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I was exhausted after attending to all the pending issues. I came back into the server room exhausted. I relaxed on the swivel
chair, turning left and right and enjoying the cool air conditioning. Just then the intercom rang again. I let it ring .

I refused to pick. It rang several times. The ringing sound became unbearably annoying. I decided to answer the caller.

“Hello this is IT” I said without any feeling.

“Hi Kevin. I have been calling for over 10 minutes. Why didn’t
you pick up?” a female voice said.

I tried to register the voice. After about 3 seconds, it clicked. It was the receptionist. What did she want again? I was not in the
mood for her wahala o.

“Sorry ma. I was not in the server room when you called. Please what can I help you with?” I asked
“Please stop calling me ma. My name is Cynthia. I just wanted to thank you for the shrimps. They really tasted good. Where did
you get them from?” she said
“La Saison ma. Sorry Cynthia.” I said.
“Hmmm. I think I need to try them out. I did not know you were a corper o. You look good in your corper uniform. Your babe must
be lucky.” She said.

“Thanks a lot. You don’t look bad yourself.”
I said.

We spoke for over 20 minutes and we built a rapport. She gave me her number and I promised to call her. I completely forgot
about calling her. I got home and just dozed off. Her call woke me at about 8pm. She lashed at me asking why I did not call her as I promised.

I told her I was very tired and had been sleeping since. She told me to call her at midnight.

In the space of 24 hours, we had gotten unusually close. I knew almost everything about her. She was pouring out to me like a
fountain. I knew she liked me but I did not want to do anything silly to blow things. I wanted to f.uck her. Most especially when she told me she had not had se.x in 3 months after her boyfriend
traveled out of the country, but that she has a vib.rator. She came to the server room and kept me company on Friday.

When it was time to go home, she asked me
“Khels, what are you doing tonight? You know it’s Friday right?”
“Yes o. I am doing a lot of things dearie. Sleep, sleep and more sleep. Abeg I am tired. Besides I have a very big Soccer match to play tomorrow and I need all the rest I can get.” I replied.

We said our goodbyes and called it a day. I got home, showered, had lunch and played my PS2 game. At about 7pm I got a text.

“I am home alone and bored. Can you come around, just to keep me company? Please.
Reply me. Thanks”
It was Cynthia
I was surprised. I looked at the text message again, re-reading it. I did not even expect that I would have my way with Cynthia so soon. I had fantasized about her, fuc.king her, having those
round s*xy** lips on my hard d1ck. I fantasized about the way she would m0an, and her large nippl,es in my mouth. One part of me
wanted to turn down her request feeling that it was some kind of
charade. A greater part of me kept urging me on, telling me it is
an opportunity I would not want to miss. I went back to my PS 2
game.

15 minutes later I picked up my phone and sent her a reply,
“Hey. I just got your text. Send your address to me. I may not
stay long sha o.”

About an hour later, I was in Cynthia’s house.

She stayed in an estate in surulere, a nice and simple 2-bedroom apartment. She had a large plasma on the wall facing the exquisite chairs that were in the living room. I was greeted by the aroma of good food as I entered the house.

She looked s*xy**. Rough in a very
attractive way. Her hair was disheveled and her shirt was rolled up at both arms, with the first two buttons off. She wore a red bum short, exposing the full length of her fresh, light skinned legs.

I almost grabbed her. We said our pleasantries and hugged briefly. I helped myself with some groundnuts as I watched Trace
while she went into the kitchen to finish up the “afang” soup she
was making.

We ate and talked about almost everything. She was fun to be with. I loved the fact that she was crazy about football and was also a Manchester United fan. She analyzed matches and
opponents and even argued better than many of my male friends.

At about 10pm, I told her I was ready to leave.

The look on her eyes could make the devil born again. She begged me to stay a
little while. I told I her I could not because my estate gate would be locked at 12 and the more I stayed, the lesser the chances of
getting home before then.

Reluctantly, she walked me to the door. As she opened the door,
I stepped out. Then she called my name.

I turned my head.

The next words she uttered broke the camel’s back.

“Kevin, I don’t want you to go. I want you to spend the night here. I want you.”

There was silence. I looked into her eyes.

Watching her facial muscles, trying to decipher intent. At the same time, I was calculating how I was going to wake up early, and leave for my
football match. I knew sleeping over would mean bleeping Cynthia. I wanted that. But, I was the captain of my team.

I had to deliver the next day. I made up my mind. I decided to be naughty.

I walked two steps back to her and asked, making my voice as husky and tempting as I could,
“”Baby, that is not a problem. However, what’s in it for me?”

I made sure my eyeballs were concentrated on her b0s0ms as I finished my statement. I looked at her waiting for my reply.

She was quiet. I could hear her breathing, tense. We were still at the door.

I moved closer to her, there was barely any space between us now. I put my hand on the door frame, inches away from her
face. I bent to her ears and whispered making sure my lips touched her ears as I spoke:

“What’s in it for me?”

I dragged the ‘me’ for about 3 seconds.

I faced her. She was biting her lower lip. Her eyes filled with lust. Her n.ipples erect
under her shirt. She was waiting for me to make a move. Deep inside me, I knew I was bleeping her that night. But I was not
gonna make it easy for her. I knew she wanted me. That was my mastercard.

I turned and made to leave. She held my jeans around my waist and yanked me towards her.

She began to kiss me, her hands going everywhere on my body. My chest, my Bottom, my face,
my head. I responded, sU-Cking her lower lip and squeezing her soft b0s0ms. I closed the door with my leg, still locked in deep kiss with Cynthia. We kissed ourselves to the chair, as we freed pent up desires inside us. I kissed her ears, her eyes, her nose,
her cheeks. She held on to me very tight and said,
“Take me inside Kev.”

I obliged her.