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Debbie still didn’t understand exactly what Daniel wanted, but she was going to find out. He had asked her to meet him at Sun Center, a popular fast food place in the housing estate.
She ordered a soft drink and waited, but her mind still recalled the weird phone call she’d gotten from her husband’s partner. She shook her head and wondered what was going on.
Fifteen minutes later, she’d finished her soft drink, picked up her purse and visited the bathroom to ease her bladder.
Daniel pushed open the door of the fast food place and picked a table, he was glad that Debbie hadn’t arrived yet. While he considered what to order, a slap sounded at the back of his head.
“What the…,” he began exclaiming the expletive and turned, his eyes widened. “Jesus Christ! How did you find me?”
“That’s blasphemy, Danny. My name is Paul John, not Jesus Christ. And where else do you know in this town?” he asked sarcastically and dragged a seat, settling beside his friend.
Daniel frowned, rubbing the back of his head, “Why did you hit me?”
“Because you thought you could ditch me,” he replied looking around the scanty place.
“I could have gone some place else,” Daniel grouched.
“And it would have been a place I’d shown you,” PJ replied confidently.
“Anyhow, you’re here,” Daniel sighed wearily and looked up. “And so is your wife,” he informed, staring at Debbie as she smiled and made her way towards the table.
PJ had immediately turned at the information that Debbie was around. He stared at his wife across the distance, and Daniel thought he saw longing in his friend’s eyes, but when she neared the table, he swiftly looked away and assumed a stony demeanor.
“Hello, Daniel,” Debbie called out as she closed the space between them. Daniel stood up with a smile and gave her a side hug.
“Hello, Debbie. So good to see you, it’s been a while,” he pointed out.
“Yes,” Debbie answered distractedly as she stared at the back of her husband’s head. She couldn’t resist what she did next, she softly touched his shoulder. “Hi, PJ,” she greeted hesitantly.
Daniel saw PJ close his eyes at his wife’s touch. His friend seemed to be controlling his emotions; whatever those emotions were, yet he didn’t answer his wife’s greeting.
She dropped her hand from his shoulder and looked extremely defeated. She wondered if he had finally decided to divorce her. Debbie’s heart froze at the thought; could this be the reason for the meeting, her eyes flew alarmingly to Daniel’s face for an explanation.
He dragged a seat for her instead, and cleared his throat awkwardly, before taking his own seat. Daniel was confused; the presence of PJ had made the whole situation uncomfortable. His eyes met the fearful ones of Debbie and realized that she was waiting as though expecting bad news.
Just so he could assuage her worried look, he blurted the first thing that came to mind, “He has a throat infection, that’s …you know, why he’s not able to answer you,” Daniel stammered, concluding awkwardly and bore the full brunt of PJ’s sudden widened eyes and frown.
The concern was instantaneous on Debbie’s face. She swiveled and faced PJ, touching his arm and frowning with so much concern, it looked like she was close to tears.
“Are you okay?” she turned again to Daniel and asked sharply, “Is he okay?”
“Err…,” Daniel was speechless and felt trapped in his own lie. But PJ saved him when he abruptly stood up and stocked to and out of the swinging door.
“Don’t worry, Debbie, he’ll be fine,” Daniel said, softly patting the back of her hand.
She stared at the empty seat her husband had been sitting on. Her gaze was so forlorn when she asked, “Why won’t he forgive me, Daniel? It was one foolish comment…,” she sighed wearily. “…or maybe more,” she added, and so that she wouldn’t break down and cry in a public place, she smiled wanly at Daniel.
He swallowed uncomfortably, “I’m sorry, Debbie, I shouldn’t have asked you here in the first place,” Daniel said regrettably.
She shook her head and gave him a sad smile, “Don’t worry about me. What’s going on with you? It sounded serious on the phone.”
And just like that, her expression had cleared and she was eager to be of help. Daniel wondered why PJ was being an asshole to his wife, she might have made a mistake, but the punishment was more than the slight. He wished at that moment that he’d married someone like Debbie and he knew then that he couldn’t ask her for the favor he’d been thinking.
He sighed wearily, “I’m ashamed I actually considered this to the point of getting here. I’m sorry.”
“Now you’re scaring me a bit; what could be so terrible?” she asked with a curious smile.
Daniel groaned under his breath, “I wanted you to be my fake fiancée,” he blurted out.
“Fake fiancée?” she was shocked. Of all the things she’d been expecting he’d say, this wasn’t one of them.
“I’m sorry, Debbie, it really sounds bad now that I’ve proposed it to you. Before now, it was the best idea for my predicament,” Daniel said, feeling sheepish.
“Predicament…,” she sounded breathless and with a frown, staring Daniel straight in the eyes, she asked, “Daniel, what’s going on with you?”
~*********~
Josie was one of those necessary friends that one had to keep around to look good. She was pretty, no doubt, but she was as dumb as a board.
Susan maintained their friendship because she was also good for messenger duties. But, sometimes, the girl was so annoying, she felt like pulling her hair in fury.
“I came as soon as you called,” Josie said, hurrying into the impressive sitting room, where Susan was pacing agitatedly.
Susan eyed her angrily, “Good, because, I would have given that Brazilian hair you’ve been panting for to Sisi, if you didn’t.”
Josie gasped, “Lucky me, I’m here,” she said hesitantly. “What happened?”
Susan groaned when she remembered what her angst was, she wished her mother had returned from where ever she’d gone to. She’d be the best candidate to help her in this situation, but she had to work with what she had. At this thought, she turned to face Josie.
“Stop looking at me like a puppy, Daniel is engaged and I need a private investigator to find her,” she snapped.
Josie smiled, feeling glad that she’d been accorded an opportunity to correct Susan’s mistake. “You mean him, right?”
Susan swiveled, “No,” she exclaimed, “His fiancée!”
“Oh,” Josie nodded in realization and then quietly pondered how Susan would achieve that feat; she did this looking away from where Susan stood, glaring down at her.
“I can see you’re being mighty helpful,” Susan’s voice dripped with sarcasm and anger.
“Oh, I didn’t know I was supposed to help,” she really looked sincere when she said this.
“So, why the hell did I call you here?” Susan shouted.
At this point, Josie seemed out of her depth, she took the question seriously, and frowned as she pondered on her answer. “Because you needed a shoulder to cry on,” she decided and tried to smile, but changed her mind when she saw the scowl on Susan’s face.
The nearest seat bore the brunt of her weight as Susan slumped wearily, “At least, you didn’t mention the Brazilian.”
Josie looked uncertain, “I was going to say that,” she murmured and then looked shocked when Susan’s demeanor changed and suddenly she was sobbing.
“I just need a private investigator,” she cried and wouldn’t let Josie comfort her.
Just as suddenly as the tears had started, it ceased, but by now, Josie was ill at ease with her friend. She kept stealing glances at her as she began pacing again. She really did want to help, and she really did want the Brazilian too, but to help, she had to understand what Susan wanted. And to do that entailed asking her a question, and Josie was afraid of the answer, sometimes, Susan was down right mean.
She took in a deep breath of courage and ventured, “What does a private detective do?” she asked timidly.
Susan paused her pacing and glared at Josie, “How are you even my friend?!” she shouted. How could she not know what a private detective was for, she thought.
Then as though teaching a child, Susan explained sarcastically, the duties of a private detective. Josie, surprisingly, squealed excitedly and asked why Susan hadn’t said so in the first place. She brought out her phone and made a call.
Thirty minutes later, Susan faced a ridiculously dressed individual at her front door. He was painfully skinny and wore suspenders, an unfortunate choice of fashion that made his barely there buttocks look…miserable.
He turned swiftly when he heard the door open and bowed courtly, with one leg forward and his right hand on his chest.
“Hello, I’m Kimberly and I come highly recommended,” he declared in clip, Queen’s English.
Josie clapped excitedly while looking over Susan’s shoulder.
“By who?!” Susan exclaimed with a flummoxed look on her face as she stared at the comical picture Kimberly made.
“He is really good,” Josie chirped.
“No need to fight over me, ladies,” Kimberly said, and shimmied towards Susan. “I bow only to your superior inquisition,” he picked up Susan’s limp left hand and kissed it. “I come recommended by the world, Senorita,” he replied over her hand.
Susan snatched her hand away, and glared at her friend over her shoulder, “I said a private detective, not your fellow clown,” she walked away.
Kimberly rushed after her and blocked her path, “I can assure you, Mademoiselle, I work not in her circuit. Additionally, I believe I’m more effective than what you seek…you see, I’m a freelance investigative journalist.”
“Say what?” Susan asked in startled manner.
Kimberly smiled proudly, “I can dig the dirtiest, most hidden secrets about anybody,” he hooked his thumb in the front of his suspenders and dragged it over his skinny but pompous chest.
“Well, nice to meet you, Kimberly,” Susan finally smiled and reached out her hand to formally shake his.
He took it, “At your service, Ma Cherie,” he replied.
“Oh, you are,” Susan murmured and smiled contemplatively.
~*********~
I was glad to discover that Bobo, Debbie’s grossly indecent cousin, wasn’t around. Sighing with relief, I changed into something comfortable and went into the kitchen to do the dishes.
My heart almost leaped out of my chest in fear when I felt the unmistakable bulge of a hardened fly, rubbing on my bum, a few minutes later.
“Baby, I’ve been hot for you all day,” Bobo said in a low growl that was supposed to be seductive.
I turned sharply then, shifting from his groping hands and fly and spewed my anger. “Bobo, what is wrong with you? Are you by any chance going through the process of insanity? You disgusting…,” and in my angry frustration, I picked up a bowl filled with water and flung it at him.
The sight of the water soaking the front of his shirt did not assuage my fury and it obviously did not deter him either.
“Truthfully, Wana, I’m crazy for you, I want to tap that ass,” he said, looking desperate.
I was dumb founded at his gall. Wasn’t he afraid that I’d report to his cousin? Or could Debbie be in on it? I mean, I was just a little better than a beggar in this house, though Debbie had never treated me as such; still, I was contributing nothing to its up keep.
He tried to come closer and I lifted my hand, and scowled to emphasize the need for him to stop. He stopped and I glanced at his eyes, and then lowered to his engorged groin. I was immediately reminded of the men who’d panted after me at the orphanage. Clearly, Bobo was going through this phase, and I, like before, had to cure him of his sickness.
Pointedly, I stared at his arousal; I gave it a contemplative look and asked, “Is that what you really want?”
“Oh, yes, baby, from the first moment I saw you,” Bobo grinned with a look of conviction that I had finally fallen for his charms.
“Well, then, this ass is not for free,” I challenged.
His grin widened and confidently, he said, “Name your price, baby.”
The gall of the man! Usually, men, at least the ones back at the orphanage, rushed off when money was mentioned. I have to step up my game, obviously, so I smiled coyly and would have twisted a strand of my hair around my finger if I wasn’t wearing a hair net.
“Just name your price,” he said, moving forcefully and trying to back me into a wall.
No brother, that’s not happening, I thought and lifted my hands to his chest, pushing him off.
“Wait first,” I had to push him again. “I earn twenty thousand at the boutique…for now. Can you top that for all this fabulousness?” I indicated my curvy body.
His grin faded a bit, “Like twenty one grand?”
“Really, you topped it with just one grand? You are not serious,” I hissed disgustingly and walked out of the kitchen. I hoped it would work, so I hurried towards my room, where I’d lock myself until Debbie returned.
The damn dude caught up with me at the sitting room.
“Okay, wait, thirty…thirty thousand,” he called out desperately.
Even my legs refused to listen to my mind as it insisted I run for the security of my room. Thirty thousand naira, in one afternoon of debauchery, it was an attractive thought…if I was a slut. But I wasn’t and Bobo had refused to understand that.
I turned to him with a bored look, “Oya…,” I said, with an open palm requesting for the money. If this didn’t chase him off, then I would have to be really mean to achieve that feat.
He seemed surprised, “Ah-ah, right now?”
“Ehe, money for hand, back for ground. Abi, you want make your cousin come catch us for matters arising?”
His grin widened again, “Of course not…”
“Or do you have to get to an ATM?” I prodded, hoping that was the case.
“No o, just wait…,” he said and hurried off.
Like seriously, this dude kept that amount of money in the house? Shit, I should have asked for more, I thought and then groaned, anyway, it was enough for what was coming to him.
Bobo returned with the wad of cash in his hand and shoved it into my hand. And just because I was occupied counting the money, he began to fondle and caress.
I persevered for the length of time it took me to confirm the cash in my hands. “Calm down, murphy, there are ground rules.”
He frowned; in fact it was more of a scowl. “Rules…what rules?”
His disgruntled tone almost made me laugh; thirty thousand bucks could do that to a person. “No frown join this face o. I just wanted to know if you are open to kinky stuff.”
The slow, knowing grin returned, “Kinky stuff…how kinky?”
“You know, ass slapping, role playing, that kind of stuff,” I encouraged.
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I think I love you, Wana,” he postulated.
“And I love you too,” I replied with all the acting skills I could summon while clutching the wad of money close to my chest, already computing the things I would buy.
“Just, pull off your cloths while I dress for my role…,” I advised nicely and had to pause when he shook his head and followed me determinedly.
Okay, this won’t be easy, I thought as I begged, managing only to make him look away while I changed. He didn’t understand why I was so conservative when we were about to do the nasty.
I changed into a bum short and wore a camisole that left nothing to the imagination. The leer he gave me made me shiver in revulsion, while I managed to grab two scarfs and followed him out.
Bobo hurriedly undressed and wondered aloud what I was doing with his belt.
“Oh, I like to be flogged…in a certain kind of way,” I lied smoothly.
“Really? Oh God, I’m really going to enjoy this,” he said rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Without grimacing, I kissed him, bit his lip and dragged then I slowly and as seductive as possible, convinced him that I’d like to show him the exact manner I wanted to be tied. Lucky me, he agreed.
This is how Debbie found her cousin on her return. How to get
It was a shock to her senses, when she found her grown cousin, buck naked and tied to the foot of the dinning table.
At first, from the way Bobo was wailing and the obvious welts on his ass, she had thought that armed robbers had attacked. No, Bobo had replied through his tears, no, Wana had attacked.
The story continues…
She ordered a soft drink and waited, but her mind still recalled the weird phone call she’d gotten from her husband’s partner. She shook her head and wondered what was going on.
Fifteen minutes later, she’d finished her soft drink, picked up her purse and visited the bathroom to ease her bladder.
Daniel pushed open the door of the fast food place and picked a table, he was glad that Debbie hadn’t arrived yet. While he considered what to order, a slap sounded at the back of his head.
“What the…,” he began exclaiming the expletive and turned, his eyes widened. “Jesus Christ! How did you find me?”
“That’s blasphemy, Danny. My name is Paul John, not Jesus Christ. And where else do you know in this town?” he asked sarcastically and dragged a seat, settling beside his friend.
Daniel frowned, rubbing the back of his head, “Why did you hit me?”
“Because you thought you could ditch me,” he replied looking around the scanty place.
“I could have gone some place else,” Daniel grouched.
“And it would have been a place I’d shown you,” PJ replied confidently.
“Anyhow, you’re here,” Daniel sighed wearily and looked up. “And so is your wife,” he informed, staring at Debbie as she smiled and made her way towards the table.
PJ had immediately turned at the information that Debbie was around. He stared at his wife across the distance, and Daniel thought he saw longing in his friend’s eyes, but when she neared the table, he swiftly looked away and assumed a stony demeanor.
“Hello, Daniel,” Debbie called out as she closed the space between them. Daniel stood up with a smile and gave her a side hug.
“Hello, Debbie. So good to see you, it’s been a while,” he pointed out.
“Yes,” Debbie answered distractedly as she stared at the back of her husband’s head. She couldn’t resist what she did next, she softly touched his shoulder. “Hi, PJ,” she greeted hesitantly.
Daniel saw PJ close his eyes at his wife’s touch. His friend seemed to be controlling his emotions; whatever those emotions were, yet he didn’t answer his wife’s greeting.
She dropped her hand from his shoulder and looked extremely defeated. She wondered if he had finally decided to divorce her. Debbie’s heart froze at the thought; could this be the reason for the meeting, her eyes flew alarmingly to Daniel’s face for an explanation.
He dragged a seat for her instead, and cleared his throat awkwardly, before taking his own seat. Daniel was confused; the presence of PJ had made the whole situation uncomfortable. His eyes met the fearful ones of Debbie and realized that she was waiting as though expecting bad news.
Just so he could assuage her worried look, he blurted the first thing that came to mind, “He has a throat infection, that’s …you know, why he’s not able to answer you,” Daniel stammered, concluding awkwardly and bore the full brunt of PJ’s sudden widened eyes and frown.
The concern was instantaneous on Debbie’s face. She swiveled and faced PJ, touching his arm and frowning with so much concern, it looked like she was close to tears.
“Are you okay?” she turned again to Daniel and asked sharply, “Is he okay?”
“Err…,” Daniel was speechless and felt trapped in his own lie. But PJ saved him when he abruptly stood up and stocked to and out of the swinging door.
“Don’t worry, Debbie, he’ll be fine,” Daniel said, softly patting the back of her hand.
She stared at the empty seat her husband had been sitting on. Her gaze was so forlorn when she asked, “Why won’t he forgive me, Daniel? It was one foolish comment…,” she sighed wearily. “…or maybe more,” she added, and so that she wouldn’t break down and cry in a public place, she smiled wanly at Daniel.
He swallowed uncomfortably, “I’m sorry, Debbie, I shouldn’t have asked you here in the first place,” Daniel said regrettably.
She shook her head and gave him a sad smile, “Don’t worry about me. What’s going on with you? It sounded serious on the phone.”
And just like that, her expression had cleared and she was eager to be of help. Daniel wondered why PJ was being an asshole to his wife, she might have made a mistake, but the punishment was more than the slight. He wished at that moment that he’d married someone like Debbie and he knew then that he couldn’t ask her for the favor he’d been thinking.
He sighed wearily, “I’m ashamed I actually considered this to the point of getting here. I’m sorry.”
“Now you’re scaring me a bit; what could be so terrible?” she asked with a curious smile.
Daniel groaned under his breath, “I wanted you to be my fake fiancée,” he blurted out.
“Fake fiancée?” she was shocked. Of all the things she’d been expecting he’d say, this wasn’t one of them.
“I’m sorry, Debbie, it really sounds bad now that I’ve proposed it to you. Before now, it was the best idea for my predicament,” Daniel said, feeling sheepish.
“Predicament…,” she sounded breathless and with a frown, staring Daniel straight in the eyes, she asked, “Daniel, what’s going on with you?”
~*********~
Josie was one of those necessary friends that one had to keep around to look good. She was pretty, no doubt, but she was as dumb as a board.
Susan maintained their friendship because she was also good for messenger duties. But, sometimes, the girl was so annoying, she felt like pulling her hair in fury.
“I came as soon as you called,” Josie said, hurrying into the impressive sitting room, where Susan was pacing agitatedly.
Susan eyed her angrily, “Good, because, I would have given that Brazilian hair you’ve been panting for to Sisi, if you didn’t.”
Josie gasped, “Lucky me, I’m here,” she said hesitantly. “What happened?”
Susan groaned when she remembered what her angst was, she wished her mother had returned from where ever she’d gone to. She’d be the best candidate to help her in this situation, but she had to work with what she had. At this thought, she turned to face Josie.
“Stop looking at me like a puppy, Daniel is engaged and I need a private investigator to find her,” she snapped.
Josie smiled, feeling glad that she’d been accorded an opportunity to correct Susan’s mistake. “You mean him, right?”
Susan swiveled, “No,” she exclaimed, “His fiancée!”
“Oh,” Josie nodded in realization and then quietly pondered how Susan would achieve that feat; she did this looking away from where Susan stood, glaring down at her.
“I can see you’re being mighty helpful,” Susan’s voice dripped with sarcasm and anger.
“Oh, I didn’t know I was supposed to help,” she really looked sincere when she said this.
“So, why the hell did I call you here?” Susan shouted.
At this point, Josie seemed out of her depth, she took the question seriously, and frowned as she pondered on her answer. “Because you needed a shoulder to cry on,” she decided and tried to smile, but changed her mind when she saw the scowl on Susan’s face.
The nearest seat bore the brunt of her weight as Susan slumped wearily, “At least, you didn’t mention the Brazilian.”
Josie looked uncertain, “I was going to say that,” she murmured and then looked shocked when Susan’s demeanor changed and suddenly she was sobbing.
“I just need a private investigator,” she cried and wouldn’t let Josie comfort her.
Just as suddenly as the tears had started, it ceased, but by now, Josie was ill at ease with her friend. She kept stealing glances at her as she began pacing again. She really did want to help, and she really did want the Brazilian too, but to help, she had to understand what Susan wanted. And to do that entailed asking her a question, and Josie was afraid of the answer, sometimes, Susan was down right mean.
She took in a deep breath of courage and ventured, “What does a private detective do?” she asked timidly.
Susan paused her pacing and glared at Josie, “How are you even my friend?!” she shouted. How could she not know what a private detective was for, she thought.
Then as though teaching a child, Susan explained sarcastically, the duties of a private detective. Josie, surprisingly, squealed excitedly and asked why Susan hadn’t said so in the first place. She brought out her phone and made a call.
Thirty minutes later, Susan faced a ridiculously dressed individual at her front door. He was painfully skinny and wore suspenders, an unfortunate choice of fashion that made his barely there buttocks look…miserable.
He turned swiftly when he heard the door open and bowed courtly, with one leg forward and his right hand on his chest.
“Hello, I’m Kimberly and I come highly recommended,” he declared in clip, Queen’s English.
Josie clapped excitedly while looking over Susan’s shoulder.
“By who?!” Susan exclaimed with a flummoxed look on her face as she stared at the comical picture Kimberly made.
“He is really good,” Josie chirped.
“No need to fight over me, ladies,” Kimberly said, and shimmied towards Susan. “I bow only to your superior inquisition,” he picked up Susan’s limp left hand and kissed it. “I come recommended by the world, Senorita,” he replied over her hand.
Susan snatched her hand away, and glared at her friend over her shoulder, “I said a private detective, not your fellow clown,” she walked away.
Kimberly rushed after her and blocked her path, “I can assure you, Mademoiselle, I work not in her circuit. Additionally, I believe I’m more effective than what you seek…you see, I’m a freelance investigative journalist.”
“Say what?” Susan asked in startled manner.
Kimberly smiled proudly, “I can dig the dirtiest, most hidden secrets about anybody,” he hooked his thumb in the front of his suspenders and dragged it over his skinny but pompous chest.
“Well, nice to meet you, Kimberly,” Susan finally smiled and reached out her hand to formally shake his.
He took it, “At your service, Ma Cherie,” he replied.
“Oh, you are,” Susan murmured and smiled contemplatively.
~*********~
I was glad to discover that Bobo, Debbie’s grossly indecent cousin, wasn’t around. Sighing with relief, I changed into something comfortable and went into the kitchen to do the dishes.
My heart almost leaped out of my chest in fear when I felt the unmistakable bulge of a hardened fly, rubbing on my bum, a few minutes later.
“Baby, I’ve been hot for you all day,” Bobo said in a low growl that was supposed to be seductive.
I turned sharply then, shifting from his groping hands and fly and spewed my anger. “Bobo, what is wrong with you? Are you by any chance going through the process of insanity? You disgusting…,” and in my angry frustration, I picked up a bowl filled with water and flung it at him.
The sight of the water soaking the front of his shirt did not assuage my fury and it obviously did not deter him either.
“Truthfully, Wana, I’m crazy for you, I want to tap that ass,” he said, looking desperate.
I was dumb founded at his gall. Wasn’t he afraid that I’d report to his cousin? Or could Debbie be in on it? I mean, I was just a little better than a beggar in this house, though Debbie had never treated me as such; still, I was contributing nothing to its up keep.
He tried to come closer and I lifted my hand, and scowled to emphasize the need for him to stop. He stopped and I glanced at his eyes, and then lowered to his engorged groin. I was immediately reminded of the men who’d panted after me at the orphanage. Clearly, Bobo was going through this phase, and I, like before, had to cure him of his sickness.
Pointedly, I stared at his arousal; I gave it a contemplative look and asked, “Is that what you really want?”
“Oh, yes, baby, from the first moment I saw you,” Bobo grinned with a look of conviction that I had finally fallen for his charms.
“Well, then, this ass is not for free,” I challenged.
His grin widened and confidently, he said, “Name your price, baby.”
The gall of the man! Usually, men, at least the ones back at the orphanage, rushed off when money was mentioned. I have to step up my game, obviously, so I smiled coyly and would have twisted a strand of my hair around my finger if I wasn’t wearing a hair net.
“Just name your price,” he said, moving forcefully and trying to back me into a wall.
No brother, that’s not happening, I thought and lifted my hands to his chest, pushing him off.
“Wait first,” I had to push him again. “I earn twenty thousand at the boutique…for now. Can you top that for all this fabulousness?” I indicated my curvy body.
His grin faded a bit, “Like twenty one grand?”
“Really, you topped it with just one grand? You are not serious,” I hissed disgustingly and walked out of the kitchen. I hoped it would work, so I hurried towards my room, where I’d lock myself until Debbie returned.
The damn dude caught up with me at the sitting room.
“Okay, wait, thirty…thirty thousand,” he called out desperately.
Even my legs refused to listen to my mind as it insisted I run for the security of my room. Thirty thousand naira, in one afternoon of debauchery, it was an attractive thought…if I was a slut. But I wasn’t and Bobo had refused to understand that.
I turned to him with a bored look, “Oya…,” I said, with an open palm requesting for the money. If this didn’t chase him off, then I would have to be really mean to achieve that feat.
He seemed surprised, “Ah-ah, right now?”
“Ehe, money for hand, back for ground. Abi, you want make your cousin come catch us for matters arising?”
His grin widened again, “Of course not…”
“Or do you have to get to an ATM?” I prodded, hoping that was the case.
“No o, just wait…,” he said and hurried off.
Like seriously, this dude kept that amount of money in the house? Shit, I should have asked for more, I thought and then groaned, anyway, it was enough for what was coming to him.
Bobo returned with the wad of cash in his hand and shoved it into my hand. And just because I was occupied counting the money, he began to fondle and caress.
I persevered for the length of time it took me to confirm the cash in my hands. “Calm down, murphy, there are ground rules.”
He frowned; in fact it was more of a scowl. “Rules…what rules?”
His disgruntled tone almost made me laugh; thirty thousand bucks could do that to a person. “No frown join this face o. I just wanted to know if you are open to kinky stuff.”
The slow, knowing grin returned, “Kinky stuff…how kinky?”
“You know, ass slapping, role playing, that kind of stuff,” I encouraged.
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I think I love you, Wana,” he postulated.
“And I love you too,” I replied with all the acting skills I could summon while clutching the wad of money close to my chest, already computing the things I would buy.
“Just, pull off your cloths while I dress for my role…,” I advised nicely and had to pause when he shook his head and followed me determinedly.
Okay, this won’t be easy, I thought as I begged, managing only to make him look away while I changed. He didn’t understand why I was so conservative when we were about to do the nasty.
I changed into a bum short and wore a camisole that left nothing to the imagination. The leer he gave me made me shiver in revulsion, while I managed to grab two scarfs and followed him out.
Bobo hurriedly undressed and wondered aloud what I was doing with his belt.
“Oh, I like to be flogged…in a certain kind of way,” I lied smoothly.
“Really? Oh God, I’m really going to enjoy this,” he said rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Without grimacing, I kissed him, bit his lip and dragged then I slowly and as seductive as possible, convinced him that I’d like to show him the exact manner I wanted to be tied. Lucky me, he agreed.
This is how Debbie found her cousin on her return. How to get
It was a shock to her senses, when she found her grown cousin, buck naked and tied to the foot of the dinning table.
At first, from the way Bobo was wailing and the obvious welts on his ass, she had thought that armed robbers had attacked. No, Bobo had replied through his tears, no, Wana had attacked.
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