, his tongue sliding over her smooth skin. Bola gasped, her hand coming to rest on the back of his head, guiding him closer. He took her big toe between his lips, sucking gently, feeling her shiver. Her hand tightened in his hair as she moaned softly.

He moved to the next toe, then the next, each one receiving the same tender treatment. Bola's legs trembled, and she leaned against the shelves for support. He could feel her excitement growing, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her.

He worked his way up her foot, his tongue tracing the arch before moving to the soft flesh between her toes. He could taste the sweetness of her skin, and the scent of her arousal filled the small room. His cock was straining against his pants now, begging for release.

But he didn't stop there. He kissed his way up her leg, pausing to nip at her inner thigh. Bola's breath caught in her throat, and she whispered his name. He looked up at her, his eyes smoldering with desire.

With a swift motion, he pulled her closer, his hands finding her ass and lifting her onto the shelf. He kissed her again, deeper this time, as his hand found its way under her skirt. Her panties were already soaked, and he could feel her heat radiating against his fingertips.

Their kiss grew more frantic, their breathing heavier. He slid his hand over her pussy, feeling the wetness seep through the fabric. Bola's hips bucked, and she gasped into his mouth. He knew she was ready for him.

Prince pulled back, his eyes locking with hers. "I'm going to make you cum," he said, his voice a dark promise.

With a nod, Bola reached down to pull her panties aside, exposing her glistening pussy. He dipped his head, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was sweet and tangy, and he couldn't get enough. He licked along her slit, savoring the flavor before focusing on her clit. Bola's legs trembled as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive bud, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Her moans grew louder, echoing off the metal shelves. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around him. Her breathing was ragged now, her chest heaving with each gasp. He added another finger, curling them inside her as he continued to suck and lick. She was so close, her hips grinding against his face.

Suddenly, she stiffened, her body arching. "Prince!" she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. He felt the warmth of her release against his tongue, and he eagerly swallowed, not wanting to miss a drop.





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Bound by Lust



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For Prince and the sultry receptionist, getting intimate gets hotter and hotter. Even at that, there's craving for more and more.....

This story has erotic scenes.


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Prince glanced around the empty office, his eyes lingering on the closed door of the supply room.

"You know," he said softly into the phone, "I've always thought of what's in there."



"Oh, it's just boring old supplies," Bola's voice replied, her tone light and teasing. "But I can think of something more fun we could do in there."

Prince felt a stir in his pants at the thought. Bola had always had that effect on him, with her full hair cascading over her slender shoulders and those B-cup tits that filled out her blouse so nicely. "What did you have in mind?"

"Why don't you come over here and find out?" she suggested, the hint of a smile in her voice.

Prince's heart raced as he ended the call. He knew it was risky, but the thrill of sneaking around with his sexy manager was too much to resist. He rose from his desk and walked over, his eyes sweeping the hallway to ensure they were alone. He turned the knob, the door creaking slightly as he pushed it open. The room was dimly lit, the shelves casting long shadows across the floor.

Bola was waiting for him, her blouse unbuttoned to reveal her pale, lacy bra. Her skirt was hiked up, and she had kicked off her heels, her toes wiggling in anticipation. She looked at him with a seductive smile, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"You're difficult to satisfy," he said, his voice low and husky.

"Only for you," she replied, her hand slipping to her neck and tracing a line down to her chest. "Now, come here and show me just how much you want this."

He stepped closer, his cock already thickening. He reached out to touch her, his hand grazing her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Let's see if you can make me scream before anyone notices we're missing."

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they tugged at each other's clothes. The scent of her perfume filled his nose, and he felt himself getting harder by the second. He broke away, dropping to his knees before her. He took her foot in his hand, gently caressing her ankle before bringing it to his mouth.




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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.'

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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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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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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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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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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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Nice.

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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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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‘How could you tell, dear lady?’
‘Because I know that’s not what was on your mind.’
‘Tell me, what’s on my mind, then.’
‘Okay, I’ll tell you. What reward will you give me if I tell you the truth?’
‘Reward?’
‘Yes, reward.’
I thought briefly. ‘I’ll buy one-thousand-naira recharge card for you.’
She shook her head. ‘Hmn, hmn, that’s not what I want.’
‘What do you want?’
She sighed. ‘This is the reward I want, and I want it right now: I don’t want you to have any other girlfriend.’
I was bethought over this. ‘I thought I’ve given my words on that.’
‘I want you to say it solemnly and seriously. Wait.’ She stood up from me and got down from the bed.
I was still bemused over this. ‘Where’re you going?’
‘Give me one minute. I’ll be back.’ She left the bedroom.
Now, what was she up to? I wondered and awaited her. A minute later, she was back.
She came to sit by the bedside, lifted my right thumb and before I knew it, used a razor she had brought to make small cut on the thumb.
‘Ouch! What are you doing?’
‘Sh-sh.’ She made a small cut on her own thumb. A trickle of blood had come out of the two fingers. She joined her thumb with his, such that the blood mixed.
‘Now, swear to me that you’ll never have any other girlfriend again; that I’ll be your only girlfriend.’
‘This is serious, Lizzy! Must we do this?’
‘Yes. Except you’re just deceiving me; except you want to use and dump me.’
I did not believe in this kind of thing. I think it was all hogwash. Since she said that was what she wanted, I decided to oblige. ‘Alright. Let’s do it.’
We did the swearing to the effect that we would always love each other, no matter what, and that apart from my wife, no other lady must ever come between them. She sucked my thumb, while she made me to suck hers. The swearing was over. I sighed. For the second time within four weeks, I had been made to swear to an oath. Goodness!

Lizzy was very happy after the deed.
‘Now, you’re mine and I’m yours,’ she said gleefully.
I nodded. She climbed on the bed again and lay on my body.
‘How heavy am I?’
‘Feather weight.’
She pressed her body on mine. I could feel all the contours – including the breasts, belly, hips, knees and the feet - of her petite body.
‘Still feather weight.’
‘Okay. I like my weight as it is.’
‘I like it too. It makes you portable.’
She planted her mouth on mine. We started with a kiss. My hands went all over chest. I could feel the hardness of the cups of her bra. I wanted more that feeling her bra. My hands slid under her top. I unhooked the bra on her boobs and kissed them. She removed the encumbrances by completely removing her top and the bra. I started to suck on one of her nipples, making my face to be out of sight a little longer. Some seconds later, I went to the wardrobe and retrieved the packet of condoms I had kept for a moment like this.

She sniffled but took a deep breath and mumbled, “He probably did me a favor. Better I know now he’s just another dumb jock looking to pop my cherry before moving on to his next conquest.”

“That is true,” I agreed. “And a very mature response, if I may say so.”

“Then why do I feel like shit?”

“Rejection is never easy.”

“You seem to deal with it just fine every day.”

I pulled back to look into her eyes. “Wait, what?”

“Isn’t that what it feels like when one of the girls lets you get oh-so-close to starting something but won’t give you that final inch? Like when Uchechi shoves her big tits into your face and starts peeling back the edge of her bikini top right next to your lips but doesn’t quite let you suck on her nipple? Rejection?”

I frowned. “No, not at all.”

“Then what does it feel like?”

I smiled and brushed her loose bangs back from her eyes, tucking the strands behind her ears. and after giving her a quick peck on the nose, I explained, “It feels like a beautiful woman, in the flower of her youth, wants to explore her own sexuality and feels comfortable enough to do that with me. She trusts me. and I would never do anything to betray that trust.”

“I do trust you, Michael.”

I grinned. “I know.”

Taking a deep breath, Christy managed a smile, and she wrapped both arms around my midsection while setting her head down on my shoulder. I hugged her tight, straightened her spine, and held her close. Finally, she seemed to be at peace.

After a minute, I straightened her hair and said, “Look, it’s the first day of school. Nobody’s assigned us any homework and the whole gang will be over at my house within thirty minutes. Let’s get home, get changed, and you can commiserate with your friends.”

Christy stayed in my hug for a long time, pushing her nose into the side of my neck. She got her breathing under control,looked up at me, and puckered up. I gave her another quick brotherly peck, patted her head, and released my grip.

The whole Pretty-Young-Things had already planned to come over to the house after this first day of school. The weather was hot, and the babes also looked sultry. After driving home, I parked in the garage. Christy walked over to her house to drop off her backpack and change, and I headed inside to prepare for the girls’ arrival.