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EPISODE 1: A SILHOUETTE QUESTIONED

EPISODE 2: SHADES OF SKIN

It’s been six (6) months now since I’ve been working with Don K, satisfactory is the least word in my word factory. My personality fetched me a flexible working pattern. I met my deadlines beforehand giving the company more windows for profit. My smooth speech pattern propelled my target towards purchasing Don K properties ASAP. 

This was very hard to come by for other guys in my department. Some wondered how I was able to vault through the hurdles easily.

Mr Clement head of the marketing operation complimented my hard work on daily basis. He said I was “selfless, consistent, transparent and reliant”. Those four combos brutalised every atom of laziness that tried sprouting within me.

MY COMPANY

I was able to register my own company, giving me a better spot to spearhead my personal development workshop in schools across Abuja. Formerly, breaking through the academic-bureaucratic bottleneck was insurmountable.

Government schools were impenetrable due to a mandatory approval that must be gotten from the secondary school board. Damn school board that refused to attend to my proposal even after meeting up their requirement. On the other hand, private schools played with my head.

The lyrics every secretary told me were “Submit your proposal and we will get back to you”. I doubt if they submitted them cos I never got a call.

Don K gave me a letter to knock this firewall down. Every school I visited either government or private school welcomed me with open arms when I showed them the letter Don K gave me. This made my phone weighty with incoming calls from different schools and churches inviting me for presentations. I became an overnight role model to teenagers and youths in Abuja. Social media rocked with my pictures, quotes and blog links. C’mon this is the image nation individuals in my area of specialisation daily paint on the canvas of wishes.

Just one incident changed my life for good. I wished many more incidents would occur hence its pushing good things my way.

Don K was animated seeing a member of staff go places while giving quality credit to his officer father.

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MY APARTMENT

I was given the keys to a service apartment situated in a high profile blocks of flat somewhere in Asokoro. My room was WiFi enabled attached to a 55-inch Sony 4k television. I literally had my phone connected to my television; streaming Netflix and social media flowed like a stream. The picture quality of movies was four times Higher than the regular High definition.

The world was in my fingertips, video calls ran smoothly without buffering, I’m not talking about Skype because I was in the sky already. It was an out of this world one bedroom with convertible sofas, an upgraded Jacuzzi, library, mini-gym, and much more unbelievable sophisticated amenities.

I figured out at this stage I was, ladies craved for a relationship more, they even go an extra mile performing diverse stunt a guy would never have double thoughts in pulling.

Every time I visited the swimming pool within the facility, there was a particular Latina woman who picked interest in me, she tipped the bartender to offer me any drink of my choice. She was divorced with teenage kids, she worked in Brazilian Embassy.

We usually sit at the 5ft part of the pool, sharing cultural values, experiences and personal tales. For her age forty (40) she was a hotty, I thought the tales of Brazil were folktales until my eyes beheld the truth for itself.

On this particular day, we sat in our usual spot sipping Martini which was her favourite “My husband was having an adulterous affair with my younger sister” she said sipping on her drink.

Her words stung me; I pulled down my eye glass for my eyeballs to get a real look. “You don’t mean it?”

“I have the video if you wanna see...my kids were the ones who recorded it and sent it to me” She added.

“I’m so sorry about the unfortunate event” I consoled her.

She smirked “There is nothing to be sorry about honey. He has a weak erection; I left him for my sister. Good radiance to an awkward weenie dipstick”

Wow, she’s hotter when mean. She came closer and whisper into my ears “Speaking of weenie and dipstick, I heard Nigerian guys literally carry a black shining anaconda underneath is that true?”

I responded nodding “Whoever told you that must have spied mine”

“Has anyone ever told you, you are smooth with words? She asked taking her hands below the water to confirm if my size measured up with my guts.

“I guess you are the first, is that your best seduction?” I asked.

"Room 8C, be there in the next 5minutes” she added and stylishly walked out of the pool area.

She was completely single and searching as well as completely horny. My views on life are beyond pleasurable deeds with an older lady, I didn’t consider having an affair with her to be healthy since the aftermath could fetch sad stories such as emotional dysfunction especially when I invite ladies over. I kept her waiting and never showed up. I was gladdened we didn’t exchange number so I was fully safe. In order to play safer, I had to cut my swimming times to avoid seeing her.

On a raining evening, I was with Platinum in my new apartment. I was taken aback how easily she fell for me. The coolest thing was that she was ready to keep our affair on a low-key because of my contract breach with her father Mr Lincoln who matched made me with her eldest sister Jasmine. 

Right on my bed, we laid, having a cosy moment, I tucked her into my arms like a baby, enveloping her with my manly embrace until I felt her pulse push against me.

She wanted to be a ballerina; her fashion sense alongside other aesthetics was in appropriate place. Her perfume spiced up the atmosphere in my room. I suspected it was the type they call “the seducer”.

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 As we laid taking a deep look at each other, she asked: “Why are you with me?”

I took some seconds to carefully think this through “Because your presence breathes life into me”.

She complimented massaging my goatee “You are smooth with words. I like that about you”.

“Are you sure, cos I can tag this creative boost to the sight of your boobs” I chuckled watching her beam pleasurably.

“I remember the first time I saw you, my heart beat like a native drum only because you are native rum!!! Your sight intoxicates me to a degree I feel the man in me flee. Flee over the sea, only to come back saying Platinum remains my rum” I ended kissing her forehead, down to her nose, teased her a little by evading her lips, headed straight to her ear lobes and flickered it gently with my tongue.

She grabbed my head with her soft hands, chewed my lips till it sore. She shut my eyes closed with her G-string and went into the bathroom to get me a surprise gift. Her bright, slim physic was all I could see in partial darkness while the smell of her essence flushed into my nostrils turning me on the more.

After few minutes of dead silence and nosy moaning imagination I painted in my head, she ordered me to remove the sexy blindfold, when I did I found a different version of Platinum, “The stripper Platinum”. She wore a black leather garter creating fifty shades darker scene. She turned and twisted in ways I had never seen. She turned my bedroom into a VIP strip lounge. When she closed her legs, there was a love shape space kissing her camel toe. My incontinence awakened, all I wanted was to predate her 20-year-old cookie.

She advanced towards me creating a dancing pattern I flowed. I tried standing up; she pinned me down, brought out my tie and tied my hands to the bed frame.

“Seriously!!!” In a soft voice, I exclaimed.

“I’m too hot to be touched” she replied.

She kissed me passionately, went down to my nipples, tickled it with her tongue and focused on it till I pleaded she does something else.

My rod of steel kept nodding, beckoning on her soft lips to address it warmly. As she went down to fulfil my desires, my door bell rang.  I wondered who taunt this five-star transmission. The person striking the door bell was more impatient than a patient seeking for doctor’s immediate attention.

I ordered Platinum to untie me so I can check who that was. I took my phone along so I could check if I had a missed call.

I peeped through the door spy hole, it was Sophie. OMG, I kept quiet watching her ring the door bell, pretending as though I wasn’t around, only for her to dial my number. When my phone rang, she heard it ring aloud from the other side of the door. Busted!!! I had to open up and covered up by acting sleepy.

“What a surprise…how did you know I stay here?” I inquired.

“You aren’t too hard to find!!!” She said steering her eyes from my face down to my groin region.

I traced her eyes downwards only to be dumbfounded by the sight of my little wonder man sticking out its head out of my boxers, saluting her. What an embarrassing moment yet she giggled. I quickly adjusted it back into its cage.

Exotic Sophie walked in eyes locked on me launching series of smiles. Her white slim vest complimented her chocolate pigment, creating a vision of tofu roasting on a brunette burner.

She came closer and whispered into my ears “Perfect time to play”.

Sophie conflicting skin shades hid her intent. I pinched myself not to forget Platinum was in the bedroom waiting for my return.

I tried shutting down her lustrous proposals but she refused to let go “Hey handsome, this isn’t how to treat a hot sauce like me” she rolled her hand across my shoulder blades, took it down to my butt and squeezed it.

“Lord, save me from this wildling”. I cried in my mind. “I guess you have to go” I summoned up the courage.

“No…I just need 10minutes with you!!!” she pleaded.

“But I’m a little bit busy inside, let’s reschedule”. I held her hands to lead her out.

“I can help you with what you are doing” She stubbornly reacted.

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Sophie’s phone rang, it was Platinum calling her. She used it to discharge her off my apartment by feeding her with urgent wrong information.

When Sophie left, Platinum opened up to me that Sophie stole all her past boyfriends, since then they haven’t been on the same page and she had decided not to involve her family members in her relationship not even her dad.

This sounded too good to be true for me because that was exactly what I wanted.

We had a passionate marathon love making season. Something you don’t even get to see in movies…I’m gladly convinced we invented some styles Kama sutra had never heard nor seen. From another trajectory, we shot the X-rated video of Belly’s song “Ballerina”.

After she left, my body ached in ways I never dreamt off. I used chilled beer to cool off while listening to my favourite playlist.

My door bell rang repeatedly waking me up from my short nap, I looked at the clock; it was few minute past 12 am. The sleep wasn’t short after all.

I quickly attended to it hoping Platinum came for the night. While the door opened, Vanny unveiled backing the door on a Time Magazine pose.

To be continued ...
Read Episode 4: I FIGURED OUT YOUR WEAK POINT 

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