I sat down in the only chair in the office and waited. The
clock on the table told me the time was 2:35pm and I thanked it in my mind for
the info. Thankful not because I was glad to know the time, but because it
meant I was at least half an hour early for this meeting.
Now if only he would come in, make the exchange of
pleasantries as short as possible and tell me I was going to get the money I had come for
without wasting my time.But I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. At least
not after his last message to me included a quick referral to my 'voluptuous
bouncy breasts' as he had described them.
I bowed my head to stare at the bulge of my breasts through
my white silk blouse. They seemed to appear fuller today, as is always the case
three days prior to the onset of my monthly friend. The thought of that made me
cringe. The pain that came with the pleasure of having bigger breasts for six
days was unbearable.
I heard the door creak open and looked up to find his
secretary poke her head through.
"He'd be done with his meeting in about ten minutes,
please be patient"
I smiled at her and nodded. She seemed nice. Her perfectly
brushed hair was swept across the left side of her face, a few strands here and
there set free from the band that held it all tightly behind her head.
"Would you like something to drink? Tea?
Water?"
"Water would be fine, thank you."
She nodded and shut the door behind her. The office was
silent again, save for the tick-tocking of the clock and the horns blaring in
the streets beyond the tall windows.
What the office lacked in size, it made up for in design.
Luxuriously furnished with much attention to detail, you could tell my host had
a high taste in aesthetics. An expensive looking painting hung on the wall
separating the windows and it was no surprise it was one of a naked woman, her
legs wrapped around a traditional mortar with her hands holding the pestle up
in the air ready to pound. I wondered the state of mind of the artist, whoever
he was and acknowledged that it was after all a beautiful painting to
behold.
Just then his secretary walked in again, water and a
drinking glass steady on a tray in her hand.
"Do call if you need anything," she said as she
lay it down on the desk.
I thanked her and watched her leave. She had such a great
ass I noticed, and had to stop myself from staring. When she was gone and the
door had shut behind her again I realized I didn't really need the water.
In-fact I didn't need anything but money at this moment in time.
Money. The only thing that could save me from my despair.
Being the only person I knew who had a lot of the money I desperately needed, I
had called Mr Jibade two days prior and he had asked me to come see him
today.
In the four or five months I had known him, all he ever
talked about was how he loved me. Married with two kids, a boy and a girl, I
could not understand how his brain worked. I definitely was not about to offer
myself on a platter as his girlfriend just to get some money but I was hoping
he could be sensible enough to strike a business deal with me. This was a messy
gamble and I knew too well I was toying with something I may not have been able
to handle.
Just as I began to wish again that my host would come in
time, he barged in through the doors, his arms spread open before him to
receive me.
"My darling! I hope you haven't been waiting too
long"
I got up to accept his embrace which unfortunately for me
became a struggle to keep my mouth from making contact with his' as he tried
forcefully to kiss me.
"O ga o, you don't want to kiss me?"
"Good afternoon sir," I responded trying to get
him to shift his attention from his lust to the business of the day.
"Don't sir me my darling, you are my baby".
I turned my head feigning shyness, his wife and two kids
stared back at me from the photo frames on his desk. I immediately felt awful.
How could I have thought it was possible to keep this man from wanting me
sexually, accept his cash gifts and walk home free.
I was in the middle of a dirty game and I prayed silently in
my heart that it wouldn't get me in more trouble than I could handle.
"What would you like me to offer you? You know I have
to treat you specially my darling.
Without waiting for me to respond, he barked out,
"Shola!" calling to his secretary. I wondered what the intercom that
sat on his desk was for. She walked in and inquired with a "Yes
sir?"
"She already brought me some water" I announced.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Water ke? For my darling? O tí o! You are too much for
that sisi mí"
It was such a hilarious thing the way he fused Yoruba when
he spoke. I had to swallow the laugh back down my throat.
"I'm fine sir."
"Shola please hold off on any other meetings till I am
done with my darling here." He smiled as he said that, absolutely
oblivious of the fact that he was embarrassing me. I caught the look in her
eyes, one that seemed like she had formed a new opinion of me that was much
more degrading than the first whatever it may have been.
"So you still don't want to kiss me," he began
without even waiting for his secretary to leave. I silently vowed in my heart
never to step foot in this office again. It was probably a normal occurrence
for him to have young girls like me in here, call them 'my darling' like he did
me, and show it off to his secretary whom I was already too sure he was
intimate with the way he stared at her ass when she left.
Or maybe not, as I had stared at it myself. It was
impossible for an ass like that to go unnoticed.
"You are married sir,"
"Come on, don't say that. If you want me to leave my
wife for you I will."
He looked me in the eyes as he said this and I could have
sworn he was serious. Or damn right mad. I opted for the latter.
"How are your kids?" I asked in a bid to snap him
back to reality.
He shrugged, settling his bulky frame in his chair.
"They are in school in America."
I noticed he was uncomfortable talking about his family with
me and he had every right to be. Not something to talk about when you are
trying to get a young girl to lay in bed with you and satisfy the incessant
needs in your groin.
I quickly steered the conversation in the direction I had
planned for it to go. I must have rehearsed these sentences a great many times
as they seemed to fall out of my mouth like a well written prose.
"About the money I requested for sir," I began, my
fingers clasping and unclasping in my laps trying to squeeze back the
nervousness that washed over me all of a sudden. "I was hoping I could pay
you back with interest. I promise I am going to."
"My darling, I would give you anything you want, you
know this. I cannot be doing business with my darling na, o ti o!".
He punched some numbers in his phone as he said that, barely
looking at me a moment. I didn't need anyone to tell me I was steering a ship
to no land. There was no way I was going to get anything from this man without
giving up what I knew too well he wanted of me. How could I have been stupid
enough to think this was even possible.
"What do you need the money for? How much are we
talking about?" He inquired of me.
I wondered whether to carry on the conversation any further.
Where was this going to end? I hesitated a moment then said.
"For my music sir. About one hundred thousand
Naira."
He ran his dwarf wrinkled fingers through his beards and
looked deep in thought. His eyes appeared to run a full course around the
perimeter of my breasts, then to my face and back to my breasts again.
"That is not money to be worrying yourself about my
darling. How much is one hundred thousand naira? Come, come and take a seat on
my laps," he motioned to his laps, tapping rather too loudly.
My stomach turned. I wanted to get up and scurry out of his
office like a frightened animal. But I wasn't frightened. No. I was disgusted.
I tasted the bile in my mouth and swallowed it back down where it had come
from. The effect of that was worse than if I had spat it out on his face.
His wife looked back at me from the photo frames on his
desk. I looked away. Then looked to the clock yet again. 3:05pm. I got
up.
"I'm sorry sir," I began, managing a smile "I
have to go now. I really just wanted to see you about this money, I was hoping
you could help."
"Omotola my darling, you don't want me to take care of
you ni? Everytime I ask for something even small kiss you are running
away."
"Thank you sir." That must have been the silliest
response but it had to do.
"Text me your bank details, I would have Shola see to
it."
"Thank you sir."
"Don't sir me. I'm your darling."
I nodded and proceeded to take my leave. There was no way in
hell I was going to take anything from this man and I made up my mind as I
walked out the door this was the last time I was ever going to communicate with
him. I passed by Shola at the reception really quickly, barely looking at her
long enough to have her see the embarrassment that had dressed my face.
I felt stupid. I must have looked every inch stupid too.
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