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Biola was grateful, and went home to her husband, who was impressed by the college-educated, somewhat stuck-up young boss of his wife's. He had had nothing good to say about Alfred, who he felt was an arrogant, privileged college boy, and Biola was constantly annoyed by her husband's blue-collar inferiority complex. She was glad that he was able to show some gratitude to her employer.
Alfred went home and thought about the situation.



Biola came into work after her short vacation. The situation hadn't yet improved, but their families had chipped in a little to support them. Her oldest daughter Henry, who was 17, had picked up a job at a superKoleet near them to try and pay for gas and maybe a bill or two.

Walking into the office, she wore a black suit jacket with light pinstripes, and a matching skirt that stopped right above the knees. Her white blouse underneath the jacket was open just enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her hair was down, and her shoes were high heeled. Again, she was hot.

Seeing her confirmed the decision Alfred had come to in his mind.

Opening the door to his office, he said “hey, Biola, when is my first appointment?”

“Not till 1 in the afternoon today Alfred. And by the way, thanks so much for the days off, I needed that,” she replied.

“No problem, that's a lot on your plate to deal with. I'm glad I've got time. Why don't you come in the office for a moment. I want to talk with you about something.”

He went back to his desk, and in a moment Biola had entered.

Here it is, Alfred thought, go time. He pulled a chair out for Biola, which she sat in, with a nod and smile for his politeness, and Alfred took his seat behind the desk.

“Biola, I've been thinking about your situation. I can't do much, but I've decided to give you a slight raise. Again, its not a whole lot, but its the best I can do now.”

What a nice young man, Biola thought. “What?! Thank you sooo much Alfred. You have no idea how kind this is of you.”

“This is a little impersonal, actually, let's sit on the couch instead.” Alfred got up and walked to a leather couch that was in the corner, Biola following.

As they sat down, Alfred sitting fairly close to his secretary, he said:
“Its not just me being kind. You're important to me. You do a good job coordinating appointments, keeping records, and helping me organize.”

Biola was flattered and was about to thank him when he said,
“And besides, you're hot enough to keep my clients coming back.” Which he followed with a big smile, that Biola, who was somewhat blown away, took to be a joke.

She laughed a little, then proceeded to thank him.

“Thank you so much Alfred, really, you're too kind, and I appreciate the raise more than you know. If there is anything my family or I can do...”

Hot? That was flirty. It was just a joke. Or was it? I've seen him check me out before...Well, whatever his reason's for giving me a raise, because he's nice, or thinks I'm hot, or both, or whatever, I needed that. I may get through this month fine since....

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alfred saying, “Well, I like to think I'm kind...but the truth is I'm pretty self serving sometimes. I want to help you, but at the same time, I want to get something else too.”

As soon as he said that, Biola, who was no fool, had an inkling of where he was going.



Nothing Goes For Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

Hello everyone.

This is a long story. I hope you will find it interesting.

There are many sex scenes, so beware.


Happy reading.


Nothing Goes For Nothing


Frankie


The situation is not good for Biola at the home front. Observing her situation, her boss offers to help. But, it is not for free. She has a heavy price to pay back.







Chapter One

The situation was bad for Biola and her family. 37 years old, married, three children, and with a house just large enough for her and her husband to afford, cars just decent enough for them to buy, and care for their children (private schools, sports teams, and events) that their combined income just managed to cover. Needless to say, her husband losing work was devastating.

An independent contractor, his fairly regular income was substantial enough to pay for just about all they needed, while her lower-income job as a secretary at an accountant's office was steady enough to supplement her husband Michael's income and provide for basic bills when he was without a contract.

His fall off a ladder, resulting in a broken leg and arm (along with several other problems) was going to lay him up for the indefinite future. She was thankful he was alive, but more than a little concerned for the future. The cars could be sold, but the housing Koleet was not promising for their house, and she wanted her children to have a good education badly, so they would not have to deal with the same situation that she was facing now.
How to make ends meet was the question plaguing Biola's mind as she walked into work on a Monday morning.

Alfred's situation was completely different. He had graduated from a four year university in 3 years with an accounting degree at 20, having started a year early. He had attended on a full ride academic scholarship.

His master's degree was completed just after his 21st birthday, at a reKoleable speed, and, being somewhat of a control freak, and wishing to be his own boss, established himself as an independent CPA with his own office in the city.

He was 23 years old. He was doing very well for himself, and his rapid career path was impressive by any standard.

Biola had joined his office a year previously. He had chosen her out of the many applicants for several reasons: first, though she had limited experience, she seemed to have a good attitude and work ethic, and Alfred appreciated that. Second, she was asking for a somewhat lower salary than he had anticipated, and, of course, that was an important factor.

Third, and perhaps most importantly, Biola was hot. Trim (she had become a mother at a younger age), athletic (she enjoyed jogging, running and yoga), and fashionable, there was no way a 22 year old young man, extremely intelligent or not, could pass her up as an employee.

So, Alfred, a year later, and like always, enjoyed seeing his hot secretary come into the office he owned and operated. It was satisfying. Regarding Biola, he had fantasized about her, but never really considered it a possibility that he would have a chance with her. She was older, married, and seemed pretty happy with her situation.
Today, he was quick to notice, she didn't seem too happy.

It wasn't long before he found out about her situation: her husband's incapacity, the growing bills, the difficulty of the situation. Alfred was sympathetic, and asked if she needed some time off to deal with the crisis, which Biola thanked him for but refused, since, money being the problem, time off of work was the last thing she needed.

“Take a couple days off of work, consider it a paid vacation. I will too. Postpone my meetings, I'll do some work from home, and you spend some time with your husband. Hopefully something will turn up to help with this, okay?”

Biola was grateful, and went home to her husband, who was impressed by the college-educated, somewhat stuck-up young boss of his wife's. He had had nothing good to say about Alfred, who he felt was an arrogant, privileged college boy, and Biola was constantly annoyed by her husband's blue-collar inferiority complex. She was glad that he was able to show some gratitude to her employer.

Alfred went home and thought about the situation.

Nothing Goes for Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

Nice work

The door closed quietly. I could hear whispered conversation. I held my breath to hear better. Finally, I crept out of bed and tiptoed down the hall, then lay on my stomach to creep closer for a look. There were no lights on, just the light streaming in from the light outdoors.

The two of them were in an embrace by the door.

"No ... we can't ... Prince will wake up." I heard my step Mom's hushed voice.

They kissed and I watched as the stranger's hand slipped lower, cupping my step Mom's bottom. He moved it across the expanse of her bottom, slowly, caressingly.

Her hand found his and slowly pulled it a little higher on her hip. He tried to move it again. After a time she moved his hand againa. My heart was beating wildly. Jealousy? I didn't know what it was. Anger?

"No, Tim, I have to get up early in the morning. And besides, we'll wake him up."

"But Esther. Please?" he begged.

His hand was pulling up her skirt in the back and then her panties were bright in the dim light. His hand fondled her bottom, separated only by the nylon of her panties.

She didn't stop him, but protested more firmly. "Really, Tim, I have to go now. I'm really sorry."

I could see his hand pressing her closer to him and his hand slipped inside her panties.

"Really, I have to... " she pulled away and his hand slipped from her panties and her skirt fell back into place.

"Good Night!" she said and she took that pose that women do sometimes, stood with one foot kicked up while they kiss the man.

I crawled away from the scene and hurried down the hall. I heard another "good night" and then the door closing firmly.

She didn't come upstairs. And so, I turned on the light in my room and crept along the hall to find her sitting in the dark on the couch.

"I'm home, Prince." she said quietly.

I went down stairs and sat by her on the couch.

" ... don't think I'm ready for this..." she said, and giggled.

"What happened?"

"Oh, no, it was fine. Just me. That's all. How 'bout one of your patented back scratches, though?"

And so I stood by her knee as she unbuttoned the dress and made room for my hand to scratch her back. I found her bra strap and rubbed along it, then pushed my fingers underneath it.

"Ahhhhh that feels good! Thanks honey. You're a love." she sighed.

In a while she nudged me toward bed and we went upstairs arms around each other.

"Come keep me company 'til I fall asleep?" She bumped against the wall as we walked. "Oops, a bit too much wine with dinner." she laughed.

DIARY: "C has reached puberty. I've been worrying how to handle it. Now it is upon us. Hope I am handling it openly. Should help him get through with as little stress as possible. Just wish I were sure.

He probably needs his dad, but I'll have to do. It appears that he had his first ejaculation last night. Well, his first and second. I've explained and think I made him comfortable. Time will tell. But of course, everyone survives it. I feel so close to him today."

The neighborhood gang was playing a game of touch football late in the evening. By the time it became dark it had become a giggling mass of bodies wriggling in bunches on the grass. At one point I found myself pressed tight against Moji. I had a new feeling. We were on the bottom of the heap of writhing bodies.

For the first time, I experienced the thrill of a rising erection pressed tight into the soft mound between a girl's legs. I was baffled. This had happened before but this time it was accompanied by a warm feeling of tingling excitement that suffused my entire body.

As the pile of people rolled off us, I lingered there. Moji struggled for a step Mummy then stopped. We were alone. In the darkness, our faces were inches apart. She moved toward me and I kissed me on the lips and put her arms tight around my neck.

I was taken by surprise. But the thrill vibrated even more through my young body. Now I was in no hurry to move from this comfortable position on top of my friend. Slowly, she moved against me. The soft curves of her young body felt delicious.

step Moms began calling for their children and at last it was just four of us; me, Moji, Bimpe and Mercy. We chased fireflies for awhile and then the two younger girls Moji, Sola and Bimpe started kidding about playing a kissing game. The eighth graders were two years younger than me, fifteen.

They were very experienced from my viewpoint. I was still protesting against kissing girls, at least officially. Unofficially I was curious. But I protested and pretended to run away from the girls. I let them catch me and the led me to the steps at the back of Bimpe's house.

We talked in hushed tones and they teased me about the things I didn't know about girls and kissing and sex. The cicadas were making a lot of noise in the hot summer night air and the stars were bright and plentiful overhead.

Bimpe went in the house and returned with a coke bottle to use as a spinner. She also brought a tube of lipstick which she and Moji shared and then offered to Mercy. When she declined, they offered to put it on for her and she relented and let them ceremoniously apply it to her pursed lips.

"You can go first, Mercy, since you're so sweet on him!" Bimpe said.

"I am not!" she protested.





Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472

I couldn't help it, I gently held her shoulders in my hands, and kissed her softly on the cheek. But then with a heavy heart, I quietly stepped away and let myself out the door.

Once in the hallway, I started striding to the elevator, my cell phone already out in my hand as I thumbed it back on.

If she had set me up, oh man was I going to kill Rosalinda.

"I swear I had nothing to do with it!" Rosalinda pleaded with me, her voice slightly distorted by our intermittent cellular connection.

"You're sure? Paparazzi just like to hang outside Geno's waiting to see if Tade Robins will show up? And who are these 'sources' who say we've been dating for four years?"

"Like I know? I wasn't planning anything."

"Oh, and the whole conversation about me pretending to be your boyfriendhelping your career? I'll bet that never happened? I imagined the whole thing!"

Now Rosalinda's voice took a turn for the pissed off. "Look, I swear to you again that I had nothing to do with it. you can choose to either trust me on that or not. Just stop yelling at me!"

Then my phone triple beeped to let me know the call had ended. She'd fucking hung up on me. And in a spur of rage, I screamed and threw my phone against the wall where the case cracked and fell to the floor. What the Bleep did I care? I had enough money to buy the whole damn wireless company!

And then my stomach growled loudly.

Oh, for crying out loud.



TUESDAY

I awoke to hear insistent rapping against my door. How long they'd been banging outside I didn't know, but the noise wouldn't go away, even after I'd tried drowning it out with a pillow over my ears.

Bleary eyed, I finally staggered out of bed and peered through the peephole. I was rather hoping to see Nancy, or even maybe Rosalinda. But I was left with my disappointment. Damn lawyers...

I opened up to see one of the distinguished gentlemen I'd met yesterday at Mr. Kendall's law firm. 'Mr. Rubenstein' if I remembered the name correctly. He looked at me quizzically.

"I apologize for appearing at your door unannounced, Mr. Robins, but your mobile is not answering."

"Oh, yeah. I think I broke my phone last night."

"I see." He glanced up and down at my disheveled appearance. "Are you just waking up?"

"Yes."

"But it's already 10am."

"Well, I don't have a job anymore."

He chewed on that for a second. "Quite right. May we come in?"

"Yes, of course, of course." I stepped out of the doorway and as Rubenstein came in, I noticed the second person for the first time. I wasn't quite sure how I'd missed her in the first place, as she was a statuesque blonde and devastatingly attractive. She was also holding a very familiar stack of folders.

My guests removed their shoes politely (African tradition) and then the three of us sat down in my living room, me on the couch and the two of them in my only wing chairs. I looked back at the stack of folders, trying to remember why they looked so familiar.

"Ah," Rubenstein continued. "you left these in the car yesterday evening, an accident I'm sure." The blonde held the folders against her chest and smiled at me. I was still wondering who she was as I looked up at her pretty face and silvery blue eyes.

Rubenstein followed my gaze. "Oh yes, where are my manners. Allow me to introduce Miss Cooper. She will be your new personal assistant."

My eyes immediately flashed back to Rubenstein. "Excuse me?"




Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624