“Make sure you are tipsy…I will handle the rest….”
We had not spoken in close to two weeks and in the middle of the night, I got his message. I was instantly aroused! Shet! Was he back? When did he expect me to get tipsy? It is 3am.
“Are you back?”
“Not yet. On the 20th. Did you get the apartment?”
“Not yet. I am not sure I can get it before the 20th.”
“I miss you!”
“I miss you too”
“Use this to keep warm till I come.”
it was a video of him jerking off to P. Daddy’s I’m coming home. O Lord save me! The camera was angled to show just the crown of his dick. It was shiny and red. I have never seen anything quite like this! As he pleasured himself he commanded me to feel his release. To clench my pussy walls as he raided me. As his long manicured hands rolled over his dick he asked me to spread wider to feel him deep inside of me. “I WILL FUCK YOUR PUSSY SO HARD!!! ARGHHHHH… YOUR SWEET FAT PUSSY IS DRIPPING WET FOR ME!!! MMMMMMM…… URGHHHHHHH YOUR PUSSY IS MAKING ME…AHH…AHHHHH…AHHHHHHHH!!! FUCKING SWEET PUSSY!!! LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!!! SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME…
I curled up into the tightest ball and prayed for daylight. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep or even function after watching the video. The way his voice rose and fell to the stroking, the perfect timing of I’m coming home. Even the way the sperm spread around his fingers was poetic. I wanted this man to do all the nasty things he could imagine to me! And I wanted it now.
By 5am, I had watched the video over 20 times. I made sure to take my phone to the shower and played loud music so the girls will not hear me pleasure myself. It was not enough. Nothing but him would be enough. I saw a missed call from Mama as I walked into the office on Friday. It had been three days since I sent her the money and I could not ignore her forever.
“I no go touch this money until you tell me the real source of this money. Where you get this kind money, Joy?!!! Egbughị m nne m ya mere ị gaghị egbu m.”
I knew my mum would flip out as soon as she saw the money. Me sef I be mumu. I for dey send am small small make she no suspect anything. How did I go from sending her 30k or 50k to 1 million? Me sef! But I was excited that I could send her that kind of money. After all she had been through and all she had done for us, she deserves to enjoy.
“Ah! Mama what is all this now? Shey I tell you say na my savings plus bonuses wey I gather send give you? ị zụlitere m ka m bụrụ onye ohi? Oya, since you will not use it, biko send it back. I get use for am”
I hated that I was blackmailing her like this. I knew she needed the money. The state government had not paid in close to six months. Chidera; our last born was recovering from a terrible illness that was like a black hole. No cause of illness, just swallowing money. Mama had gone to all the prayer houses in Asaba plus native doctor join- Chika was the one who told me, Mama would never admit to being that desperate. How could I now tell her it was fuck money? Fuck money from pastor sef?
“Chukwu gozie gi nwa m nwanyi. ihe niile ị na -eme ga -aga nke ọma. Chineke ga -enye gị ezigbo mmadụ na ọtụtụ ụmụ. Chukwu gozie gị.”
“Amen”. It did not matter what it was, but as long as Mama prays, she must include husband and plenty children. Usually, I will argue but today, I was happy she was happy. I was relieved when she told me about Chidera’s illness and how He was not getting worse and that is great news. If not for the illness, he would be going to ss2. Chika had graduated and was helping mama run the shop.
Mama prayed for me some more then she handed the phone to Chika who requested a phone for her birthday. “nke mere na obere ụmụaka ga -akpọ gị abi?” I teased and Mama echoed a “help me tell her ooo” in the background. I made a mental note to actually get her a phone. She had graduated with 7 A’s and was the best graduating student in her class. She deserves a phone.
I had dreaded Friday because I did not know what to expect. Nobody had a clue as to why Tega, my boss summoned me or what had pissed him off. I held on to my mother’s prayers as I went up to his office. His assistant Joan informed me that he was yet to return from his trip and she did not know when he would return. She advised me to relax because “if na something wey you do, him for don address am sharp sharp!.” In the Lagos office, I had witnessed his ruthlessness. He had sacked someone for attending a client pitch without a tie. Na real demon this man.
The next two weeks were a blur! Work was hectic and I still had to make out time to look for an apartment, attend church and act cool so that Jegede and Stephen would not notice anything. Those nosey bitches can sniff gist eh. I hoped that by the time they connected the dots I would be far away from their judging eyes and snide comments.
“I will be arriving Abuja by 9pm. I will send you an address. Don’t forget what I said”
“How can I? I can’t wait”
The girls and I met at Domino’s for pizza and ice cream. Make them chop proceeds from my iniquity. Jegede was also celebrating her promotion. Looks like her kneeling before men finally paid off. As we sat in the cool Abuja evening, laughing and teasing and making fun of other patrons, my mind was on the things Pastor Mike was going to do to me. I kept glancing at my watch as the time ran. “This one wey you dey look watch since ogini?” Stephen with her mouth full asked. “You no see say rain dey come?” I answered. “Abeg chop quick make we go” “Abeg make she chop am slow because I no sure say she go get another one chop again this year” that was Jegede and we all busted out laughing. Even though I hated to admit it, I would miss them when I moved away. After our meal, I told them I was headed back to the office. This was the perfect cover because they knew how unpredictable my boss is and how random my work hours were. Jegede dropped me off at the office. They still had more celebrating to do. I walked upstairs until they drove away. It was 8:15pm. I went to my station to wait. I figured since I had time I might as well do some work before he called.
I took out my coffee mug from my drawer and my bottle of Amarula from my bag. I bought four mini ones for easy concealing. Irish cream got me horny and gave me extra oomph. Not that I needed any help getting horny.
“Working late nights?”
“No. Not Jesus, me.”
I bolted out of my seat like a spring toy with new springs. I felt for the switch on the wall and was grateful for the sharp intrusion of the fluorescent lights.
“O my God sir you scared me”.
“if you scare easy, Maybe you should have switched on the lights”
“Yes sir. Sorry sir, I did not want to waste electricity. Or draw attention to me, sir.”
What was he doing here by this time? And how did he walk all the way to me at the last cubicle and I did not hear him? This hallway that can make noise. He was looking at me with a scowl on his face. I was wearing a mini wrap dress with flower patterns. I had skipped on underwear and wore sandals seeing that I was ordered to be tipsy. Which was mission accomplished. I glared at him but said nothing. He is wearing a t.shirt, shorts and black leather sandals.
“What are you working on?”
He is looking at me from head to toe like he was studying a storyboard. The scowl is still there yet he looks curious.
“Okay. And how is that going?”
“Pretty good. If this was a pitch, You would love it”
The words just dey tumble out of my mouth before my brain get time process wetin I dey yarn. Which level be this? Which kain juju be this na? Me wey been time everything to perfection? I been smoke loud by 7pm because e dey take me like two hours before e hit. Then I join am with Irish cream so that by the time Omo Pastor arrives, I go dey very ready for am.
“Care if I join you”
“No sir. I was just rounding up.”
“Are you scared of me?”
well dudh? Who is not scared of the devil? Wetin even make me use this office lie? Shey I for dey house if I know say this girls dey comot.
“I ask because you have been standing since I came here”
“You are also standing. Are you scared of me sir?”
He laughed heartily and drew a seat from the next cubicle and sat. He then gestured to me to sit. I sat and crossed my legs in a bid to cover myself but made it worse. My dress pulled up to almost my waist revealing my yellow thighs. I was always self-conscious of my thighs because of the reactions I got. This is the kind of dress mama would say you can see a woman’s uterus from. He smelt nice. He smelt of expensive aftershave and freshly ironed clothes.
somehow He did not look so intimidating sitting opposite me in the harsh fluorescent lights.
He was in his mid-forties but could pass for someone in his mid-thirties. There was a boyish charm about the way he smiled and the way his eyes penetrated my soul was unnerving.
“Can I join you now?”
Why was he making small talk? what was he doing in this office by this time wanting to share in my liquor? He took a sip from the mini bottle I handed him and I watched as his Adam apple jumped. Something jumped inside me.
“I want to fuck you”
“I want to fuck you.”
“Are you sure you can handle me?”
“If you promise not to fire me”
“If You can. I will not fire you.”
I do not know if it was the weed or Amarula or the way he smelled or the fact that I was horny day in day out for the past two months or all of it. But I was sitting opposite my boss telling him I wanted to fuck him. He must have plenty of such offers for him to sit there drinking my Amarula as if we were talking about the weather. My phone’s ring tone broke the silence. It was Pastor Mike. He was sorry his flight got cancelled because of the weather. He would be with me tomorrow. He was back in his hotel and wanted us to have phone sex because he missed me so much.
“If you were here, what would you do to me? I asked loud enough to get Tega”s attention. he looked at me eyebrow arched and a devilish grin spread across his face.
“I am wearing a mini wrap dress” I removed another mini bottle and handed it to him while I opened the last one for myself.
“I do not have anything under. Should I take it off?”
He sounded huskier than normal. Was he also high? Was he also as horny as I was? he had suggested a video call because he wanted to see me but I explained that I was in the office and the lights were off so we should stick to audio and Tega switched off the lights. Damn!
“No, not yet. How tipsy am I? I repeated everything he said while Tega performed the actions on me.
“You want to start from my toes? Mmmmmmm, drop tiny kisses up to my thighs?” But I did not want slow. I was too strung out for slow kisses and tender lovemaking. I wanted to be fucked ruthlessly like the way Nigeria fucks its citizens. I told pastor Mike just as much. Phone sex would not cut it tonight. He understood because he felt the same way. “Just Be ready for me” was his final remark before he ended the call.
“Let’s go to my office, the desk is higher.” It was an order, not a request.
I picked up my bag and put the bottles and my mug inside and followed him in the dark. I made for the stairs but he ordered me to the elevator. Staff were not allowed to use the elevator. It was only used when he was around which was seldom. We did not speak in the elevator and the journey up made me feel nauseous or was it my growing fear? What had I gotten myself into? This man that is mad and unpredictable? This man that could throw me out in a blink and life would continue? And now it was too late to go back. What was it he said, If I can handle him I won’t lose my job? How I sure say even after I fuck am dey way im want him no go still fire me? Wetin go happen if im like am? Which kain juju be this na?
It was 9:15 pm when the elevator doors opened. I do not know why I checked the time. If only Pastor Mike’s flight had not been cancelled I would be on my way to his place. I should have just waited till I reached his place before smoking that weed. Shege loud.
We entered the office and he ordered me to stand by his table. It was dark and I had never been inside his office before but something in his voice propelled me forward. “It is on the left to the wall” And you could not say until I hit my toe? I limped on using my hands as a brace. The cold from the tiles mingled with the uncertainty of what would happen next sent shivers through my body. I found the desk. Actually, my toe found the desk. The ooooouucchhhhh was barely out of my mouth when he shoved a glass filled with liquid and a commanding drink it followed. I took a sip. It was hot drink. Strong but properly distilled. Must be expensive whiskey.
I obeyed. As the liquid burned its way down my throat, he bent me over his desk and thrust in. I choked and began to cough violently. he shoved a water bottle in my hands and ordered me to drink up. How does he move so swiftly and silently? I searched to see if his legs were touching the ground. My head felt light and the weed had kicked in. I was grateful for the cold water. My feet were still bare on the tiles but I could not feel the chill anymore. I could not see him but I felt him watching me. A light came on from a side lamp by the chair facing the desk. He was sitting there with his glass of dark liquid.
“take off your dress”.
I untied the wrap and let it fall at my feet. His face was in the shadows so I could not see him or his reaction. I crossed myself with my hands. The cold was like a lover’s hand covering me all over. I shivered.
“Spread your legs”
I obeyed and spread them. The voice of pastor Mike echoed in my head. “You belong to me”. and the way he fucked me played in my mind. Tonight was his fault. He was the reason I was here. Get tipsy I will take care of the rest. Where are you now pastor Mike?
Tega’s voice sounded distant. Like those old Chinese movies where a Sensei or ghost of a loved one is visiting. I felt like smoke floating in the dark. It felt like I had split into two and I was watching myself through a grey veil. The same colour as the grey in Pastor Mike’s office. I watched as the me by the desk cupped my breasts with both hands. My palms felt warm against my cold skin. My nipples were already hard from the cold and now they felt good to touch. I watched my veiled twin squeeze them and I felt the growing warmth course through my floating body. The room was also warming up and I became bolder with each stroke.
“I want to see your face. I want to watch you watch me.”
He stood up and walked towards me. My breathing became erratic as he got closer. There was something about him that was both scary and unbelievably sexy. The way he moved like a wild cheetah. His movement as if ready to ponce yet so casual. His shorts gathered around his crutch stretched by his very visible erection. God, why am I not his shorts right now? He carried the glass from earlier and disappeared. How is he able to function so well in the dark? I know it is his office but still? And so silently. A demonic cheetah. He reappeared with the glass half full this time around and I gulped it down. He sat with the drink in his right hand and his dick in his left. I resumed my movement but this time was fuelled by my own desire for release. I was in the tape with Pastor Mike. I was spread wide like he wanted me to be. My fat wet pussy swollen with desire was there for his taking. I put my fingers in. One. Two. Three… it was not enough. I wanted to reach the place deep inside me where he had touched and possessed me. I leaned against the table to give me more access. Tega stroked in sync with me. I watched as his face twisted in pleasure. His lower lip was slack as he increased his tempo. I pushed myself up till I was on my tiptoes then I spread wider so that he had a better view of my pussy. I slowed down. I spread my vagina open using my fingers so that he could see my juiced hole. He froze dick in hand staring at me. There was something animalistic that was unleashed in me. It was almost like I was possessed. “Are you sure you can handle me?” I spat his words back in his face. Daring him to do his worst.
One minute he was frozen on the chair dick in hand and the next moment he was flipping me over and ramming into me. He held my hips in place and impaled me. “YES! FUCK ME HARD!!! TEAR ME UP!! TEAR THIS PUSSY!! FUCK ME!!!” he kept ramming into me while I nudged him on. He was slapping my ass so hard but all I felt was wild pleasure. His dick was not as big as Pastor Mike’s and it did not quite reach where Pastor Mike’s own reached but it was better than my fingers and served well…
His fingers dug into my flesh and pressed me lower forcing me to arch dangerously as he rammed deeper. “YES!!! FUCK ME DEEPER” I screamed. He released my hips and forced both my hands to my back. With one large hand, he held both of mine folded up and his other hand circled around my neck and squeezed.
I welcomed the numbness.