A long time ago, I was job hunting and I needed some extra money to add to what I was already making from my side hustle, you see I was not the type to beg or ask for favours when times get rough, I might need someone to talk to but hardly would I ever ask for anything (except in dire situations). I went to a popular job vacancy site and began my search for work, applying day in , day out to almost every vacancy I could find, if you live in nigeria, you would understand that getting a job is not always based on your credentials and or experience, but I didnāt let that derail me.
One day, in usual fashion, I had just completed my morning rounds at the local business I owned and I went home to start applying again, I found a job with a very , for a lack of a better word āweirdā outline, it was a job position for business manager, those interested were to add a BBM pin and await further instructions.
Initially, I thought this was a scam but I enjoy suffering fools, I would usually stay on the phone with scammers who pretend to be employees of my bank while they tell me how my card has been blocked by my supposed bank and they are calling to help me recover it. I would then proceed to read out fake numbers on my fake credit cards, laughing as they frantically tried to withdraw whatever money was on the card āmadam the number is wrong, please call it againā ā They would say. āOh so sorry, the 6 there is not 6, its 9, wait let me get my glasses, I had the card upside down all this timeā ā I would reply. āok maā ā they would say as they lie in wait like wolves waiting to devour a sheep.
Here I was, shaking a few papers to create the semblance of a search for my glasses; āHello, are you there?ā ā I would say as I continued āok the correct numbers are 5399865421876478 and the cvv is 071 and the expiry date is 08/2019. Did you get all of that?ā ā I would ask āYes ma, but its incorrectā ā The reply came on the other end of the line. āyes I know and thatās how everything in your life will be incorrectā ā I would reply before bursting into laughter.
āAshawo, your mama toto, idiot, prostituteā ā my bank employees cum scammers would insult me with a barrage of slew pidgin words which roughly translates to Prostitute, your motherās pussy, idiot, prostitute. In Nigeria, our men have been trained from childhood to believe that the highest level of insult you can give to a woman is calling her a prostitute, but I am a āfucking hoā and I donāt mind being called a ho! LOL.
Anyways, when I saw the ad for the job, it felt more like a thrilling adventure than an actual job, so I added the blackberry messenger pin and wrote the person, there was no response for about 3 days and on the third day, I received a list of 20 personality questions and a shabby apology from the person on the other end. This was beginning to get interesting, the basis of the entire questionnaire was to find out how religious and diligent the candidate was, I sent in my answers and contact details and SILENCE.
It took 3 days and I received a message to meet the next day, I was down with a fever and as much as I would have loved to meet the mystery person behind this online interview, I was too tired to move. In retrospect, I actually thought this was some kind of covert recruitment for a government agency, I was ready to be bound and gagged and put into a bus and then taken to the middle of nowhere, donāt blame me, blame my Hollywood movie collection.
I explained to the mystery man that I was sorry and I could not make it but if he would be so kind as to reschedule, I would appreciate it. He heaved, his voice calm and reeked of masculinity, I wanted to meet my mystery man, the whole dagger and cloak surrounding the recruitment process stirred something inside of me. For me, it wasnāt about getting the job anymore, it was about finding out who was on the other end. We rescheduled for the coming week and I went to stay at my best friendās place, it was easier to commute to the venue from her place.
Friday 7pm, I was dressed and on my way to Rhapsodys, when I got there, I ordered for a cocktail just to calm my nerves. A couple of minutes go by and a man and a woman walk in, hand in hand, giddy and laughing. āno this is not my targetā ā I thought, the intelligence I garnered from watching criminal minds and CSI repetitively coming to the forefront. Twenty minutes go by and a dark skinned, average height fellow walks in, a baseball cap on his head with his head bowed, I knew he had seen me; I sat at a position where anyone walking in would. He walked towards the other end and sat in an oval chair designed with names of cities, I didnāt walk towards him, he wanted the illusion of being the first to spot me and I wanted to give him that so I pretended to not see him. āHi, the man over there says you are waiting for himā ā the waiter said. I was right, our unsub was baseball cap man, it really does pay to watch good television.
I walked towards him and when I got to him, I said āSo you are the mystery man, I was half expecting to be kidnapped today, I brought along some toiletries just incaseā
He smiled and let out a little laugh.
I sat down and he took off his cap and gosh he looked heavenly, I was half turned on, half amazed, half feeling like āI should rape this manā on the table right here and now. You see mystery does have its benefits when played well. āHi my name is M, you can call me Mā ā he said. I expected nothing less, if he had given me a full name or a real one, then we would have lost the vibe. āHi M, my name is Adaā ā I said. āso tell me about ā¦.ā ā M started to speak but I cut him mid way with a bout of laughter. āWhatās funnyā ā he said, his face a mixture of shock and amusement āwhatās funny is that you seem to think I am here for your interview, well I am not, I just wanted to know who was behind this cloak and dagger recruitmentā ā I said, looking directly into his eyes and conveying in no small words how much my motives were ulterior. āis that so?ā ā He asked āyes it isā ā I replied. āwell you have seen meā ā he said , a childlike smile appearing on his face.
He looked interesting, it was a small electrifying look but we could both feel the attraction brewing. āhave you had th chefās catch of the day hereā ā he asked, breaking my thoughts. āno I havenāt , I donāt even know what meansā ā I said unashamedly.
He burst into laughter and said āI like youā to which I replied āohh that came fast, I thought the I like you part was going to come while we are in bed togetherā, I wasnāt looking at him while I spoke, I had grabbed a menu and was going through it. āwhat? What did you say?ā- He asked, obviously stunned and intrigued by my boldness. āWell I said , the liking me came earlier than I imagined, I was expecting after we have sexā ā I repeated, this time with my arms folded on the table, my cleavage propped up on my arms and my eyes fixated on his. āwe are having sex?ā ā he asked, his eyes widening. āyes we areā ā I replied and resumed reading through the menu. I could see the conundrum of emotions on his face as he called the waiter and placed an order for the catch of the day, an extra cocktail for me and a glass of Hennessey for himself.
I enjoyed watching him suffer a little, it was nice to see the āhangman in his own nooseā. An awkward moment of silence passed before he spoke again. āwait, wait, this was supposed to be an interviewā ā he said, more like asked, āok, humour me, I am going to pretend to be interested in this job, tell me exactly what the job entailsā ā I said, smiling, enjoying the mini chaos I just caused.
Mr. folom went on to explain to me how he needed a business manager for a new business he wanted to start and he wanted to ensure he had a personal rapport with this manager, sort of his own way to build trust as this manager would be in charge of the entire arm for this business. The pay was good, but I told him I was more interested in having him than I was in his job.
He laughed, amused at my straightforwardness and even after the food arrived, I could see he was struggling between sitting there with me or leaving. āDonāt worry, I wonāt finish you, I just need to eat you after I’m done eating…
āDonāt worry, I wonāt finish you, I just need to eat you after I am done eating , I donāt think I want to even see you after today, thatās how quickly I get boredā ā I said, my head bowed as i spoke
He was coughing; he had choked on the food probably from the shock of what I just said. I handed him the water, saying my plenty sorryās with a mischievous grin on my face.
āyou are insane, batshit crazyā ā he exclaimed and continued āwhatā
I just continued laughing while I ate.
Soon we were done eating and folom stayed silent, watching me like a hawk, his eyes running through my body, wondering how we went from conducting a one-on-one interview to him feeling uneasy. I smiled mischievously, āyou have really beautiful lipsā ā I said. ākissing them would be great I’m sureā ā I said calmly, my demeanor the complete opposite of his. He tapped his hands on the table, making drivel sounds that seemed more like a nuisance than an anti-anxiety sound.
He was anxious, on one hand, he was intrigued, probably never met a woman as blunt as I was and on the other hand, his paranoia was dragging to take priority. Who was I, why did I reschedule the interview just to fuck him, did I know him, was I sent by someone he knew? All these thoughts ran through his mind, I was not naĆÆve, I knew if I let it continue, he would call it off out of fear and looking back now, in retrospect I was too horny to allow him run away. āwe can leave now, Iād prefer a hotel if you donāt mindā ā I said briskly but with a smile on my face, treating him like a short time whore who had come to render his services. āokā- he responded, his voice barely audible. He was beginning to understand that he had lost control, held captive by my charm and bluntness, his mind asking him to stay away from this woman that looks like a heartbreaker but his body yearning to be touched by me, his hands flailing to grab my face, kiss me, smack my ass and punish my pussy.
āwe can leave now, Iād prefer a hotel if you donāt mindā ā I said briskly but with a smile on my face, treating him like a short time whore who had come to render his services. āokā- he responded, his voice barely audible. He was beginning to understand that he had lost control, held captive by my charm and bluntness, his mind asking him to stay away from this woman that looks like a heartbreaker but his body yearning to be touched by me, his hands flailing to grab my face, kiss me, smack my ass and punish my pussy. While we walked to the car, I could feel the way his eyes were running through my body, telling me all the ways he was going to fuck meā¦
āWhat do you think of Radisson?ā ā he asked. I nodded to signify yes, my legs raised and spread open on the dashboard and while we drove, I dipped my finger inside my pussy, making sure I wet it enough with pussy juice before dipping it in my mouth, I squeezed my boobs and when I made to remove to remove the strap of my dress. He held my hand, pressing hard on the break. I could hear other motorists hooting horns at warn, but I was laughing.
āGawd, who are you, are you trying to get us killed? Someone could be seeing you from the car, seeing me and you, any of my staff could be driving past now, please donātā ā he said, as he resumed drivng, one of his hands placed on my hand. This was his own attempt at stopping me from taking the strap of my dress off.
I laughed then asked him āare you sure you donāt want to see my tits, my big beautiful bouncy tits, I am not wearing a bra, you must have noticedā I was making faces at him while I spoke, doing my best to keep him as distracted as I can, fucking every atom that made created his mind.
I made to remove the other strap with my other free hand and he went āplease, please donāt do thatā
I said ācall me big aunty otherwise I will bare my tits to the entire world with the side mirror wound downā
āwhatā ā he said ⦠āwrong answerā ā I replied and removed the strap, my boobies dropping like dominoes on my dress. I squeezed the nipples, while he freed my other hand.
I removed the other strap and began playing with both my boobs, squeezing them, while I rubbed on my clit, my legs spread open, my dress rolled up to my bum. Tap , tap on my pussy, while I turn off the car stereo so he could hear the tap tap sound my pussy made due to the over wetness. āgosh you are bad influence, I can tell already that you are bad for me, too bad for me. I have to be honest I donāt know why I’m heading to this hotel with you, I know it in my bones that you are bad for me, you will spoil a lot of plans I already made, my life is going to be turned sideways up with you in it but yet I want you, I need to have youā ā he said. He wasnāt lying.
We got to the hotel gate and I stopped my craziness, wearing my dress and returning my face to formal. He looked at me wondering how the switch was so quick, I looked like I was just coming from work and while the security checked the vehicle, he said āyou are definitely bi-polar, like see the way you instantly switched, someone looking at you would think you are the responsible person and I am your driverā. I didnāt respond, I just laughed. We paid for a room and I behaved till we opened the door, then I moved in front of him taking off my clothes slowly, unashamedly, first one strap, then the other, then slowly drag the dress down my waist, letting my ass wriggle out of it, while he watched, walked to the couch by the window overlooking the ocean, bent over and pretended to look at the pool, shaking my ass like a tail feather beckoning on him to come fuck. I would throw glances at him intermittently, watching, waiting, and when he came to me, he sat on the couch, watching me, his hand rubbing on my bum. āI want youā ā he said. āThen take meā ā I replied, arching my back. He got up, stood behind me and kissed my ass, I could hear him shuffling his jeans as he brought out his dick and stuffed it inside me brutely⦠āhaaaā ā I moaned āShut the fuck up!ā ā he replied, fucking me harder and harder, each thrust harder than the previous, my hands clawed at the glass, my back arching to take more dick, I had been starved, I needed it, all of it.
āfuck me , fuck me daddyā ā I screamed, rolling my pussy on his dick, cream after cream spurting out, my hand spreading my butt cheeks apart, imploring him to fuck me so more.
āwant, lust, thrust, spasms al in one sweet free flow. ākiss me pleaseā ā I said, raising my body up to get a kiss, our lips locked in a wet embrace, he pinched my nipples, rubbing on them as he drew in large breaths, his other hand spreading my butt cheek so he could thrust in deeper, hairy skin rubbing on my back, wetness dripping down my thighs as his dick sank in and out of my pussy.
I felt the thrust getting harder and faster, he let my face go as he began to smack my ass, every thrust making our thighs hit, āaahhhh, oohhhh, fuckkkk, gawd damnnn, damnnn daddy, ohhh gawdddā ā I screamed, enjoying being fucked, throwing my ass back just to get some more of that cock.
āohhh yesss, ohhh fuckkkkā ā folom screamed as he reached orgasm, kissing my back as he continued to thrust inside me so I could cum.
I stopped, turned him around and pushed him on the couch, stuffing my boobs in his mouth while I grind my clit on his dick, slowly, my ass clapping on wetness, goose bumps all over my body as he sucked on my nipples
āohh fuckkkk , I’m coming, suck my fucking nipples daddy, suck it harderā ā I screamed as my thigh clasped his dick and the orgasm flowed down my thighā¦