Checkmate

I was not used to drinking, but the party was lit and I had gulped down two bottles of White House already, Vic was dancing and laughing with some girls at the counter of the bar, I on the other hand was not willing to dance, in fact, honestly, the closest dance move I have ever done was during the Sunday school's service back at home when I was young, oops, that was many years ago, when church going was one of the requirements to have a place to sleep in my fathers house.

I am not saying that I am not religious, no, in fact I am always punctual to  every Easter and Christmas services and more often I actively participate in church ceremonies, like weddings.

Anyway My religious story is for another day, let's focus on today.

Forgive my manners, I talk more this days, not that I'm bragging but I supposed it is because I have been promoted to be the regional Manager in Wamz Press, where I currently work.

I am Meganvil, but I prefer to be called Megan,my friends do, yea, Megan feels so good on me, I even think of changing My ID names from Meganvil to Megan, someday.

I am not yet married yet, not so soon, my dad always say that I should marry when I'm 28, I only got two years more to look for a good wife.

I guess that is all about me for today, you will get to know me better with time,

The bar was dimly lit, with flickering lights, like a house of rainbows, the strong smell of smoke from the pipers chocked my throat like a raging fire from a bomb, the stink of the drinks made me sick, not that I don't drink, but because Vic had taken me to this place against my wish.

In the first place, I wanted to go to Parkville, our usual spot, but he argued that here, at seaview, we may,out of luck, find our dream wives, funny, isn't it? A wife in a bar? But it happens, I've seen some, even my boss once told me that he got his wife from a bar. Shshshsh that's between me and you

Anyway, the music was boring, the bongo that the DJ was playing was old fashioned and not of taste, so I sat down drinking my third bottle of White House while staring in space

Sometimes you may be at a place but out of place, like an alien on earth, but still you have to assume that you are enjoying the moments and let time pass,

"Excuse me sir" I was startled away from my thoughts by a  voice, I looked up and saw her, and my heart skipped two or three beats I guess.

"Edel!" I gasped, "What are you doing here?"

Edel was my boss's wife, I first met her on a holiday to an exotic country. The moons delicate light had just turned the world a-flame with silver when I saw her. She had a comely figure which was stem-thin. Her waist didn't surprise me as much as the tint to her complexion.

Her crescent shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she saw me staring at her. I yelped at being caught. Her eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly, as if to invite me over.

When I came closer, I noticed her scrolled ears and her elegant nose. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It was love at first light. Her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she pawed at me with her film star nails. Her hair was a glorious tumble of star beam-gold and her brown eyes set my heart a-thump. Her oxbow lips positively drooled with goodness. Oh! Those sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all mesmerized me.

"and what are you doing here young man," she smiled

"what do you do when you land a bigger job, get promoted and a your salary is increased with more than 50%?"

"You party"

"Correct"

"Why don't you invite me for the party?" she came closer, tucked my shirt and sat down.

Edel was 5 years than me, but she looked sweet sixteen.

She joined me in my drinking spree and before long, our lips were touching, our hands on each others bodies, we were at Room 417.

I wanted to kiss her forever. I blocked out all thoughts about what this was, what it might mean, what mess I might create for myself... And I kissed her until reason seeped out through my pores and I became a living pulse, conscious only of what I wanted to do to her... And suddenly we were crashing around the little room, all hands and lips and, oh, God, the scent and taste and feel of her. It was like tiny fireworks going off all over me, bits of me I'd thought dead reigniting to life.

I opened her blouse slowly, twisting each button with my thumb and third finger, then running my finger along her breastbone. When her shirt finally fell open, I studied her, then caressed her breasts. I licked her nipples, then moved my lips slowly down her stomach, and she couldn't have cared less if I was. I removed her underwear, and kissing her just above her pubic bone, I slipped two fingers inside her. She moved into my hands until I stopped suddenly, removing my fingers as I thought better of the whole thing.

Edel stood up, buttoned her shirt, wore her underwear and left, cursing. I knew I had fucked up.

That night, I packed up my belongings, left the city, and never returned back.

***

And that's how I found myself here, and my lust for older women had increased, many a times, I've been found with people's wives, I've been beaten for sleeping with my bosses' wives.

But this game warmed my blood, and I wanted more women, and each day, a married woman could be seen in and out of my appartment, and I became the king of women.

I have had many one night stands, at balconies, at bathrooms, by the road, in the taxis, even in the morgues, sex is sweet when stolen.

During my in and out of bars preying for married and older women, I met Wengstar, and he taught me ways of love, that to date I use, how to smash a woman at first sight, how to have a threesome and how to not be caught by husbands.

And for months to come, I could eat anything that comes my way, I could watch women fight over me, obviously, I could wait for the winner to emerge, and that's the prize.

Sex was a game, and I was the coach.

I didn't know that years later, I would find my match, and for the first time in history, get a checkmate.