Chapter 33

JOURNAL OF A LAGOS PLAYBOY (33)

I got my three days leave approved later in the evening, thanks to Nike's persistence and influence. She made it known that I owed her and she was going to collect, seeing that it was a weekend. I was so glad that I didn't mind. I decided to give her a treat by taking her to the cinema to see a movie on saturday but she wanted my friday as well. Malik was so jealous that he made no attempt to hide it. He even went as far as passing a snide comment about banging management to curry special favours. He could be such a douchebag at times.

Nike and I left the office separately some few minutes after 8pm after we agreed that I'd leave my car behind. I left first and went to a bar close by so she could meet me up there as my boss was still very much around. She met me up a "bottle of red wine" later. She insisted we head over to her place in Lekki which was not too far from where the office was and movement was against traffic. She wanted to freshen up for the evening. Luckily, I always had a spare change of clothes in my car so I agreed it was a good idea. I strolled back to the office garage and retrieved a small duffel bag I always kept for such emergencies and she picked me up outside the gate.

I knew where her place was as I had driven her there before but I had never gone inside. I didn't want to but now that we did, I was impressed. She stayed in one of those expensive gated estates that had massive security protocols. She got me through the first without so much as a question from the heavily muscled, mean-looking guards that would have intimidated me any day. In fact, they were so deferential to her that I even detected a little awe in their faces when they looked at me. She was indeed the iron lady.

She drove into a brilliantly lighted mini-city with trees decorating the streets. This was one of the things that constantly surprises me about Lagos. I know what the state is capable of but it still surprised me a lot when I came to such places. The first thought that crossed my head was that this was an ideal place to raise a family. I wondered how much it would cost to own a house here. I needed to up my game!

"We are here." Nike said cheerily jolting me back to the present. She had just driven into a flowered compound that held two parking spaces. Her new SUV, a BMW X6 was still under the tarpaulin. She had told me about it when she returned from Kenya but had never used it. The Toyota Camry went to the empty space.

"Nice place to live, this estate." I said with admiration.

"You like it?" She asked smiling.

"I do. Very much." Stepping out of the car, the air smelled different. It was scented with the pleasant aroma of all sorts of wide flowers. Very unlike the densely polluted Lagos air I was so used to.

"I hear one of the houses here will be coming up for sale real soon." She said as she searched her bag for her keys.

"Really? Any idea how much?" I asked.

"I'll find out. You want to buy?" She asked quite surprised.

"Wouldn't mind if I could. " I replied.

"Just want to have an idea of how much it. Some of my friends may be interested as well."

She opened her doors and led the way to a tastefully furnished apartment that any man worth his style would be proud of. From her exquisite leather seats, thick rug, pink-flowered curtains that matched the sparkling chandelier that hung on the ceiling, larva lamp, aquarium, ceramic urns to her monster HD TV screen.

"So what can I offer you? I remember you have an affinity for Jack." She said, smiling coyly referring to last encounter.

"Jack is good." I said smiling back, knowing at that point that we wouldn't be going out anytime soon. She brought out a fresh bottle and handed it to me to break the seal. When I had done that, I poured a shot inside the two glasses she set before me. She swallowed hers in a gulp and made a funny sound that made me laugh.

"I felt that! Now I know why you take it straight." She exclaimed laughing.

"Its not the best every time though. Especially if you're having more than a couple of shots." I said, sipping on mine. There was a curious gaze on her face as she observed me.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked, mildly surprised.

"Nothing. I'm just glad you came with me. I had the idea that you never wanted to visit me here, especially as you made clear that you didn't want me to visit." She said.

"Well, you know why."

"Yeah. Your girl…or is it girls?" She winked mischievously.

"Whatever." I said laughing. I finished my drink.

"Let me show you around." She said

sweetly. She could tell by this time that I liked what I saw.

"Ok." I said, shrugging. She took my hand and led me to the kitchen. You know those kitchens you see on MTV Cribs? Hers was straight out of it. A well-stocked double fridge attached to the wall, cabinets of polished hard wood, sparkling utensils that seem to never have been used, marble floors and walls…it was all too much. What young, hustling man wouldn't feel intimidated by all this. My respect for her skyrocketed.

"So what do you think?" She asked.

"What do I think? I'm amazed…overwhelmed. You've got mad style and you certainly know how to live it up." I said sincerely.

She smiled shyly looking very pleased. "I don't get to cook much though. I wish I had the time…or someone to cook for." Her voice dropped as her face did.

A strong wave of emotions gripped me. It was a mixture of pity and sadness at how empty and lonely her life must be. She was an independent woman; strong and successful on the outside but yearning for something deep and passionate behind her shell of corporate success.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her. Her response was instantaneous; it was like she expected my reaction to her words. Her tongue was on fire as she took over the initiative and stung my lips with hot kisses, violently probing my mouth and sucking at my tongue, leaving me breathless. As I held on to her back, she acrobatically jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist with automatic precision. I held on to her while kissing her lips, her neck line, nibbling her ear lobes, kissing the fleshy part of her chest while she moaned.

As things fired up, she tore at my shirt ripping off two buttons in the heat of the moment. The light sounds of the buttons as they bounced on the marble floor made me realise how quiet the house was. The rest of my clothing came off with ease as I struggled with hers. I was stark naked with my cock hard and throbbing while I struggled to get her off hers. She laughed at my urgency and assisted me in undressing her as bare as I was. Our hurriedly dispatched clothes was a blight on the tidy kitchen.

I ravished her breasts with my mouth as she somehow continued to stroke my hardness, making me lose my mind. I lifted her to the polished wood and when I entered her, she was well lubricated and shuddered with delight as the whole of me slid into her with minimal interference. As our synchronized movements became feverish and more animalistic, I felt the pressure build and withdrew immediately, eager to deliver a sterling performance on away ground.

I lifted her from the table and told her to point the way to her bedroom. She giggled and showed the way. We both knew that this was our destination all along…