Memoirs of A Lagos PLAYBOY Episode 30

Memoirs of A Lagos PLAYBOY………. Episode 30
 
Her voice had a specific ring to it. Despite the stillness of the humid night, I shivered as powerful jitters coursed though my body. Its amazing how the sound of a woman’s voice you’ve been with can make a man get a hærd-on. A mysterious phenomenon about me that I still can’t get a handle on. Sometimes, I think its probably because I’ve got a nasty mind that tends to recall such memorable experiences with p-rnographic clarity. At other times, I’m forced to accept that such a woman is a force of nature to be reckoned with. Tonight was one of such times.
I was surprised or even shocked that it was her but I maintained a cool exterior as I turned slowly to look at her. Damn, she was so awesome and she knew it! She had on a black and modest bum short on and a white tank top that refused to hide her er-ct n-pples. The last time I saw her, I had sworn that she would never have any form of influence over me again. What a joker I was!
“What are you doing here?” I said feigning irritation.
“Please, don’t get mad. I know you never want to see me again…” She pleaded but I cut in.
“Then what are you doing here at this ungodly hour?” I asked roughly.
With arms akimbo, she looked down and then up as if seeking for the right explanation to give.
“I’ve been worried…worried about…” She sighed miserably. “I don’t know where to start from…”
“Start from somewhere. I haven’t got all night.” I said curtly. I turned my attention back to my generator. I turned on the key and it gave a cough and a sputter. Hmm…needs servicing, I thought. I tried it two more times and got the same result so I went for the manual option. She stood behind me watching the wh0le time in silence. As the generator came to life, she spoke.
“I’m sorry Mickey. I wasn’t thinking straight…I was hurt…angry for so long that I…” She broke off.
“I didn’t hear a word you just said.” I said pointing to the generator.
“Can we go in,side?” She asked, very meekly.
“What for? So you can video me again? No, thanks. Say what you want to say here and be off.” I said enjoying the feeling of being rude.
Her head sunk in depression at my words. As I moved away from the generator to open my metal protectors, she seemed to muster some courage.
“Are you going to carry out your threat?” She asked.
I laughed out sarcastically. I saw her eyes go wide with fear for a second but she hid it well.
“Is that why you came here?” I asked, my tone softening up.
“I just need to know…if I’m still in danger.” She said hesitantly. She looked like a frightened child dreading imminent punishment. I opened my door and invited her in. She came in gratefully and stood awkwardly as I went about switching on the lights and fans.
“Sit down.” I said, when I noticed she was still standing. “You need anything? Like a drink?”
“I’m ok. Thanks.” She said politely.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I said, as I was about to head to my room. She nodded timidly.
I had a quick shower and changed into shorts and a singlet. When I got back, she hadn’t moved from her original position. I chuckled to myself. So Kemi could be this…subdued?
“I think you could use a drink.” I said as I fetched out a bottle of Jack in,side the refrigerator and two glasses. I poured a shot for both of us, handed her hers and sat down. I drank mine down in a single gulp while she continued to hold hers without as much as a sip. I regarded her for a few seconds before I spoke.
“If I was ever going to do anything, I would have done it a long time ago. You can put your mind at rest now.” I said quietly.
Her eyes were shut tight for a few seconds before she opened them and downed her shot of Jack. After the spirit had settled, she heaved a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.” She said. “I think I should leave now.”
“By this time? Its late. Chill. You can leave early in the morning.”
She stood up. “I really think I should go now.”
When I stood, I saw her surprised gaze at the inevitable bulge in my shorts. She shifted uncomfortably as she tried to hide a smile.
“Come.” I said.
She hesitated for a second before making deliberately slow steps towards me. When she got close, she stopped. I reached for her hand and placed it on the bulge in my shorts before I pulled her close. She tried to protest but it was weak and inconsequential as I crushed my l-ips against hers. She responded immediately with a hungry mo-n that made me grow h-rder. While she fondled my c*ck, I got rid of her top easily to reveal those voluptuous br-asts I’d missed as I squeezed. I guided her to the sofa as she slid my shorts off me with ease, granting my c*ck freedom to breath. I attacked her br-asts with my mouth, going for the areolas as my hands tugged her shorts and p-nties till they were off her.
I had to catch my breath as I gazed at her full body, her brown, luminiscent skin which seemed to glow under the lights before I dove in again. I started with her br-asts again; squeezing, s-cking and slurping while my hands roved all over her body till my right hand parked firmly between her thighs. She mo-ned desperately as tremors coursed through her that she tightened her grip on my c*ck which she had been m-ssaging the wh0le time. I ins**ted my fingers in,side her and wasn’t surprised to feel her juices flowing already. I located her cl*t and car-ssed it tenderly and slowly at first; then much faster as she moved her h¡ps in unison to an imaginary rhythm with my fingers. My left hand occupied her br-ast while her hand squeezed the other. She mo-ned and bit her l-ips as I lowered my l-ips to her belly button and felt her shiver involuntarily as I slid my mouth down into her. She cried as she pushed my head in, making me drink her up till she came after which she jumped up and switched positions.
She started with my ears, nibbling softly then slid down to my neck. Her soft and hot k-sses pampered my chest and n-pples a bit before she went down to my c*ck, swallowing it wh0le. The vertical and horizontal motion of her hands in conjunction with her mouth increased in intensity as I felt pressure build up within me. I car-ssed her hair as she continued to look up to me, her mouth full as I encouraged her with a kind and gentle look which indicated bliss. The pressure started building and when I tried to get her off, she increased motion until I exploded my essence in,side her mouth with a loud battle cry Spartacus would be proud of. She continued to s-ck until she had drained and revived me. I took a second to rubber up before she mounted and began to ride.
Our bodies combined in heat, sweat and sound as we could almost make a beat off the rhythmic and violent collision of our bodies. When I flipped her over and rammed her from behind, she squealed in delight as she began to shake convulsively, before she came hærd, clawing at my leather upholstery with her sharp nails. I followed shortly and collapsed on her in exhaustion. She began to whimper, telling me how much she had missed me.
I rolled over to the floor and looked at the time. It was a couple of minutes to two am.
“I’m so gonna be late for work today.” I muttered.
“Did you hear what I said?” She asked, sitting up.
“Yeah.” I said.
“So…”
“So? I’m going to take a shower. You coming?” I asked casually.
She seemed shocked at my response. Without a word, she picked up her clothes and followed me to my bedroom. She waited for me to finish up before she went in to shower. I was already half asleep when she was done. She quietly joined me on the bed, fully dressed, keeping her distance and facing the other way.
I smiled satisfactorily as I slept off.
I was up a few minutes after five only to find out she was long gone. Her side of the bed had no warmth or depression, neither was it badly tousled. On the s₱0t where she had lain was a note with just two words written in capital letters.
“YOU BASTARD!!!!!”
I laughed as I read it over and o ver again. What a crazy bitch!
 
I never got to hear from Kemi again after the last time she came over to my place. After her note, I didn’t bother to call. I was so sure that I had finally sent my strongest message yet concerning attachments. In retrospect, it occurred to me that I may have had the sweetest revenge but it was still a pyrrhic victory. I had lost a lot more than she did.
My work schedule had suddenly become stiffer and I was grateful for it. It kept my mind from wandering to sad thoughts; the thoughts that seemed to share my apartment with me. The thoughts crept on me like a ghost whenever I was home alone. Sometimes, I would perceive the peculiar aroma of the fried rice Christy loved to cook on saturdays; at other times, I’d detect a faint whiff of her perfume coming from nowhere. Her spirit was still very much alive in my house as much as my heart.
Two days ago, I called her phone with a new number I’d purchased, just in case she wouldn’t pick my calls, with a resolve to plead with her. As I listened to the ring of her phone, my heart pounded furiously like the thumping of the synchronized foot-steps of an army of giants. When she answered and spoke, I felt my courage dissolve and I cut the call. I couldn’t believe I was being such a p*ssy! It was very unlike me. Well, something happened that made me take one of my most daring moves ever.
Simon, a colleague in the IT department was getting married soon. He wanted a very good wedding ring and I don’t know why, but he came to me. He said he had seen some close-up pictures of Tunde and Amaka during their wedding on my laptop and he wanted to know where they had gotten their rings from. I called up Tunde and he gave me the number of one Mojisola; she made frequent trips out of Nigeria to buy all kinds of quality jewelry. Luckily, she had a new set and she was mobile so she came to the office.
Mojisola’s arrival seemed to be what everyone at my office needed. Her visit turned out to be one big sale as almost everyone wanted to buy some jewelry for themselves or for their loved ones. Even my boss bought an expensive pair of Bvlgari earrings for his wife. After Mojisola had sold a good number of her wares, she came to see me.
“Wow! I don’t think I’ve ever made sales this big in one place within a space of two hours.” She said, eyes sparkling. She was fashionable and well-dressed, dark-skinned but with soft features and very friendly eyes. I liked her instantly.
“When Tunde called to tell me to expect a call from you, I wasn’t expecting to meet a very huge market.” She said, looking very pleased.
“I’m just as surprised as you are. It was just Simon who wanted a wedding ring.” I said truly surprised.
“I find it a bit odd that you didn’t buy anything from me though.” She said winking.
“Well, I don’t really wear jewelry.” I said shrugging.
“I’m sure your girlfriend will like something from my collection.” She said relentlessly as she put some of her wares on my desk. Her words hit home as I seemed lost in thought for a few minutes.
“I’m sorry.” She said after a short while.
“What?” I asked looking up at her.
“You really miss her, don’t you?” She asked sadly.
“Do I know you? You seem to be able to read me so well.” I said laughing. She laughed too.
“Well, you know what they say about diamonds…they are a girl’s best friend. Perhaps, a nice piece could soften her up…?” She said, winking.
“You’re one hell of a marketer.” I said laughing. “Its now clearer why almost everyone made a purchase off you.”
“Well, I try.” She smiled. “Thanks for inviting me over. You deserve a gift but you said you don’t wear jewelry…I had something really nice to give you.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’m just glad I could help.” I said smiling.
“At least, let me take you to lunch.” She insisted. “My bag is full of money and I have the urge to splurge.”
I laughed at her rhymes. She was good company so I took her on her offer but we rescheduled for dinner later that evening. She chose Jevinik on Victoria Island and we agreed to meet by 8pm.
I left the office at about 6: 40pm and decided to go home and change first. There was always the danger of running into the most severe of traffics but surprisingly, the road heading back to the Island was unusually free, except for small pockets of traffic that gave way in record time. I was at Jeviniks a few minutes to 8pm and as I parked my car at the parking lot of the massive establishment, Mojisola called me to say she just arrived. We were still talking when I entered and she waved excitedly as soon as she s₱0tted me.
She wore an exquisite black gown and was adorned with the best of what she sold. Her hair was different from what she wore to the office earlier today. I told myself to ask how she managed all that today but I forgot. After a soft peck on her cheek in appreciation of her stunning outfit and a brief exchange of pleasantries, we ordered.
“So how was your day? Did you make more sales after you left the office.” I asked.
“I did oh. Today has been so fantastic. I’ve been on a roll. Your call set the ball rolling. I wish you could call me everyday.” She said sincerely.
“I would, if you would bring me here for dinner everyday.” I said laughing.
“Oh, that’s a given…if everyday could be as good as today was.” She said winking.
When our orders came, we ate in between small talk. She was quite a story teller and there was never a dull moment. After we finished a highly satisfying meal, she suggested we go somewhere close by for drinks which we did.
“So, tell me about the girl.” She asked after we had settled down in a nice mini bar not far away from where we had dinner.
“What girl?” I asked surprised.
“I’ve been waiting for you to hit on me but apparently, you’re still very much in love.”
I sighed with a wry smile. “Do I really look that pathetic or are you so good at reading people?”
“Well, I guess I’m good at reading people. I studied Psychology too so I guess it helps. You’ve been trying to keep a cheerful face but there’s something more. I just feel it.”
I looked at her for a while and decided to unburdened myself to her, leaving out the specific details. She listened quietly and when I was done, her first question woke me up.
“Have you made any attempt to get her back since then?”
“I…I…not really.” I stammered, realising that I really hadn’t.
“I just wanted her to…heal a bit, I guess. I really hurt her badly.”
“How long has it been since you last spoke to her?” She asked.
“A month and a couple of days.”
“Hmm. You’ve been counting. When was the last time you saw her?”
“A little over two months.” I said.
“Why haven’t you called her?” Mojisola asked me looking surprised.
“I really don’t know. I know I should but when I attempted to, I could still hear pain in her voice.”
“Wow. You’re deep and sensitive. I like that.” She said smiling endearingly. She looked at me with genuine admiration in her eyes. She took a sip from her Chapman spiked with a little whiskey.
“She must be very beautiful.”
“She is.” I concurred. I hadn’t really drunk much from my glass of whiskey. I keep shaking it idly as we talked.
“If I were in her shoes, I’d expect you to try to get me back.” She said quietly.
“You would?” I asked.
“Of course. We are women. We can be quite rational for what we really want.”
At that moment, I knew what I needed to do to get her back; something I should have done a long time.
“I think I’m interested in one of your wares. ” I said, unable to wait a second more.
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