S*X SLAVERY 2 by Psuedo Love

The elevator started its movement to the down floor as I tried to dress up as fast as I could knowing it was impossible for me to go unnoticed in the state I was in. a quick replay  of what happened unlocked the beating of the gong to etilogwu dance in my heart. I knew, I was in trouble but I was too messed up to allow my mind run the marathon thought of how deep the trouble could be. Faster than the elevator made it up, it came down in no time and I was ready for the confrontation that would come from inquisitive eyes and gossip side talks. More demoralizing was knowing that many people saw the boss go into the elevator with me looking as fresh as morning breeze only for me to move down few minutes later alone and looking disheveled with a huge badge of honor, boldly imprinted on my shirt by my boss’ make up. I stepped out with such a hurry and briskly made my way through the security office to where my Toyota spider 2009 model was parked. From the corners of my eyes I saw the confused look on faces as I passed by, angry, scared, aroused and unquestionably feeling used. i tried my best to ignore them and I rebuffed the frantic attempt by busy-body Agnes; the canteen attendant to stop me. After a brief moment that seemed like a decade I saw myself on the driver’s seat of my car. With the fire still raging in my groin, I inserted the key in the ignition and drove home cursing everything on my path all through the way.

A quick shower didn’t do the expected magic when I got home so I resorted to taking a nap unsure whether it was going to be brief. My rented apartment was every bit of comfort. I spent huge amount of money to rent it so I didn’t mind spending extra to make it a haven. I didn’t earn the money anyway; it was happily given to me by a business tycoon mother who wanted nothing more than to see me become a man of my own. So whatever it was I could earn, she didn’t mind supplementing it as long as I stay busy and on the job. Everything in the apartment, from the LCD screen on the wall, huge LG air condition to the floor arts were all top class. In summary, I had the peck that came with the affluent but it didn’t inflate my pride. I had only one weakness anyway; women. They could send my thought to the left when I wanted it to move to the direction of right but I never handled a woman that was my boss until then.  I slept like a log of wood not because I was tired, at least so I assumed, but because a deep slumber would make my body to forget a bit.

In my slumber, I forgot everything that existed. I dreamily got worked on by angels in semi nude flaring gowns that soothed my worries with their enticing bodies. They were familiar, familiar to an extent that they were always there in my sleep and more so whenever I slept feeling the way I felt. The sticky fluid woke me up as the sweet daughters of eve catapulted me to the llimbo for umpteenth time through the archer of passion and arrow of possession. Waking up, I noticed that it wasn’t my first ejaculation but all was too familiar because it wasn’t the first time. My phone rang and I ran my hand on the bed sheet in search of it. Just then, my sleepy eyes glanced at the clock and got widened in shock. 5pm it was! My boss’ last statement when I saw her in the morning rang out in my head. I held my breath when I turned the phone to look at the screen.

“Hello Jess, “I said obviously relieved.

“Dave, what’s up with the tone”, she asked with a streak of concern in her voice.

“I’m fine just waked from sleep”, I replied still shivering inwardly’

“You didn’t go to work?” she inquired, jeez Jess could pass in any field connected to journalism, in fact she never ran out of questions.

“What are you doing?” I asked trying to divert her attention from the question. I was obviously not in the mood to answer her question, to tell the tale of my personal Waterloo.

“Nothing Dave, you are becoming a bad boy son” she said teasingly, “you not at work and you not with me”

Jess was my girlfriend of two years, dark in complexion, tall, polished, full blossom, well-rounded behind but not too beautiful. Of all her qualities, the one I could think of easily if asked is her superb craft in the bedroom, thinking about it alone puts me at par with Scooby-doo.

“Are you at home?” I asked tiredly, an attempt to distract myself.

“Yea baby” she cooed,

“Will be there in an hour” I said as I sprang up from the bed.

“Aright, drop at the pharmacy before coming Dave, I am not on pills” she said. That’s the typical Jess I know, neither ashamed nor afraid to express herself.

I dropped the phone and breezed into the bathroom for a second bath, it was quick even though I whistled while I was at it. In no time, I was done. I toweled myself dry and swiftly struggled in a pair of dirty jeans and a cream colored T shirt. A look at the mirror reassured me of what exactly the women in my life were after. I was handsome and it ran in the family blood. Fair complexioned and heavily built even though I never visited the gym except once when a childhood friend came visiting. Still lost in thought, the ring of my phone drifted me back to reality. Impatience, that's the word for Jess I thought aloud as I clicked on the receiver.

“You are supposed to be at work DAVE!” The voice on the other side thundered. Instantly everything stood still. I could sense my boss’ anger, wounded pride mingled with disappointed, with this realization, the strength of my legs almost failed me.

“Eh eemm” I stammered,

“Meet me in ten minutes at Mint restaurant or you are a dead meat” she said icily and dropped the call before I could make another sound.

The worst is yet to come….  My bemused mind informed me!

TO BE CONTINUED…

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