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Some reasons, I felt Anita should not be staring at my unclothedness. Nancy was non-chalant. Anita had changed into sexy, cream lingerie. She brought a small tray containing plastic bottles of drinks and glasses.

'Here's energy drink for everyone,' she announced, setting the tray on a stool. She opened one of the bottles, poured the drinks out and opened the second bottle to fill the third glass. I grinned to myself. I would surely need energy drinks.

Nancy and I sat on the bed while Anita sat beside us. We took our drinks. The taste was great and I really hoped it would energize me.

'I can see that you did a great work,' Anita said.

I chuckled. 'How could you tell?'

She smiled. 'I saw everything.'

I was puzzled.

She smiled and pointed to at the top of the wardrobe. 'One of the cameras is there.'

'What?' I was surprised. So, all the actions were recorded. But then, I shouldn't be surprised.

'It's just for personal amusement,' Nancy quickly said. They did it together, I thought. They agreed to record the action, and I was only being
informed now.

Anita finished up her drinks, moved to me and placed her right hand on my thigh. I smiled and stared at her.

'I like what you're putting on,' I commented.

She ran her hand across my thigh. 'You're not looking bad too,' she said, laughing shortly. I only grinned and held her by the waist.
Her mouth moved close to mine. Her lips were soft and so was the kiss. I moved my hand to her chest and caressed the boobs. Nancy lay back
on the bed, watching us. I decided to regard everything as normal, and that I had a task that must be done.

At this point, Nancy decided to join in the fun. I was surprised when she moved to kiss Anita, and to lovingly hold one of her boobs. It was the first time I would physically see two ladies kissing so
passionately.

My village people would see this as great abomination and would recommend severe punishment for them. But then, we were not in the village, and I was not exactly disposed to the village people’s way of thinking.

Apart from the kissing, I had to cede off my possession of Anita's right boob to Nancy as she continued to express desire in it by handling it.

The party was explicitly delightful, by my reckoning. We indulged in all sorts of orgy and debauchery. The drink must have been laced with some performance-enhancing substance, for I had sex the way I had never had it before. The three of us ate, drank and indulged in sex as if that was the essence of our existence. It was such a wild day. Later that evening, I think about eight in the evening, we slept off. It was about few minutes after five when I woke up.

I was at first puzzled about how I got there and who the semi-nude ladies on the same bed with me were. Then, the memory filtered in. They were my dear clients and I was their prized pick. I remembered Helen. She must have been making efforts to contact me. My trousers was still where I had hung it - on a chair arm rest. I searched the pockets and found the phone. It was switched off. When the hell did I switch it off?


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I drew her waist to me, such that her bust was against the lower part of my chest. I could feel her breasts and tummy. I kissed her softly. She reacted like somebody eagerly waiting for a cue and had finally got it. She threw her hands around my neck and pressed her mouth against mine to make the kiss long and deep. After many seconds, we stopped.

'Let me put you in the mood,' I said, as if I had not done so already.

I did all the tricks I knew to satisfy her.

Several minutes later I lay on my back, trying to bring back some energy. She lay by my side and I held her left hand.

'So, how do you feel?' I asked.

'Good.'

I closed my eyes. The image of Helen came again and I quickly opened my eyes. Some moments later, the door opened and Anita came in.

'Hello, guys,' she greeted.

'Hello,' I replied.

Some reasons, I felt Anita should not be staring at my unclothedness. Nancy was non-chalant. Anita had changed into sexy, cream lingerie. She
brought a small tray containing plastic bottles of drinks and glasses.

'Here's energy drink for everyone,' she announced, setting the tray on a stool. She opened one of the bottles, poured the drinks out and opened
the second bottle to fill the third glass. I grinned to myself. I would surely need energy drinks.


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She resigned herself to sitting where I had placed her to sit. She took one of the toasted bread. I took one too with my right hand while my second hand wrapped her waist.

'I don't like the way you're treating me,' she while munching the food. I was surprised to hear that. 'How was I treating you?'

She paused as if considering how best to answer the question. I rubbed her waist.

'Come on, how am I treating you?'

'You're treating me like a baby.'

Kike was twenty. According to her, she had done her SSCE about three years ago and her reason for coming to do housemaid job was to work for
a year in order to raise some money. My mum had promised to be of assistance if she behaved well.

Now, sitting on my lap, I believed she had behaved well enough to get whatever help mum wanted to give her.

'How am I treating you like a child?' I asked.

She didn't say a thing for many seconds. 'Because you brought a lady to your room.'

Now, I understood. I chuckled.

'That is it,' Kike said. 'You treated her like a lady, but treat me like a girl.'


I sighed and took some tea, bidding my time before I replied her. I knew what she was driving at but pretended not to.

'You need to tell me exactly what you mean,' I said.

'As a man, you should know,' she said.

I chuckled again. 'Okay. Since you won't tell me, I'll try to know.'

We ate in silence thereafter. I had refrained from going beyond handling her breasts for reasons not very clear to me. Kike was not like an
average house maid/house girl. She was neat and presentable. Although she had a petite figure, she was busty. That was what attracted her to
me in the first place. I loved ladies that were well-endowed. Now, with her accusation, I had to take a step further in the relationship, but I must
be very careful. All the same, it appeared I was hesitant about taking a step further.

After the meal, she cleared the plates and took them to the kitchen downstairs. A couple of minutes later, she was back. I could see that she
had changed clothes. She was now braless and was clad in spaghetti top and mini skirt. That way, she looked very sexy.

She stood at the doorway. ‘Are you still going to treat me like a girl, or you are ready to treat me like a lady?’ she asked, smiling.

I smiled too. ‘Come on, henceforth, I’ll treat you like a lady.’

She continued her smile, but remained at the doorway.

‘Please, come in,’ I said. ‘You’re welcome.’

Her smile became expansive as she moved inside. I stood up to meet her mid-way.

‘You’re looking gorgeous,’ I said.

‘Thank you.’

‘Besides, the fact is you’re very pretty.’

‘Hmn, hmn.’

I held her by the waist. On an impulse, I kissed her fully on the waiting lips. My hands moved from her waist to the jaunty boobs. She responded
like somebody starving from that treatment. Surely, I had a handful of things to do.

After minutes of kissing and handling, I went a step further by moving my right hand to the mini skirt. I zipped it down and pulled it down. I wasn’t
surprised she was pantie-less, for that would have constituted an encumbrance in a situation like this. I removed my clothing too.

‘Wait,’ she said. ‘I’m a virgin.’

I was surprised. Was that really true or was she just laying claim to that? ‘Are you serious?’

She nodded. I didn’t believe her but I didn’t say anything further. I lay her on the bed, spread her legs and got down to the real coital act with
her. To my surprise, she was indeed a virgin. At twenty?

That was a rare case. I tried to be gentle with her and she replicated the act by tightly holding me as if that would ensure maximum delight. Several minutes later, we concluded our adventure. I could not really tell if I enjoyed it with her or not, but somehow, being the first time I would experience such, I felt Kike was unique among others.

She cleaned up.

‘You will need to buy some blood tonic to replace the blood you’ve lost,’ I said. ‘Let me give you money for the tonic.’

I knew she didn’t need any tonic, but I needed a reason to give her money.

I rolled some one thousand naira bills and gave them to her.

‘Thank you very much,’ she said.

‘It’s okay. Take care of yourself.’

From kissing, the involvement got to removing her pink top and the peach bra. Her boobs were moderate and well-rounded. I kissed, teased and sucked them. They became hard against the stimuli.

The full action commenced in earnest. We changed the style three times before climaxing. Later, when she was about to go, I gave her money for transport. It was much more that what she could pay for transportation, even if she rented a limo, but it was very convenient for me to tag it 'transportation fares'.

'Thank you, very much, Henry', she said. I accompanied her to the gate, waved her off and returned to the house.

'Kike,' I called the house maid.

She answered from her room, which was downstairs.

'What breakfast did you prepare?' I asked as soon as she came to sight.

'I'm yet to prepare any breakfast.'

'Get me toasted bread and beverages,' I told her.

'Okay.'

I went back upstairs to my room. The video was still playing, this time around another erotic movie. I let it be and lie on the bed. Now that my
ache had gone, I ought to go to work. The problem was I had no urge for work that day.

Several minutes later, Kike brought a tray of food inside. My breakfast was ready. She set the tray on a stool beside the bed. I sat up on the bed and drew the stool close to me.

'Have you eaten?' I asked her as I poured some tea from the jug to the mug.

'I'll eat when I get downstairs,' she replied.

I grinned. 'Why don't you join me?'

She smiled but did not say a thing. I had often played with her when nobody was around, or when we were together alone. It was the kind of
play people would see as 'extreme'.

And what kind of play was that? I played with her boobs. I had never had sex with her (well, that meant I still had some decency), but I had fondled her breasts on some occasions. Why I was crazy about breasts in particular and sex in general was something inexplicable to me. Kike
was our housemaid, yes, but I enjoyed teasing her nipples.

She was still hesitant. I pulled her to myself and placed her on my lap. I tried to imagine my mother barging in and seeing her sitting on my legs. I grinned at the thought. I would simply say I was playing with her.

She resigned herself to sitting where I had placed her to sit. She took one of the toasted bread. I took one too with my right hand while my
second hand wrapped her waist.

'I don't like the way you're treating me,' she said while munching the food. I was surprised to hear that. 'How was I treating you?'

She paused as if considering how best to answer the question. I rubbed her waist.

'Come on, how am I treating you?'

'You're treating me like a baby.'

Kike was twenty. According to her, she had done her SSCE about three years ago and her reason for coming to do housemaid job was to work for a year in order to raise some money. My mum had promised to be of assistance if she behaved well.

Now, sitting on my lap, I believed she had behaved well enough to get whatever help mum wanted to give her.

Anita stared at me. 'I guess we've rested enough,' she said.

I nodded.

'Well, you'll have to put us in the mood.'

'Us?' I looked surprised. 'Your sister only mentioned you,' I said.

'She must have made an oversight,' Anita explained. I looked at Nancy inquisitively. She smiled back.

I sighed. Two ladies at a time? I had never gone to that extent before.

'Who do you want to start with?' Anita asked.

I smiled. What a challenge!

'Well, you ladies should decide that.'

Anita and Nancy looked at each other and smiled.

'You go first,' Anita told Nancy.

I was surprised. Was that selflessness or what?

Nancy smiled. 'Okay.'

'So, you can go in and let action start,' Anita said, winking at me. I nodded.

Nancy stood up. 'Let's go.'

I stood up too. I followed her to an inner room. It was a large bedroom with king-size bed. I walked to the middle of the room and stopped.
Nancy, backing the window, faced me and stared.

'You're the guy,' she said. 'And I'm the lady.'

I nodded. Somehow, I found it awkward to walk up to her and grab her. It would look more like forcing my way with her. She looked more like a complete stranger. Somehow, I felt I must create an air of familiarity and friendliness, so that all would go very smoothly.

'How're you, Nancy?' I asked.

'I'm cool.' She smiled invitingly.

I corked my head to a side. 'Are you sure you're cool?'

She nodded. The invitation smile became more noticeable.

'You look bewitching when you smile.'

She looked pleasantly surprised to hear that. 'Really?'

I nodded and smiled too, moving towards her. She stood with her arms akimbo, staring at me daringly. I held her waist with my two hands and
stared back at her. I had a task ahead, but I might as well play some game.

'You're beautiful, Nancy,' I said.

'Thanks.'

I drew her waist to me, such that her bust was against the lower part of my chest. I could feel her breasts and tummy. I kissed her softly. She
reacted like somebody eagerly waiting for a cue and had finally got it. She threw her hands around my neck and pressed her mouth against mine
to make the kiss long and deep. After many seconds, we stopped.

'Let me put you in the mood,' I said, as if I had not done so already.


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Nancy clouded her face briefly. 'TMM? What's that?'

It was the first time she would be making a complete sentence, and her accent was distinctively American. I smiled at her.

'TMM is a ponzi scheme in which an investor gets 100 per cent of the value of the investment upon maturity after fourteen days. It is safe and
many investors have benefitted from it.'

Nancy nodded. 'That's interesting. You must be doing well for yourself.

I grinned and shrugged modestly. 'I manage to get by.'

Anita stared at me curiously. 'So, how come Eno recommend you for a special lover job?'

Special lover job? I chuckled. Was that what these ladies call the steamy services that I offered?

'It was in the course of marketing TMM that I stumbled upon this other service,' I explained.

There was a brief silence.

'If I may ask, what do you do in the U.S.A ?' I asked to puncture the silence.

'We work in the entertainment industry,' Anita said.

The two of them? What entertainment industry? Working as what? There were many questions I would love to ask them, but I didn't want to
appear too inquisitive. We continued to eat in silence.

Minutes later, the food was over. Anita cleared the table while Nancy and I returned to the living-room. Anita rejoined us.

'Are you married?' she suddenly asked me.

I smiled. Did she imagine I would be married, yet I would be involved in this peculiar trade?

'No,' I replied.

'Neither are we,' Anita said.

I grinned. I didn't know whether I should be gladdened by that or not. Then, my mind went to her sister, Eno. Was she married or not? Again, I
kept the question to myself. There were some moments of silence. It was now some minutes to mid-day. I wondered when my task would start
and when it would end.

Anita stared at me. 'I guess we've rested enough,' she said.

I nodded.

'Well, you'll have to put us in the mood.'

'Us?' I looked surprised. 'Your sister only mentioned you,' I said.

'She must have made an oversight,' Anita explained. I looked at Nancy inquisitively. She smiled back.

I sighed. Two ladies at a time? I had never gone to that extent before.


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I was brushing my teeth, preparatory to taking my bath, when a knock sounded on the bedroom door. With a towel tied at my waist, and the brush still in my mouth, I went to check who was knocking.

'Sorry, uncle,' Kike said. 'A lady is asking of you.'

'A lady? What's her name?'

'She said Florence.'

So fast? But then, I remembered that Maryland wasn't far from where I lived.

'Alright. Tell her to sit in the sitting-room downstairs. I'll soon be joining her.'

I went back to complete brushing my teeth, had my bath and wore jeans and t-shirt. I sprayed Hugo Boss perfume and went downstairs to meet
my guest.

'Hello, Florence,' I greeted. 'Sorry to keep you waiting.'

'Hi. It's okay.'

'Oh, please, what can I offer you?'

She shrugged. 'I'm okay for now.'

'Oh, no,' I said quickly. 'You're my guest and I should treat you right. Kike!'

'I'm coming,' Kike answered back.

I sat comfortably on the seat next to Florence. 'There's no way you'll come to my house and you'll not take anything.’

Kike soon came to the sitting-room.

'Get her something, for God's sake. Bring some juice in the fridge and a bottle of groundnuts.'

'Yes, uncle,' Kike answered and went to get the things I said she should get.

Unlike the previous night, I had a better view of Florence, now. She was a pretty one that should be in her early twenties.

'Sorry, I didn't get what you said you were into the other time,' I told her.

She smiled briefly. 'I said I'm a student.'

'At where, and what 're you studying?'

'At Uniben. I'm studying Accounting. We're at home courtesy of ASUU strike.'

I nodded. Nigerian students were always at the mercy of many extraneous forces.

Kike served her what I said she should be served.

'Get me a glass cup too', I told her.

Florence and I chatted over the drinks.

About twenty minutes later, I told her it was better we continued our conversation in my room upstairs. She seemed not to be averse to the
idea. I took her there.

'It's a nice room', she pointed out.

'Thank you.'

I switched on the flat screen, but was not interested in any of the channels. Rather, I inserted a flash to the flash drive. There were many
movies on the disk, but the one of interest to me was an erotic film.

There was a sofa in my room. That was where Florence sat, and that was where I sat too, close to her. We watched the movie in silence for a
while. I could see that it put the two of us in the expected mood. My left hand encompassed her shoulders. It was noteworthy that she neither
protested against my choice of movie nor my action of rubbing her shoulders.

The silence in the room continued, apart from the sound from the movie. I wasn't content with rubbing her shoulders. My right hand moved to her
chest and caressed the boobs. Then, we started the kissing game. I copied the action from the movie.

From kissing, the involvement got to
removing her pink top and the peach bra. Her boobs were moderate and well-rounded. I kissed, teased and sucked them. They became hard
against the stimuli.

'End of fun, for now.' She smiled and pulled up her skirt while I put my trousers in place.

'That must be her.' She winked at me. 'Keep it up, Steve.'

I winked back and went back to my seat. Some seconds later, the door was opened and two ladies entered, each holding eatery shopping bag.
At a guess, one should be close to forty while the second one should be about my age. I wonder which one was her sister. I didn't wonder for long.

'Hello, sis,' the one that first entered, the older one, said.

'Anita,' Eno called her sister.

She came to give Eno a peck.

'Hi,' the other lady said. She seemed to have an affected tone.

'Welcome, Nancy,' Eno greeted. She smiled at them and faced me.

'This is Steve, the guy. Steve, here is my sister, Anita. The other lady is her friend, Nancy.'

'Hello, Anita. Hello, Nancy,' I greeted.

The two ladies regarded me briefly.

'Welcome, Steve,' Anita said.

'Hi,' Nancy replied.

Eno stood up. 'I'll like to excuse you guys,' she said.

'You're leaving us so soon, sister?'

'I'll be back,' she said.

She left us. I studied the two ladies. Anita looked more like an extrovert while her companion was obviously withdrawn and reticent. But maybe I should stop studying the two ladies. Nancy was the one I had business with. But then, they too were staring at me. I caught Nancy having that curious look of what kind of guy I was. Well, the feeling was mutual.

Anita turned to her friend. 'Let's have breakfast.' She turned to me. 'You're gladly invited, Steve.'

They went to the dinning-table and brought out food packs from the bag there were carrying.

'Come on, Steve, aren't you eating?' Anita called.

I had not eaten that morning. You better get well fed, I told myself and stood up to join them at the table. I sat next to Nancy while Anita sat at
the head of the table. She gave a pack to herself, one to Nancy, and handed me one.

'Thanks,' I said.

'Oh, it's nothing,' Anita replied.

I closed my eyes briefly and said, or rather, muttered a short prayer.

The two ladies smiled and looked at me in a bemused way at each other.

'See who we've got here,' Anita said jokingly. 'A pastor!'

Nancy smiled but said nothing. We started to eat the fried rice and fried chicken.

'So, what d'you do for a living?' Anita asked me.

I nodded. 'I'm one of those who coordinate TMM in Nigeria.'

Nancy clouded her face briefly. 'TMM? What's that?'

It was the first time she would be making a complete sentence, and her accent was distinctively American. I smiled at her.

'TMM is a ponzi scheme in which an investor gets 100 per cent of the value of the investment upon maturity after fourteen days. It is safe and
many investors have benefitted from it.'

Nancy nodded. 'That's interesting. You must be doing well for yourself.

I grinned and shrugged modestly. 'I manage to get by.'

Anita stared at me curiously. 'So, how come Eno recommend you for a special lover job?'

Special lover job? I chuckled. Was that what these ladies call the steamy services that I offered?

'It was in the course of marketing TMM that I stumbled upon this other service,' I explained.


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It was my ringing phone that woke me up. At first, I ignored it, but it kept ringing. Oh, why was it that I would not be allowed to have my peace? The persistence became annoying, so I picked it up. Maybe I should switch it off after answering the call. The caller i.d revealed the name to be Florence. Now, who was Florence? I had many ladies' names on the phone, many of who I couldn't remember how they looked like until I saw them. Florence was probably just one of them.

'Hello?' I said into the mouthpiece.

'Hello. Is that Henry?'

'Yes, please.'

'This is Florence, the lady you gave a ride at Barracks bus stop, yesterday.'

I instantly became wide awake. Now, I remembered Florence.

'Yeah,' I said. 'How're you, Flo?'

'Fine. Just called to say hello.'

'Good of you.' I remembered her clearly now. Just yesterday, on my way from the club at Victoria Island, I saw her standing a bit off the Barracks bus stop at Surulere, Lagos. The slow traffic made me to see her on time as she stood by the road side. She briefly waved the car down and I stopped. She was going to Maryland while I was on my way home here in Ikeja. I had given her lift, chatted briefly with her, gave her my number and got hers.

I checked the clock in the bedroom and was amazed that it was already past nine.

'Are you busy this morning, Florence?' I asked.

'Not exactly.'

What did that mean? It was either yes or no.

'Okay, can you make it to my house? I want to treat you nicely.'

There was a short pause. 'You mean this morning?'

'I mean, now.'

Another short pause. 'Okay. What's the address?'

'215 Egunjobi Street, Ikeja G.R.A.'

'Okay, I'll come.'

I smiled to myself. 'Good, I'll be expecting you.'

I disconnected the line, yawned and stood up from the bed. I was at home today because I had earlier experienced some stomach upset. When mummy came to my room and still saw me tucked in bed, she had asked if I would not be going to work. My answer was that I had stomach ache. She had urged me to eat well and send Kike to buy some drugs. Then she had left the house for her business.

Daddy didn't know I was at home, and would probably not know until much later. At twenty-four, I was a graduate of electrical engineering of two years, and had been working at dad's architectural firm for about a year, right after my NYSC. Now, don't ask me the relevance of electrical engineering to architecture. That was where daddy wanted me to work.

I left the bedroom for the bathroom. The slight ache had gone and I could indulge in whatever caught my fancy. I was brushing my teeth, preparatory to taking my bath, when a knock sounded on the bedroom door. With a towel tied at my waist, and the brush still in my mouth, I went to check who was knocking.

'Here we are.' She opened her side door and got down while I did the same. She preceded me to the guest house which had a small gate of its own. She tried to open the main door, but it was locked.

'She told me she would be dashing to V.I but would soon be back,' she said as she opened her purse to bring a small bunch of keys out, unlocked the door and opened it. She entered the large living-room. The furniture was tasteful and whoever did the interior decoration was a professional.

'Have your seat.' She motioned me to a chair.

'Thanks.' I sighed and observed the place. She brought out her phone and dialed a number.

'Hello. Where're you? I've brought the guy.’ She listened to the phone for a while. 'Okay.'

She turned to me. 'She said she'll soon be coming.'

I nodded and tried to relax back on the seat. 'That's okay.'

'Meanwhile, before she comes, let me try to entertain you.'

She smiled at me flirtatiously.

I was bemused. 'What?'

'Come on.' The smile was still on her face.

'What if she comes in?'

She shook her head. 'From what she said on the phone, she won't be here in fifteen minutes.'

I chuckled. 'Just fifteen minutes?'

'It's enough for quick one, isn't it?'

She was right. Fifteen minutes was enough for a quickie. I got up and went to her waiting hand, sitting by her side.

'Eno baby,' I said as I wrapped my hand round her neck. She responded in a most eager manner, giving me hot kisses. We didn't have much time, so I fondled her breasts briefly and stood up. She stood up too.

Few moments later, we could hear the sound of a car.

'End of fun, for now.' She smiled and pulled up her skirt while I put my trousers in place.

'That must be her.' She winked at me. 'Keep it up, Steve.'


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'Alright,' I found myself saying. 'I'll do it just this once. And, please, stop recommending me to any one again. What I really want are customers that will invest into TMM. Those are the ones I want you to recommend me to.'

'Don't worry,' she replied. 'I can assure you that I will bring people that will invest into your business. That one is not a big deal. But, first thing, first.'

I sighed and stood up. 'Okay. Let me change my clothes.'

She smiled delightedly at me. 'Oh, Steve, you're such a darling.'

She had got me. I grinned and went to my bedroom to change to more befitting wears. The t-shirt was a designer's own and the Chinos trousers, was brand new. I applied Givenchy perfume and wore leather pam shoes. Then, I suddenly remembered Helen. She had said she would come later in the day, now I was going out. I shrugged. I would call to let her know that I went to meet some clients in Lekki.

I returned to the sitting-room where Eno was waiting patiently.

'Wow. You look too good. I'm sure Anita will be very impressed, even merely looking at you.'

I smiled. 'Thanks for the compliments. Where's this friend of yours staying?'

'She's at Ikoyi.'

'Ikoyi?'

'Yes. I'll take you there. You don't have to bring your car.'

I nodded. 'Alright. I'm set.'

She stood up and went out to her jeep, while I locked up my apartment. I sat at the passenger seat in the Prado jeep. She drove towards Ogba,
then linked to Alausa and joined the major expressway.

'You really handled me well, that day,' she said. 'I want you to handle Anita the same way.'

I grinned. What a commendation! 'I'll do my best,' I said.

She nodded. 'Yes, I want you to do your best. I want you to give her something to remember when she goes back to the U.S.'

I nodded again.

'There's another thing,' she went on. I looked at her earnestly. 'She'll pay you in dollars.'

I smiled and asked myself if everything must be about money. Then I remembered that the money she paid me was still in my folder and I had not
even counted it.

She drove on towards Oworonshoki and joined the Third Mainland Bridge. I remembered I needed to let Helen know that I had left home to see a
client and might not be back until much later. I brought out my phone and called her.

'I'll soon be there,' she said.

'Oh, no,' I quickly answered. 'I'm sorry, there's change of plans. I'm presently not in the house. I'm on my way to Lekki, to see a client. You know
how far that place is. I may not be back until much later.'

'Ops.’ There was complete disappointment in her tone. ‘I'm already coming to see you.'

'I'm sorry, but don't worry. Tomorrow, I'll make it up to you - in cash and in kind.'

'It's not about money, honey,' Helen said. 'I love you.'

Her statement was touching, and briefly, I felt guilty about lying to her and embarking on what I wanted to do.

'I love you too,' I said. 'Don't worry, darling, I'll make it up to you in a very loving way.'

That softened her a bit.

'Okay, love. Take care of yourself, and be careful about Lekki babes. I want to have you only to myself.'

How prophetic! I grinned to myself again.

'No problem, dear. See you.'

'See you,' she answered and hanged up.

I sighed.

'Was that your babe?' Eno asked.

'Yes.'

She nodded and concentrated on her driving. From the bridge, we descended at Obalende and she drove to Ikoyi. Ikoyi Crescent was a very
neat and well-planned area. Of course, it was a high-brow area, compared with where I lived. We got to a duplex and she hooted the horn of
the car at the gate. A security man opened the gate and she drove in. The main building was painted in white, but behind it was detached
bungalow that looked like guest house. That was where Eno drove to and parked the car.

'Here we are.' She opened her side door and got down while I did the same. She preceded me to the guest house which had a small gate of its
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She studied the sitting-room briefly before turning to stare at me.

'Yes, let's discuss business,' she said.

I nodded. That was why she was here.

'There's this person of mine who just came in from U.S.A. She flew into Nigeria yesterday, and she needs a male company this weekend.'

My mouth opened in surprise. 'Is that the business?'

'Of course.' It was her turn to be surprised. 'Why're you surprised?'

I shook my head. 'I thought you'll be linking me with someone who wants to invest something substantial into my business, TMM.'

She smiled. 'Well, this is another form of investment.'

I shook my head. 'I'm sorry, just last night, I made up my mind that I will not do that kind of thing again.'

She looked shocked. 'You can't be serious!'

'I'm very serious,' I said. 'I want to stop offering such a service.'

She looked at me intently and suddenly burst into laughter. What was funny? What did I say or do that she found hilarious? She soon stopped
the laughter and, again, looked intently at me.

'I can't believe what you're saying,' she said. 'Wait a minute, are you Steve Alowe?'

I wondered why she was asking. 'Of course, I am.'

'Were you the guy that came to my hotel room about two nights ago?'

It seemed this woman loved to ask questions. Why all these?

'Yes, I am.'

'Then, you don't mean what you're saying. Look, I've given her a very high rating about you. It's the kind of recommendation I've never given
about any man before. Come on, let's go. She's waiting and I'm ready to take you to her right now.'

I shook my head.

She chuckled, stood up and came to sit on the arm rest of my chair. 'If indeed you're serious and you want to stop it, let it be after this. I don't
want you to disappoint somebody I've given so much high rating about you. You can’t be a let-down at this time.'

Her right hand went to my shoulder and caressed it.

'Come on, Steve. Have you forgotten how you and I had a very good time together, so soon? Why are you now acting like a man without guts? I
can't believe you're doing this.'

She suddenly kissed me. It was a short but deep one, and it did the magic.

'Alright,' I found myself saying. 'I'll do it just this once. And, please, stop recommending me to any one again. What I really want are customers
that will invest into TMM. Those are the ones I want you to recommend me to.'

'Don't worry,' she replied. 'I can assure you that I will bring people that will invest into your business. That one is not a big deal. But, first thing,
first.'

I sighed and stood up. 'Okay. Let me change my clothes.'


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By few minutes to seven that Saturday morning, I was still sleeping. I finally got up from the bed after seven. I went to ease my bowel in the toilet and I could my phone ringing. It was probably Helen, I thought. When I checked the caller i.d, it was an unknown number. Maybe a customer or a prospective one, I thought.

'Hello,' I said into the mouthpiece.

'Hello,' the voice answered. It was a female voice. 'How're you, Steve?'

The person knew my name. 'I'm fine. Sorry, who's on the line?'

'Eno,' she said. 'I need to discuss something with you.'

Discuss? Did I hear her right? What did she want to discuss with me?

'It's a big business. Give me the address of your place. I'll come around.’

A business? A big business? Well, I loved hearing about big businesses. The business must be connected to The Money Machine, I thought.
Maybe she would introduce more clients to TMM. I actually needed people like her to increase our customer base and grow the business.

'The address is 48, Kadiri Alowonle Street, Aguda, via Ogba,' I said.

'Okay. In the next one hour or so, I'll be there.'

I nodded. 'Okay.'

I decided to have my bath and looked good in a simple way. Then, I arranged the sitting-room so that everything would look primed up. Helen
called me few minutes to eight.

'Hello darling,' she greeted. 'I hope I didn't wake you up.'

'Oh, no,' I replied. 'I've been awake for some time now. How're you? '

'Fine. I called to hear your voice,' she went on.

I smiled. 'Oh, that was considerate of you. I'm glad you did that.'

'And to let you know that I'll be coming to your place later in the day.'

'That will be no problem, Helen darling. I'll be expecting you.'

'Okay. See you.'

'Yeah.'

Several minutes later, I could hear a car being driven inside the compound. I looked through one of my windows. It was an unknown black jeep. I
waited until the person behind the wheel came out of the vehicle. It was Madam Eno. I went out to meet her.

'Good morning, madam.'

She smiled upon seeing me. 'Good morning, Steve.'

In the broad daylight, she looked pretty and cool. She wore a short jeans skirt under a white t-shirt. She was not bad looking at all. I checked
myself and decided that I must control my thoughts.

I ushered her to my modest apartment.

'You've got yourself a nice, little place,' she said.

'Thank you. Please, sit down.'

She sat and I took a seat opposite her.

'Can I get you anything?' I asked.

'Oh, no. Don't worry.'

She studied the sitting-room briefly before turning to stare at me.

'Yes, let's discuss business,' she said.

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But, reasonably speaking, what body pleasure could I gain from Eno that I could not gain from Helen? What was so spectacular about holding a woman's big buttocks? Could her saggy bust complete favorably with the firm, full and succulent ones like Helen's own? I had to put a stop to the lust trade, I decided. Next time Ms. Biola Amigos called that she had a special task for me, I would tell her no.

We got to my residence. Helen and I stepped inside my flat. It was a rare case that I returned home few minutes to six p.m., on a Friday, or any working day. But then, things were not always happening the same way. As soon as Helen sat on the sofa, I came to sit by herside. No, it was not for grabbing her for sex. It was for another matter more exigent.

'Let me start by appreciating all your efforts in the office,' I said. 'You've proved to be an asset. Thank you very much.'

'You're welcome,' she said.

'Now, on a personal level, on a very personal level, I hereby express my desire that you be my wife. What do you say to that, Helen?'

She gave a smile good enough for any for any advert on a beauty product.

'Are you sure, Steve?'

'Oh, come on, dear. I'm 100 per cent sure.'

She came to hug me. The hug had the affection of two lovers who had not seen each other in ages. When the hug was over, I looked at her
curiously.

'But, you've not said yes,' I pointed out.

'Yes, yes, yes,' she said, like a very excited school girl. We had a hug again. Strangely, I felt I really loved her from that moment. I was
impressed with myself that I had made someone happy. I prayed it would not be an ephemeral thing. I prayed it would really be for real.

'Henceforth, our status has changed. We're in courtship now, and you're my wife to be.'

'Oh, Steve.' The was she said it reminded me of Eno, but I quickly blot the latter out of my mind. I decided I would be a responsible man,
henceforth.

'Let me get us some drinks,' I said, standing up and moving to the kitchen. Helen looked very happy and believe me, I was happy that she was
happy.

I took two can of beer, while she took a can of Fanta. We were back in the sitting-room and we took our drinks. She snuggled to me on the
couch while I wrapped my hands round her shoulders. She looked so contended with the way I held her. There was no sex between us that
evening. We were just happy to be in each other's company. Later that night, when she was returning to her home, I accompanied her to where
she would get a bike, as usual. I slipped a folded two thousand naira notes into her hand.

'It doesn't have to be every time,' she said, trying to reject the money. 'I'm okay.'

'I know you're okay,' I quickly said. 'But take it, my dear.'

She finally took it.

'Thank you, honey,' she said. It was the first time she would be using such an endearment and it sounded so sweet coming from her mouth.

I smiled and bade her goodnight. I returned to my house, feeling I had discovered a treasure. Helen, now my fiancée, was my newly discovered
treasure!

The PHCN had done its worse by disconnecting power supply, but I put on the generator. I watched action movies on the cable channel until
past midnight. This night, I would sleep alone but I felt much happier compared with the previous night when I had slept with Eno. It was Friday
night and I would not need to wake up early the following morning to prepare for work.

By few minutes to seven that Saturday morning, I was still sleeping. I finally got up from the bed after seven. I went to ease my bowel in the toilet and I could my phone ringing. It was probably Helen, I thought. When I checked the caller i.d, it was an unknown number. Maybe a customer or a prospective one, I thought.


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So far, I also realized that she was honest in monetary and financial dealings. Barely two weeks after working for me, I had invited her to the joint where I relaxed. She came. After the drinks and the plates of pepper soup, I had asked her to make a brief stop-over in my house, and she accepted the gesture.

That was the first time I made love to her. Since then, the coital acts had come naturally, and I thought all was just for the fun of it, without any strings attacked. Now, all she was telling me came as a surprise.

'Well, it’s okay,’ I said. ‘On my part, I'm sorry if I'm such a disappointment.'

She shook her head. 'It's not too late, Steve.'

What did that mean? Not too late to do what? But I smiled benignly instead. At the back of my mind, I understood what she meant. Helen was a wife material. She was a committed worker. I was the one that was not serious.

'Alright, Helen. I didn't say much to you because I felt your heart was with another man. Now, that I can see that it's not so, let's see how things work out.'

She seemed to brighten up. I stood up to meet her. 'You know what? Let's go to my house to talk more. I think it's better we discuss private matters there.'

Her smile became widened.

'Okay, Steve.'

We went home together in my car. My mind was busy on how best to handle her situation. She appeared to be a nice person, but was I really ready for making a commitment with a lady? Why not? Another part of my mind asked. At your age, were you not supposed to be married, or at least be committed to someone? Then, I decided that I would propose marriage to Helen.

The salacious task I was involved in must stop. For God's sake, I was already making good and cool money from TMM. Why couldn't I stick to
that? Why must I indulge in male prostitution all because I wanted to sleep with high-class women.

I didn't think my main reason for accepting that steamy task was the money I would make from it; no, I didn't think so. I had not even counted the money Madam Eno Michael gave to me, not to talk of spending from it. So, I could very much aver that the indulgence was not for
pecuniary purpose. Rather, it was for the thrills of it.

But, reasonably speaking, what body pleasure could I gain from Eno that I could not gain from Helen? What was so spectacular about holding a woman's big buttocks? Could her saggy boobs compete favorably with the firm, full and succulent ones like Helen's own? I had to put a stop to the lust trade, I decided. Next time Ms. Biola Amigos called that she had a special task for me, I would tell her no.


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'It's okay.' she pulled my head to her tummy again and I kissed it. My hands went underneath her shirt to her boobs. I realized that I was going too fast with ladies. At the rate I was going, I would soon have a breakdown, or literally kill myself. I caressed Helen's full boobs for few seconds and stopped.

'Why did you stop?' she asked.

I sighed. 'I want to stop messing you up,' I said.

She looked surprised. 'How can you mess me up?'

I tried to look as puritan as possible. 'What do you call all this one we're doing in the office?'

She glanced at the wall clock in my office. 'Alright. It's closing time. Let's go home.'

I sighed again. 'You're a good lady, Helen. I should allow you to get a good man for yourself.'

She smiled. 'But I've got a good man for myself.'

I was surprised. 'Really? So fast? Well, congratulations. Now, I have to step aside.'

She smiled again. 'You're not stepping anywhere, because, you're the man I've got.'

I looked scandalized. 'Me? Are you joking?'

She stopped her smile and looked serious. 'I'm not joking, Steve.'

'But you can't say that, Helen.'

'And why not?'

I shook my head. 'Because I'm not a serious guy. I'm not stable.'

'Then, be serious, Steve. Be serious and be stable.'

I shook my head again. She didn't understand what I meant.

She sat on my lap. Oh, dear Helen.

'Don't you have feelings for me?' she asked.

‘Of course, I do. Why will I be holding you so lovingly like this if I don’t?’

I caressed her waist softly.

'So, what are you waiting for?'

'I don't understand,' I said.

'Of course, you do. Why d'you find it difficult to propose to me.'

I opened my mouth. 'But it was just few minutes ago you told me you broke up with your boyfriend.'

Helen looked really sober, like somebody with a confession to make. She stood up from my laps and went to sit on one of my visitors' seats.

'Steve, I've been saying all that to make you feel jealous, and maybe become proactive. The last time I had a boyfriend was over three months
ago.'

I looked shocked. 'Tell me you're joking.'

'No, I'm not.' She looked at me furtively. 'I was thinking you would make the move. I’m sorry, I’ve been deceptive.'

I looked and her and grinned. She started working for me about three months ago, but I had tremendously enjoyed working with her. Helen
was thorough and mature. This twenty-eight year old lady had demonstrated efficiency, competence and coolness.

So far, I also realized that she was honest in monetary and financial dealings. Barely two weeks after working for me, I had invited her to the
joint where I relaxed. She came. After the drinks and the plates of pepper soup, I had asked her to make a brief stop-over in my house, and
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At twenty minutes to nine, I breezed inside the office. There was a lot of work to do. More customers were investing with us. Many others also had claims to make. I was busy till afternoon. When I sent Helen to buy lunch for me, I also asked her to buy multi vitamin and supplements capsules, in addition to the energy drink.

I could feel some pain on my back and I had no doubt that it came as a result of my special task. I took the food and the supplements. Then I
went back to work. About five p.m., when it was a few minutes to the closing time, Helen was back in my office.

'Are you going to see a client after closing today?' she asked.

I looked up at her and smiled. 'No.' I looked at her closely. 'Any problem?'

She gave me you-should-know look and smiled. I smiled back. I understood what she meant. But I suddenly started feeling unwilling to have intimacy with her. She had her boyfriend who should take care of her. Besides, I was beginning to see sex from business point of view. If I should be getting money from some women for offering 'sex service', why should I be dissipating my energy over giving it free? Was it not better I reserved and conserved my energy to when it would be needed most? Was it not better to let Helen go?

'What about your boyfriend? Is he not doing great to you?' I asked.

She frowned slightly. 'It depends on what you mean by great.'

'If he's doing well, I don't want to be a hindrance.'

'Who says you're a hindrance?'

I sighed.

'Have you got yourself another girlfriend?' she asked.

I would not say the truth so I shook my head.

She looked at me curiously. 'Are you getting tired of me?'

'Oh, no, Helen. I can't be tired of you.' I quickly answered, pulling her to myself and kissing her tummy. She lovingly held my neck. That meant
she was in the mood. I kissed her tummy again and she raised her shirt so that I could kiss the bare, flat tummy. She held my head against her body gingerly.

'I've told him I'm not interested again,' she suddenly blurted out. I instantly stopped what I was doing. 'Who?'

'My boyfriend.'

'What? But you just told me that all was well between you two.'

She shook her head. 'Yesterday, I told him it was all over.'

I looked at her wonderingly. 'Maybe you shouldn't have done that,' I said.

She shrugged. 'I'll get over it.'

'Sorry about that,' I offered.

'It's okay.' she pulled my head to her tummy again and I kissed it. My hands went underneath her shirt to her boobs. I realized that I was going
too fast with ladies. At the rate I was going, I would soon have a breakdown, or literally kill myself. I caressed Helen's full boobs for few seconds and stopped.

'Why did you stop?' she asked.

I sighed. 'I want to stop messing you up,' I replied.


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The kiss was back. Flabby or nor, I caressed and squeezed her boobs as if they were the most attractive boobs on earth.Despite that it was early morning, we were seriously sweating. She gripped as she climaxed and I got to the peak too.

We went to the bathroom to shower together.

'Do you always make love to a woman like that?' she asked. I was bemused.

Make love? Did we make love? I honestly thought it was better to describe what we had as frenzy intercourse. But, again, I kept my opinion to
myself.

'Not exactly,' I answered.

'What does that mean?'

I grinned. 'It means I do like to do that to only special people like you.'

'You're good in toasting,' she commented. I kept quiet on that.

We finished bathing and we returned to the bedroom. She creamed her body while I dressed up. Daylight was here already.

'Let me have your number,' she said, handing her i-phone to me. I input the number and saved it under the name: Steve, the guy.

She dipped her hand inside her purse and counted out some money which she handed to me.

'Thanks,' I said and pocketed the money.

'You didn't count it,' she observed.

Again, I grinned. 'It's alright.'

She chuckled and continued with what she was doing. My task had been completed. I picked up my folder, bade her farewell and left the place.

I was quite late to the office that morning as I still had to go home and change clothes. By quarter after eight, Helen called.

'Good morning,’ she said. 'Hope no problem.'

'No,' I replied. 'I'll soon be in the office.

At twenty minutes to nine, I breezed inside the office. There was a lot of work to do. More customers were investing with us. Many others also
had claims to make. I was busy till afternoon. When I sent Helen to buy lunch for me, I also asked her to buy multi vitamin and supplements
capsules, in addition to the energy drink.

I could feel some pain on my back and I had no doubt that it came as a result of my special task. I took the food and the supplements. Then I went back to work. About five p.m., when it was a few minutes to the closing time, Helen was back in my office.


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I grinned to myself again and lifted my left hand across her belly. I caressed the part and could feel my prick rising up to the challenge. I wondered what time of the night it was.

'Tell me about yourself,' she said. That was a strange time to chat, but I obliged her. Briefly, I told her her my background and the business I do.

'Yes, Biola told me about your business. Are you married?'

What kind of question was that? If I was married, would I be doing this kind of thing with her?

'No,' I said.

'Do you have a girlfriend?'

Again, what a question. If I was not married at my age, was I not expected to have at least a girlfriend?

'Yes, I do.' My hand went up a bit to touch her left nipple and caressed the boob. Her nipple remained very soft and unexcited, so I knew sex
was most likely not on her mind right now.

'Do you treat your girlfriend right?' she asked.

I clouded my face. Why all these questions, now? What was her business whether I treated my girlfriend right or wrong? I, however, maintained a cool composure.

'I try my best for her,' I said.

She was silent for a moment. 'When are you planning to marry?'

I resigned myself to fate. 'Soon.'

'How soon?'

How soon? Only God knew. 'I don't know how soon,' I confessed. There was a brief silence.

'You didn't tell me about yourself,' I pointed out.

She sighed. 'There's nothing interesting about me.'

'Just tell me,' I urged.

She did not say anything, but closed her eyes. Why would she not tell me about herself? What was she hiding? I shrugged it off. If she didn't
want to say it, no problem. It was not my business, anyway. My business was to 'service' her, and that I had done and was still doing.

'How many women have you slept with?' she asked.

Wait a minute, was I under interrogation or what? Why all these questions?

'Not many,' I answered.

'Exactly how many?'

Did she want to know how many ladies I had slept with in my life, or how many women I had professionally slept with? I supposed she was talking about the one that was professionally done. I sighed.

'Two,' I answered.

There was another silence. I continued to caress her chest region.

'Which part of my body do you like most?' she asked.

I chucked. Her question came just when I thought she was tired of asking questions. But this one she was asking was interesting. 'Your bum
bum,' I answered, without hesitation.

In the semi-darkness of the room, I could see that she smiled briefly.
'Really?'

My left hand briefly left her boobs to caress her big buttocks.

'Yes,' I answered.

She sighed. 'I thought you men are crazy about breasts.'

Yes, I thought, most men were crazy about firm, rounded breast, not saggy ones. I however kept my opinion to myself.

'I find your bum very attractive,' I answered.

Again, she smiled. There was another long silence.

'You didn't tell me your age,' she said.

'I'm thirty-five,' I answered.

I wasn't surprised she didn't tell me her own. She was secretive. Finally, there was a respite to her questions. We slept off again.

I was the one that woke her up about five a.m.

'I'll be leaving this place by six,' I said.

She checked the time from her cell phone.

'It's a minute after five.'

I nodded.

'So, what're you waiting for?' She smiled at me and I got the message. I moved to her and gave her a kiss. The night must have invigorated her, for she grabbed me as if she was very hungry for me. The pace was fast again. The kiss was deep. She threw off the top she was wearing.

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'Are you okay?' I asked.

She nodded, stood up and went to the attached bathroom. I would have to clean up too, but I waited till she finished. I could hear the shower
running and by the time, she came out, she had a towel round her body. I went to have a shower too with a bath soap I found in the bath-room. She was in a braless spaghetti top and shorts when I returned to the room.

'Have you eaten?' she asked.

I shook my head. 'No.'

With the energy I had dissipated, I felt like eating double ration. She ordered for room service. I sat on the sofa clad in singlet and boxer while she sat on the bed. She switched on the small flat-screen which was connected to a central cable decoder that was beaming CNN.

The food was brought and we ate to our satisfaction. After the meal, she adjusted the pillow to lean a bit on the wall while she rested her head on it. She allowed me several minutes of rest after the meal before making her next demand.

'Come and rub my thighs,' she said.

I climbed the bed by her side and rubbed the big thighs. Then she adjusted the pillow again and lay on the bed.

'And my back,' she said, turning to lie on her back and raising her spaghetti top up.

And your bum, I thought, grinning to myself.

I rubbed her back stylishly, hoping she liked it. She lay on the bed quietly and closed her eyes. My hands went to her bum.

'What about this place?' I asked. She grinned and nodded. My hands went too her waist and pulled her shots down a bit. It was easy to do that since it had elastic band. I rubbed her booty and liked what I did. I could feel my organ straining inside my boxer, but I would not make the
move unless she gave the go-ahead.

She must have guessed what was going on in my mind.

'You can totally remove the shorts,' she said.

'Okay.' I pulled the pair of shorts down to her heels and removed it. Still lying on her belly, she spread her legs apart. I hesitated.

'Come on,' she said.

I rubbed the boobs gingerly, kissed them briefly and moved my organ between her legs. The pussy was ready to receive it. Gladly, I entered into her and started the sex gyration again. After a while, she said we should change the style. I mounted her and she lay on her back.

'Just caress me,' she said.

I nodded and started kissing her. From her mouth, my mouth went to the boobs and my tongue flicked on the nipples. My hand also caressed
her belly, thighs and the vulva. After several minutes, she said she would like to sleep.

'Okay,' I replied briefly.

I wore my boxer back and lay beside. She turned on her back.

'Cuddle only my back till I sleep,' she said.

'Okay,' I said again.

Her spaghetti top remained lifted to her chest. I cuddled her gently. She was like a baby who desired to be lulled to sleep. After a couple of
minutes, she was snoring softly. Wow, what a job I had on my hand. This woman wanted sex and affection, I guessed. Who was she? Was she married? Was she divorced, or was she still single? Unlike Biola who told me about herself, this lady did no such thing. I knew where Biola had one of her clothing stores and I knew where she lived.

But this lady was like a complete stranger. Apart from the passionate night we had together, I did not know a thing about her. Anyway, as time went on, I would know more about her, I decided. I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep. In a similar fashion to what happened in Biola's house,

I was awakened after some hours of sleep. Eno put her right lap on my legs and shook them gently until I became fully awake. By the time I fully opened my eyes, she was staring at me.

I managed a grin. 'Hello.'

'Hi,' she replied.

She turned her back to me, her bum brushing against my limp cock.

'Caress me,' she said. 'Just caress.'

I grinned to myself again and lifted my left hand across her belly. I caressed the part and could feel my prick rising up to the challenge. I wondered what time of the night it was.

'Tell me about yourself,' she said. That was a strange time to chat, but I obliged her. Briefly, I told her her my background and the business I do.

'Yes, Biola told me about your business. Are you married?'

What kind of question was that? If I was married, would I be doing this kind of thing with her?

'No,' I said.

'Do you have a girlfriend?'

Again, what a question. If I was not married at my age, was I not expected to have at least a girlfriend?

'Yes, I do.' My hand went up a bit to touch her left nipple and caressed the boob. Her nipple remained very soft and unexcited, so I knew sex
was most likely not on her mind right now.

'Do you treat your girlfriend right?' she asked.

I clouded my face. Why all these questions, now? What was her business whether I treated my girlfriend right or wrong? I, however, maintained a cool composure.


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I sighed and moved to her. My hands lifted the t-shirt and I removed it. I unstrapped her black bra. Indeed, she was busty, but the boobs seemed to be sagging, unlike Biola's own.

I lay on my back, trying to get back my breath. This lady surprised my when she put her mouth on my organ and licked the semen. My phallus remained in her mouth and she continued to suck the fluid coming out of it. I rubbed the back of her head and neck. Within a couple of minutes,

'Are you okay?' I asked.

She nodded, stood up and went to the attached bathroom. I would have to clean up too, but I waited till she finished. I could hear the shower running and by the time, she came out, she had a towel round her body. I went to have a shower too with a bath soap I found in the bath-room. She was in a braless spaghetti top and shorts when I returned to the room.

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I could see that Helen was desirous of having intimate moments with me. Sorry, I would have to disappoint her. I grinned again.

'I would be meeting the client at Victoria Island', I lied. 'Don't worry, we'll meet tomorrow.' She looked a bit disappointed but shrugged it off.

'I'll soon be going there,' I said.

'Soon? I thought you are going right away.' She smiled and dropped her bag on the table. 'Since you're not going right now, I might as well show you something.'

She raised her skirt and came to sit on my lap. I knew what she wanted. In the past, on two occasions, we had had sex in the office after closing hour. But today was different. I had a task ahead and I would not want her to sap my energy or to affect my performance in the main task.

I smiled and held her waist. 'Helen, baby, don't worry. Let's wait till tomorrow. Right now, I'm sorry I have a lot on my mind.'

'Oh.' She looked even more disappointed as she stood up. I patted her bum.

'Tomorrow is just hours away,' I said.

She soon left the office. When it was six-twenty, I shot down the computer and closed the office. The traffic was light, and by quarter to seven,

I was at Ms. Amigos' house.

The security guy at the gate allowed me to drive in without any hassle. I pressed the bell at the main entrance door. Just like two days ago,
Salamat soon came to open the door.

'Good evening, sir,' she greeted.

'Good evening, Salamat.' There was no need for any introduction again. I followed her to the living-room.

'Sit down, sir. I go tell madam you dey around.'

I nodded and sat comfortably on the seat I had sat the other day. Salamat came to ask me what I would take and time, I did not decline the
offer.

'Give me any malt drinks,' I said. She left and soon returned with a small tray containing two plastic bottles of malt and a glass cup.

'Thanks,' I told her.

While I sipped my drinks, I browsed the internet on my phone. Few minutes after I came, Ms. Amigos came to meet me.

'Sorry to keep you waiting,' she said.

'Good evening.'

'Yeah, good evening.'

Today, she was dressed in a long gown and she looked every inch the opposite of the woman I saw the other time. She smiled as she sat down.

'I'm still waiting for my friend, but she'll soon be here. There's something I must tell you about her. She's quite wild. You have to be really
strong with her. But once you can please her, she can be very generous.'

I nodded. 'That will be no problem.'

Just then, her phone rang.

'Oh, she's the one calling.' She received the call. 'Hello, Eno.' She listened for some time. 'Okay, he should come over there, now?' She listened
again. 'Okay.'

The conversation ended and she cut the connection.

'You will have to meet her in the hotel where she's lodging,' Biola said. 'Go to the Majorial Hotel at Off Allen Avenue and ask for Miss Eno
Michael.'

I nodded. 'Many thanks to you, Biola.'

'Yeah, you're my friend. That's what friends are for.'

I finished up my drinks and stood up. 'I'll be calling you,' I said.

'That's alright.'

I left the house and drove to the Majorial Hotel. It was what you could call a two-star hotel, but its location was discreet and a good choice for
secret lovers. I squeezed my car in-between vehicles as the parking space was not much. I walked to the modest reception lobby and asked to see Miss Eno Michael.

'What's the name, sir?' the chubby receptionist asked.

'Steve,' I said simply.

She opened her register, went through it and nodded. She then picked the phone and made a call.

'Good evening, madam. Please, a man by the name Steve is here to see you.'

She paused to listen. 'Okay, madam.'

She ended the call and looked at me.

'Yes, she's expecting you. Go to the second floor, Room 20.'

'Thanks,' I said and went to the small elevator. I rode it to the second floor and searched for Room 20. The room was not far from the staircase.

I used the rapper on the door. After a moment, the door was opened to reveal a pretty lady.

'Good evening. I'm Steve,' I said.

'Come in.'

I entered the room and she closed and locked the door. It was a moderate room with a bed that could conveniently take two people, a sofa and a center table. But the room was not of as much interest to me as its occupant. Eno was a lady a little bit on the plump side. She should be about the same age with Ms. Biola Amigos, but she was much lighter in complexion. Under the t-shirt she was wearing, she was a bit busty and her bums were big. The jeans trousers she was wearing also indicated that her hips were big.

'Sit down.' She motioned me to the sofa while she sat on the bed.

I grinned. 'Thank you.'

She stared at me briefly. 'Biola said you were good.'

I tried to smile modestly. 'Yes, madam.'

'Call me Eno,' she quickly put in.

I smiled and nodded.

'Are you really good?'

What a question? What did she expect me to say?

'I think so,' I answered.

She chuckled. 'We'll see.' She stared at me again. 'I want you to stand up and UnCloth yourself.'

So soon? Well, no problem. Biola had told me that she was 'wild.'

I grinned again and stood up. Then, I tucked out my shirt, unbuttoned and removed it, unbuckled my belt, zipped down the trousers and
removed it. I was now left in singlet and boxer.

She looked at me keenly.

'Everything,' she said.

I removed the singlet and the boxer. She stared at my unclothedness and seemed to be fascinated.

'Come and UnCloth me,' she said.

I sighed and moved to her. My hands lifted the t-shirt and I removed it. I unstrapped her black bra. Indeed, she was busty, but the boobs seemed to be sagging, unlike Biola's own. I unzipped her jeans trousers and pulled it off. Not surprisingly, she was not wearing a pantie. She was now naked, just as I was. She stared at my cork, which had become aroused, while I looked from her boobs to her very private part.

Unlike, Biola, she was not clean-shaven as I could see strands of hairs around the genital.


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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.

She rubbed her hand on my chest. Even in my half-conscious state, I knew it as a call to duty. My right hand lifted the top of her night wear, went to her chest too and caressed the boobs. I soon became fully conscious. My lips went to meet with hers, but were redirected to her private part, while she pulled down her shorts. I resumed my duty there, whether gladly or not. As I did that, her left hand went to my boxer and slipped it down. It then rubbed on the fully erect phallus.

'Do you have condoms?' she asked.

I paused briefly in what I was doing. 'No.'

'Let me get some for you.' The action was suspended. She stood up from the bed and went to the wardrobe. It was opened and a pack of the latex rubber was brought out. She came back to hand it to me, completely removed her night wear and lay on the bed. I put on the condom and she spread her legs. It was time for the 'real action.' The 'bishop style' was not my best, but that, obviously, was what she wanted.

I inserted my phallus into her hole and started jerking. I could sense that she wanted slow action, so I did not rush her the way I would be hasty with someone like Helen. She held me as if I was the partner she had been longing for. She closed her eyes while I did all the work.

Because I was very gentle, I did not come on time. Several minutes later, when I came, I could swear that she enjoyed the act more than I did.

It was okay. After all, I was the one 'offering' service.

We slept again and I didn't wake up till five thirty a.m. I had to wake her with a kiss. I went to the adjoining toilet and bathroom to ease myself and take a bath. Oh, what an eventful night! By the time I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting on the bed.

'You're good,' she said.

'Thank you.'

She handed an envelope to me containing money.

'Thanks, Ms. Amigos,' I said. I didn't even bother to count the money. I put the envelope inside the folder I had brought along.

'You have a very good rating,' she said. 'Keep it up.'

I smiled again. 'Thanks, Miss Amigos.'

'Hey, when we're together, Biola is okay.'

I nodded. 'Thanks Biola.'

I wore my clothes, kissed her good bye and left her room. The maid was already mopping the floor in the living-room downstairs.

'Good morning,' I greeted.

'Good morning, sir.'

I went to my car and drove out of the house. I got to my residence at Aguda, Ogba few minutes after six. Oh, what a night, I thought again.



Few minutes after eight, I was in my office. Helen had come and was attending to some clients. It was then I remembered that I had not counted the money Biola gave me. The envelope containing it was still tucked in my black folder. I brought the envelope out and counted the money. The one thousand naira notes were in thirty pieces. I grinned to myself. That was my night proceeds. It was not a bad business. If I could offer such a service twice a week and receive the same amount, then I would make not less the two hundred and forty thousand in a month.

Apart from my bonuses at TMM, that was more than my salary. It was not a bad business, I told myself again. But everything, of course, would depend on how frequent such a 'business' came my way. Just like Ms. Biola said, it was a business that must be conducted discretely. I would be a fool to let Helen know what exactly I did with Ms. Amigos.

When Helen later asked about the outcome of my meeting with the client the previous night, I told her that the client had decided to invest in our scheme and would soon be transferring money. I also told her that in the days and weeks to come, more society ladies would be convinced about the TMM.

Our normal business continued for the rest of that day. At closing time, Helen told me she would be meeting with her boyfriend.

'It's like the guy is becoming serious,' I said.

She nodded and smiled. I bade her goodnight and still worked a bit. When it was six few minutes to six, I decided to close for the day. I drove to the joint where I normally relaxed and ordered for a plate of pepper soup and beer. I was there till some minutes after nine. I decided to go home and relax, rather than hustling for a babe. The following morning, business went normally and smoothly. About mid-day, Ms. Biola Amigos called my number.

'Good day, madam,' I greeted. 'Thanks for the other time.'

'It's okay,' she said. 'I'll like to introduce you to one of my friends later today. Can you come around by seven?'

I grinned to myself. Of course, I could come around by seven.

'That would be no problem, madam,' I replied.

'Good. See you.'

She cut the line. Phew, I whistled to myself. Another exciting outing was in the offing, I told myself.

At the close of work, Helen came to me.

'Are you going to that joint today?'

I grinned but shook my head. 'Sorry, I forgot to tell you, I'll be meeting another prospective client.'

'By what time will you be meeting the client, and by what time will you be back?'

I could see that Helen was desirous of having intimate moments with me. Sorry, I would have to disappoint her. I grinned again.

'I would be meeting the client at Victoria Island', I lied. 'Don't worry, we'll meet tomorrow.' She looked a bit disappointed but shrugged it off.

'I'll soon be going there,' I said.

'Soon? I thought you are going right away.' She smiled and dropped her bag on the table. 'Since you're not going right now, I might as well show you something.'


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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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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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