I got to madam Angela's house; a magnificent duplex in the G.R.A. It was not the best in the area, but it did stood out. Its low fence allows for easy view of the house, its big black gate intimidates my eyes. I stood there, transfixed for some seconds, was having a second thought; do i really have to walk through the gate? Do i have to go in to Madam Angela? If i was to walk away from this temptation, it had to be now...once in, no going back.
I took a deep breath, made the worst decision of my life; i pushed open the black gate and walked in, greeted by the freshly cut lawn and beautiful flowers. You know, that part in the movie where a character closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, allowing the sweet scents of the flowers trail down his nostrils into his wind pipe; well, i did close my eyes, followed by that deep breath, but smelt nothing.
I wondered if she had no gateman, security...house maid, any one at all; because i walked in unquestioned, nobody in sight. I walked the metres towards the house, i heard sounds of door open and close; followed by footsteps. I looked up to see Madam Angela standing in front of the door in her pink, slightly see-through night gown. Her hardened nipples glaringly obvious through the nightie. What the hell was wrong with me? Why did i have to notice that? Okay, there is nothing wrong in noticing, but at least that should have come later.
"I did not think you would come..." she said with a big smile.
"No o! I come..." i stuttered.
"I mean, i am here" i quickly corrected.
"Come right in." She said still smiling, ignoring my 'nervous induced flaw'. She walked into the house swinging her behind, leaving the door wide open for me to help myself in.
Inside the house, the temperature was really down, i thought i was going to freeze; the air condition was not at all friendly with me, and yes, that was my first A.C experience. I walked down the corridor into the big sitting room, i honestly was taken by the look of the apartment; the leather chairs, electronics and electrical gadgets, plus the numerous paintings hanging on the wall; it could pass for a mini museum...at least to me. Madam Angela was on the couch, legs crossed, and remote control in hand. She turned the sound system on, low...sensualizing the atmosphere. Not again...my member could not just stay humble; i stood there confused, staring at her exposed thighs. Saliva collected in my mouth and i had to swallow, hard enough for it to be heard
"Come here." She said in a soft and sexy voice.
"...are you shy?"
I couldn't find my tongue, i shook my head.
"Then wake up, feel free. I will not bite" she persuaded.
Wow! Am finally here! Surely, no going back. I sure wasn't new to sex, but sex with a married woman is a whole lot different, and yes, there was nothing wrong in been nervous; sweaty palms, beads of sweat on my forehead and not forgetting, an almost painful erection. I was killing the fun, i had to quit been uptight. Like she said, i had to wake up.
"Wake up!" Came the voice again.
There was something different this time; she had her hand on one of my lap.
"Guy, wake up!"
And truely, there was something different, it was not just the hand shaking me to wake by the laps...the voice was a man's...Bobby's. Damn!!!
In split seconds, Bobby was on the ground, i was on him with my hands on his throat, choking the life out of this 'kill joy'. There was nothing else i could have done to make me feel better but strangle him to death.
"Hurrrh...ga..ga..guy..you are chok kkking me" Bobby cried out with difficulty.
Hell! What was i doing? I quickly let go of his tiny neck and fell back on the couch. I had slept off, all dressed up while waiting for the clock to strike ten so i could leave for Madam Angela's house.
Bobby got up, eyes red and hands on his almost broken neck; soaked in anger.
"Guy wetin dey do you? Which kain nonsense play be that?
i thought of possible explanation to give to him for my action, anything near reasonable enough to warrrant the almost successful strangulation. Nothing came to mind; i had to tell him everything...about earlier that morning and about now.
I honestly thought Bobby deserved a second strangulation after i made the dreams known to him. He laughed for twenty good minutes non-stop that i tried shooting fireballs at him through my eyes; that didn't work either.
"So, na this nonsense wey you dey dream since today? Na why you wan kill me? Because say i wake you up?..." Bobby said with deafening laughter. I hissed.
"...you no tell me na...i for no wake you up. Fool!" He mocked on. "your mates dem dey dream how to make money, na toto you dey dream since yesterday".
i knew i shouldn't have told him anything about my dreams, the idiot, he laughed all the way to the junction where we had to part ways, he, to the supermarket and i to Madam Angela's. As funny as it may sound, we wished each other goodluck before going our separate ways.
Two blocks away, stood Madam Angela's mansion or should i say, her husband's mansion? Well, either ways, it belongs to her still. The house did stand out, just like it was in the dream; but there was no low fence or freshly cut lawns; the lawn was someworth bushy and the flowers overgrown, haven't bin prunned in the last three weeks, so i guessed. How more unkept can the compound look? And i did let myself in through the gate. I wondered why a house this big and classy would have no security or even common gateman.
"I didn't think you would make it..." her voice startled me; i was carried away by the size and beauty of the house that i didn't see her walk out of the house, in a pink pajamas...not the sexy nightie i dreamt of.
"Am sorry, woke up a bit late." I lied. "Good morning" i added.
"Good morning dear..." came her reply.
"...come in." She added as she lead the way into the house.
I followed behind her into the house. The coldness greeted me as i stepped in; cozzy atmosphere. The slow music playing from the sound system was good enough to set in the mellow mood which did get me. Madam Angela picked up the remote control and turned the music off. What!! This was not what i dreamt of. Okay, maybe she had better plan.
"No need to delay, lets get to it..." she said.
That's more like it, "no need for delays". She did have better plan.
"Come in." She walked into one of the rooms and i followed her. That was no room; i mean, not the kind of room i was expecting. It had no bed or anything close to that. The room was filled with old stuffs, furnitures, boxes, all things crap. I looked on in dismay.
"I want you to help me clear the room of all this stuffs, take them outside. I need the room cleared." She said with a smiling face.
"I have had them in here for over a year, need them disposed. You can take whatever you need and throw the rest away."
Hell! I wasn't going to throw anything away...they were still in good shape; Bobby and i latr sold the ones we did not need. I worked for three hours non-stop, lifting and dropping. The room was super cold, i did not even break a sweat. For another three hours, i was mawing the lawns and then trimmed the flowers. It was nothing easy. When i was through, Madam Angela thought i did a great job, she gave me a cheque for the supposed house rent Bobby lied about.
"you have earned it. Thanks for your help. I wonder what i would have done about all these." Can i at least get a kiss? Maybe a peck?...no! I got none.
I walked home that evening; the money was good, but i thought she...you know, had something in mind...just like me. I was so dissapointed. So all those seductive smiles and winks meant nothing? I still couldn't believe i did not see her bra straps.
I got home and met Bobby lying in bed, nothing different in his attitude, not even a smirk to show something did go down with Aisha; he hissed continously, i was too tired to laugh, his day was worse than mine; nothing close to what he had expected. The cheque was our only consolation.
At about eight pm, as Bobby got dressed...
"Where you going?"
he looked at me with a plain face; still haven't let the event of the day go.
"Guy, you know how i don plan today? You know all the things wey i don plan say i go do with Aisha?..." Now he is lamenting.
"e no fit waste like that o, i dey go down street brothel o...i gats free wetin i don pack up o."
seconds later, i was outside, waiting for Bobby to be through dressing; i needed to free myself more, all thanks to Madam Angela's let down. If only i had at least succeeded in humping her in the dreams, i had two opportunities to do that; all thanks to Bobby, i missed them.
Yours truthfully, Baron Chidalu.
Chidera Reginald.
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