by Dames Caucus
“Babes, is it only fuck you will fuck him? Omo, you will lick his preek and nyash if need be o. 3 years of dating is not beans. Rings have been known to pop out in mere months.” Sophie added.
BLAST OF THE UNEXPECTED
“Korede is coming back tomorrow. I can’t wait…” Mimi squealed in delight, eliciting lewd exclamations from the other girls.
All, except Lina.
She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time and repressed a groan. She’d been quiet for the better part of the evening, struggling to act like she was interested in the conversations around her. She still couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong with the female folks. Here they were, gathered together in their own version of a ‘Girls Night Out’, discussing other women, men and of course, sex; topics they all contributed to colorfully.
Again, all except her.
Outside work, fashion and foreign celebrities, Lina never discussed, other women, men or sex…. In any gathering of women. That was the surefire way to get slandered when anything went wrong. She rarely hung out with her friends and was only here because Mimi had threatened to give her phone number to one of her male work colleague who admired her. Lina knew Mimi didn’t make empty threats so she had reluctantly agreed to this meeting and had ensured that she’d remained as vocally inconspicuous as she possibly could.
“See.. the kind of f__k I will f__k Korede ehn? Ring must come out o. September won’t meet me without ring,” Mimi announced and the other ladies laughed uproariously while Lina shook her head.”
“Babes, is it only f__k you will f__k him? Omo, you will lick his prick and ny__h if need be o. Three years of dating is not beans. Rings have been known to pop out in mere months,” Sophie added.
Lina couldn’t help it. Her scoff, which was meant to be silent, broke forth in gloried sarcasm. The other girls turned to her and Sophie raised a quizzical brow.
“You obviously disagree Lina…” She said with a cold smile.
“I do, but to each his own,” Lina replied and took a sip of her over-priced chapman.
Mimi wasn’t having her clipped answer. Of all the girls gathered, Lina was closest to her. They’d been friends since university and she was the only friend Lina trusted a little over average.
“Oya Lina, talk your mind. Spit it out o because I know you have something to say,” Mimi said.
Lina smiled broadly and shook her head in mock pity. She stalled a bit, noting that the other ladies were not going to let her avoid the talk so easily. With a resigned smile, she began.
“All I have to say is that if Korede is going to propose to you, he will, of his own freewill. Your sexual acrobatics and disgusting oral preferences won’t hasten his trudge down the aisle with you,” Lina let out with a sarcastic eye-roll.
“And how do you know it won’t hasten it? Are you the one f__king Korede?” Sophie attacked
“Nope! But I’m sure your tongue has been busy in the many disgusting orifices of your countless boyfriends. We are yet to see a ring though…” Lina replied sarcastically.
The next action was not expected. Sophie grabbed her glass of chapman and tossed it at Lina. As if expecting some form of reprisal, she got off her seat, toppling the chair in her hast and began to cuss out at Lina. The other ladies got up to restrain Sophie while Lina simply smiled, wiped the drink from her face and got up.
“Look at her… Frigid bi__h! 35… No husband, no boyfriend, no joy. Just a bitter, discontented soul,” Sophie screamed at her. “Left to you, no woman should get married because you’re not.”
Lina chuckled. She’d heard these words time and time again, especially from girls whose pu__ies had racked up so much sex mileage, they were near derelict. She’d never really cared for Sophie and hated that she always chucked everything in life down to sex. Lina picked her purse and turned to Mimi.
“Mimi… Thanks for the invite. Talk later. Bye ladies… Don’t drink too much.” Lina said airily and sashayed away without a care.
She knew that Sophie was bristling angrily behind her but she didn’t care. As she opened her car, Lina knew instinctively that this would be the last time Mimi invited her to their “Ladies Night” and sincerely, she was glad. She got into her car and drove away, making a mental note to burn her chapman-stained outfit the very next morning.
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She munched on her sandwich and read the email on her Tab. Lunch time was a special time for her. It was when she took a load off the craziness of her work schedule, ate whatever she wanted and read her emails at leisure. It was also a time she used to clear her head and appreciate her life thus far. As she savored her Tuna club sandwich, she had this eerie feeling that someone was watching her. Unwilling to look around abruptly, she finished the first sandwich, sipped her coke and picked on her fries absently. Then, with as much nonchalance as she could muster, she raised her eyes from her Tab and looked around the restaurant casually. Sure enough, she picked out the voyeur easily. His eyes were bright behind his glasses as they stared at her, irrespective of the fact that he had been found out. Lina stared at him for a brief moment, casually assessing him without inhibition. He had an afro and neatly trimmed beard, giving him a somewhat roughish look which clashed violently with his suit. She couldn’t see much more of him, since he was seated but wanting to send him a clear message of disinterest, she threw him a look of disdain and turned her gaze back to her Tab and meal. She didn’t hear him walk up until he was standing close to her.
“Hey you…” He said in a thick, baritone drawl.
Lina looked up at him and groaned inwardly.
“What? Are we best friends now? Why are you ‘Hey you-ing’ me?” She asked him rudely. His face screwed up in disapproval at her tone.
“Oh pardon me. I was just being civil seeing as we almost always have lunch here regularly,” he sounded irritated.
“Well… I haven’t had time to notice other patrons of this restaurant. Next time, I’ll be more observant,” she said before tucking into her second sandwich.
“Bi__h!” He muttered and walked out of the restaurant. Lina nearly choked on her sandwich. She was sure she’d heard him clearly. She turned to glare at him but he was already out of the restaurant. Muttering invectives under her breath, she picked up her coke and took a long gulp.
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Back at her office, she slaved away at her desk, responding to endless emails, returning client calls, booking meetings and holding conference calls. It was already past 6pm and her work didn’t seem to be winding down. She stared at the small call-note her secretary had dropped on her table. She’d returned every call except one. She saved that one for last because speaking to that particular client usually gave her a headache. Chief Wilson was an old man in his late 50s, stubborn and difficult. Her company was in charge of preparing his bid and thus far, he’d proved to be horribly headstrong… questioning her company’s proficiency and professionalism in bid preparation. Lina hated speaking to the old man. He was cocky, rude and a little sexist. The bid was due in a week and the man was yet to furnish them with certain information needed. She was about to dial his number when her M.D. summoned her on the intercom. With a resigned sigh, Lina headed for his office, putting off her call to Chief Wilson a little while longer. She entered the M.D’s offices after a brief knock.
“Ah Lina… I’m glad you’re still here…” He said with a huge smile.
“Not enough hours in the day to do the work you pay me for, sir.” She answered with a small smile.
Her smile fizzled almost immediately. Seated opposite her M.D. was the guy who had walked up to her at the restaurant. She walked up to her boss’ table, tossing a cold ‘Good Evening’ the Mr. Afro-Beard.
“Well… I guess you have to find a way around it. You always manage to do that,” The M.D. grinned.
“I can’t perform miracles sir… But I can promise to try,” She said and smiled back at him.
She enjoyed a warm relationship with her boss. She was well paid, over burdened and mostly stressed out from lack of adequate rest but she loved her job and her boss was an appreciative man. She tried to quell the trepidation that seeing Mr. Afro-Beard had caused by training her eyes on her boss.
“Ok… How far with Bantec Oils and their bid?” The M.D. asked. Lina sighed and shook her head.
“I was about to call Chief Wilson when you asked me to come. He still hasn’t sent me a few of the documents I requested. Seriously sir, the old man is making things difficult for me. The bid is to be submitted to DPR next week Monday and I’m not even a quarter done,” Lina lamented.
“Well, I have an update on Chief Wilson. I have it on good authority that The board of Bantec Oils had a meeting yesterday and agreed that Chief Wilson step down for his son to take over the running of the company,” The M.D. explained.
“Oh thank God! I just hope the son is more agreeable. It will make my work so much easier,” She said, her voice reflecting her immense relief.
“Well…” The M.D. said with a mischievous smile and turned to Mr. Afro-Beard. “Are you agreeable Mr. Wilson?”
Lina, in her characteristic habit, groaned inwardly… But this time, from despair. She knew that with what had transpired between them at the restaurant, she was going to be in big trouble. She quickly began to devise a suitable damage-control plan. Turning on her brightest, charming smile, she turned to Mr. Afro-Beard and proffered her hand for a handshake. The young man took her hand in a firm grip and shook her, giving her that same piercing look he’d given her at the restaurant; only this time, his eyes were cold, dark slates. They were so cold, she practically felt a chill run down her spine.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Wilson” she said in a bright, cheery voice. “My name is Angelina Okoro and I’m the one handling your company.
“Miss Okoro…. Or is it Mrs?” His question sounded like a questioning taunt. Or maybe she was just being paranoid, she thought.
“It’s Miss Okoro” she replied, her smile still in place but her face ached from the effort.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” He muttered under his breath but she caught the words and felt her face stiffen.
“Well then Mr. Wilson, I’ll leave you in Lina’s capable hands. She will put you up to speed in her office. Anything else you feel she can’t handle, please let me know so we can work on it,” The M.D said.
Lina waited with polite patience as both men shook hands. Then she led Mr. Wilson out of the M.D’s office, her heart beating wildly at the thought of being alone in her office with this Afro-Beard from the restaurant. Her instincts told her that he would unleash his displeasure when they got to her office. Sucking in a deep breath, Lina reached for the door handle to her office and pushed it open, stepping aside to let him go in first. He walked past her, his face set in a hard mask, leaving a slight trail of his cologne in his wake. Lina involuntarily inhaled his scent, offered up a little prayer for Mercy and walked in after him, closing the door firmly behind her.
………. TO BE CONTINUED……….
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Dame Valuta is a mother, wife, scriptwriter by day and an enthusiastic Erotic Writer by night. She lovingly refers to herself as a semi-Literate, Broke Writer with dreams of becoming a Third-World Celebrity, conquering African Erotica one lewd story at a time. She owns an Erotic Website called www.damescaucus.com