The world seemed to tilt. Esan sat up quickly, running his hand over his face. “No. No, Joyce, you can’t be serious.”
“I am,” she whispered. “A couple of days, that’s all I’ve got, it’s an immediate transfer.”
Esan’s hands curled into fists. Pain stabbed at his chest, not just anger but helplessness. His guts told him it was Ann’s doing. She had already poisoned his days, made every hour at the office a minefield of tension. Now she wanted to strip away the only solace he had, the one person who made the misery bearable.
He turned to Joyce and grabbed her hand. “Ann has gone too far. I really need to do something about her. She knows what she’s doing… she’s taking you from me.”
Joyce shook her head weakly, tears brimming. “You can’t fight her, Esan… besides the transfer came with a promotion… it’s still a blessing.” She managed to force a smile.
Esan’s eyes darkened. “I need to find a way around Ann. I’ll confront her myself. She can’t destroy me unless I let her.”
Joyce leaned into him, resting her forehead against his shoulder, her silence louder than words. She didn’t believe Ann could be stopped. “You need to do something, Esan. She can set you up and give the board reasons to kick you out of here”
Esan’s stomach turned. She was right, he knew Ann wouldn’t stop at taking Joyce far away, she would look for other ways to get him out too.
Joyce’s voice cut through his thoughts, “What did you do to her?”
This was the first time Joyce had asked him since that first day she had asked him in the office, and this time, he knew he had to tell her everything since she had been affected by his rift with Ann. He had to tell her; there was no need to hide it, after all, she would leave the office in a few days.
Esan told Joyce everything, from Joe’s arrangement to Ann’s tantrum, down to how he had escaped that morning.
Joyce burst into laughter when he finished; her laugh unsettled him. “Guy, so this is what this is all about?” she asked amidst laughter “Go and fuck her again and pay her better this time…. that’s the simple solution”
Esan looked at her, eyes widened, he was staring at a different version of Joyce, and he had never expected that from her.
He had just told her a top secret that had been heavy on his mind since he started work at the firm a few months ago, and all she could do was laugh and tell him to sleep with his archenemy
“Are you even thinking at all?” Esan said furiously, now he couldn’t hide the irritation and anger boiling inside of him.
But Joyce was not bothered; after all, she had received her own share of their dispute, a transfer to another branch, far away.
That was when she told Esan that she had known Ann a long time ago and that both of them had been on the street together before, and that she stopped prostitution after she met her husband.
Joyce told him Ann claimed to have stopped too, but she didn’t know she was still very much in the act until recently. She told him Ann wasn’t pained about what he did to her, that they saw worse in the street.
“You didn’t do her anything… I can bet Ann has seen far worse situations, Esan,” Joyce said “She’s just scared you will expose her, she’s not comfortable working with her former customer in the same office space, especially now that she’s your superior”, Joyce explained.
Esan didn’t know he was nodding, but yes, he was; he knew there was more to it, he had heard stories of prostitutes who get scammed by their clients, and had always wondered why his own case with Ann was different. He knew it was about her post in the office and her personal insecurities.
“As soon as I leave, Esan, you should make peace with her differently; you need to get to that barman that got her for you that day, find out if she’s still in the street, then you reach her through him”, Joyce said
“Fuck her again very well, pay her well and turn her to your office pussy.”
Fuck Ann again! How was he supposed to fuck someone who wouldn’t even respond to his greetings? It sounded like the most impossible thing to do; it sounded so impossible that Esan didn’t even dream of considering it as they left the store that evening.
It had been two weeks since Ann successfully orchestrated Joyce’s transfer.
She unleashed hell upon Esan as soon as Joyce left. Ann sent several reports to the board against him, even though her reports weren’t looked into, she kept sending them. In the office, she made sure everything she did was to frustrate Esan.
She was never satisfied with anything he did, no matter how hard he tried. The new accountant worked with her, and this time and every month, Esan’s salary came last.
Esan hadn’t stepped inside a church for months, maybe years. But the situation in the office had forced him to a Pentecostal fellowship in his area.
Esan walked into the church that evening and slipped into the back row, trying to look invisible, but already he could feel eyes flicking toward him from neighbours who hadn’t seen him in church since forever; they looked, they were surprised.
Then his gaze landed on her, Bene. His chest tightened. She stood at the front, her hands clasped before her, her eyes closed in prayer. Esan hesitated, his heart racing as he took in the sight of her.
The last time Esan had seen her, she was all loud laughter, heavy perfume, with her kind of hips that made men lose sleep.
Back then, she had leaned on him at the neighbourhood bar one night, whispering promises that she would fuck him soon. Just when she was about to fulfil that promise, Bene vanished from the scene, rumour saying she’d “given her life to Christ” because of a near-death experience.
But tonight, Lord! She looked more dangerous than ever. Her dress was modest, sure, but modesty had no power over the body it tried to conceal. Her hips had grown even fuller, the kind of curves that a fabric couldn’t hide.
Her breasts pushed gently against the front of her blouse, round and alive, and the sway of her bottom as she walked up to the altar could silence the choir.
After service, Esan caught up with her at the church gate. “Bene,” he greeted, putting on a respectful smile.
She turned. Her eyes were so calm, so different from the wild sparkle he once knew rested on him. “Brother Esan,” she said softly, almost like she’d been expecting him. “It’s been a while.”
They exchanged pleasantries. Her voice was composed, her words careful, but her smile carried warmth, his gaze flicking to her lips, the curve of her neck. He nodded, though his thoughts were tangled.
She was glowing, radiant in this new calmness.
Since they lived on the same street, they decided to walk home together. The night air was cool, laced with the smell of rain-soaked dust. They strolled side by side, her footsteps graceful, nothing like the wild club girl Esan remembered.
Somewhere between the church gate and their street, she began to speak. “You know, I almost died a few months ago,” she said quietly.
Esan glanced at her. “What happened?” pretending like he hadn’t heard the story.
Bene’s voice was steady as she recounted her near-death experience, her eyes gleaming with conviction as she told him about the cult clash that had occurred at a nightclub a few months ago, a bloody fracas that claimed the lives of five people.
Bene swore she saw herself drifting away from her body after she was shot and was lying in a pool of her own blood. She recounted how she had woken up in the hospital after a major surgery was carried out to remove the bullet from her abdomen.
“That was when I knew I needed to change,” she finished, her voice trembling slightly. “To live differently and to live for God.”
Esan listened intently, yet his mind kept drifting back to her curves, the way her breasts shifted when she gesticulated with her hands.
They reached his house first. Bene paused, smiling. “Your house is here? I should keep going.”
“Let me walk you down,” Esan offered since her number was still down the street.
Bene tilted her head, a teasing glint flashing in her eyes for the first time that night. “Ah-ah, Esan, so you don’t want to invite me to your house?”
He froze for a moment. Then he laughed, scratching his head.
“No o, that’s not what I mean, Oya, come,” he said, opening the brown iron gate and leading her into the compound.
Inside his small apartment, Esan poured juice into mismatched cups and handed her a pack of biscuits. Bene took them, laughing softly at his “bachelor-style hospitality.” Soon enough, she got comfortable—too comfortable.
When Esan stepped out of the room, Bene pulled herself out of her jacket, looking around the room for somewhere to put it until finally she reached up on her tippy toes to hang it in place.
“Oh,” he said. His arms caught her just in time to stop her from taking a tumble as she lost her balance. His strong, thick and solid arms.
Bene allowed herself to lean against him; she didn’t know when he walked in.
She laughed and sighed in the same breath. Jesus! She hadn’t noticed that when they’d spoken before. And as she stepped away from him, she got a good look at him. Expansive chest, girthy neck, stocky shoulders and forearms like those of a man who worked with his hands all day long.
She swallowed down a moan; she didn’t want to admit it, but this was why she had promised to fuck him about a year ago.
Instead of perching on the chair, she lay back on his bed, stretching with a lazy sigh.
Esan sat stiffly on the edge of the chair, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes kept betraying him, the atmosphere tense with unspoken desire.
His gaze lingered on her, taking in the way her clothes clung to her curves, the swell of her breasts as she shifted, the bounce of her round, juicy ass when she adjusted her position.
Her thick thighs gleamed faintly under the room’s dim bulb. His heart raced, his body aching with want, but he forced himself to remain calm, to keep his desires in check.
As she stood to leave, Esan’s throat went dry. His mind raced, his heart pounding. He wanted to tell her not to leave. He wanted her there, in his arms, in his bed—but how could he say it? As he gathered the courage to speak.
“Stay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bene hesitated, her lips parting as if to refuse. Esan pulled her into his arms, his hands trembling as he kissed her, his desire overwhelming. She melted against him, her hands clutching at his shirt as she returned his kiss with equal fervour.
Soon they stumbled back on the bed, Esan worshipped her body, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her soft, supple flesh.
“Esan… please…” she panted, her voice thick.”We can’t.” Bene said, without removing his hand.
“Why not?” His dark eyes penetrated her deeply. Esan felt his hot breath against the back of her neck as he leaned in closer, gently kissing her behind her ear. Bene tried to form a reply as he continued grazing her neck with soft kisses,
“Well, it’s not biblical, and I have left this life…” she countered, tilting her head involuntarily as he moved further down her neck.
His hand brushed against the underside of her firm right breast. “Really”
She didn’t want to make things awkward in the future, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny the heat building inside of her at his touch. She clenched her warm, supple thighs to ease the ache of desire between her legs.
The cold air from the fan in the room caused her nipples to tighten to turgid little buds on the tips of her breasts.
He was leaning over her side now, his breath brushing her cheek as he kissed the side of her mouth. “Come on.” He breathed, kissing her again. Bene turned her head a little towards him, so his next kiss landed on her lips.
She melted a little at the soft moan he let out as their lips touched. She bit her lips as she stared at him, fumbling for the edge of her bra under her breasts. She could feel her hungry pussy getting wet, aching to be stuffed with cock.
“Yeah, but…”Bene gasped as Esan ran his hand slowly from her breast down to her thigh.
Esan’s pace quickened. He felt a familiar ache in his groin as he hardened. He reached down between her legs, rolling her skirt up to her hips slowly.
Bene let out a quiet moan as she wriggled under his hand. He slipped into her skirt with his middle finger and ran it between her legs, groaning when he felt how wet she was already waiting for him. Tosin’s fingers moved faster.
Esan kissed her down, down, down over her stomach, then just above her twat concealed beneath her blue panties, he reached his hands under the band of her underwear and briskly pulled it off of her sweat scented skin down her legs and off.
Surprisingly, he is greeted by the sight of her pink pussy lips. Bene giggled as her skirt and panties came off, and her legs shook.
“Wow”, Esan sighed as he slid his head between her legs.
He begins to gently kiss around her pussy lips in a teasing form, and even runs his tongue around. Joyce jiggled her hips at his movements.
He moved over to her clit and shoved his fingers inside her slit as he felt the small bulb on the tip of his tongue. She’s already wet with her walls and pussy completely soaked.
His tongue flickered against Bene’s clit. Her moans grew louder, her body tensing. Esan could feel her getting closer to the edge.
“Sweet Jesus,” Bene whispered, her body bucking against Esan’s face.
Esan’s fingers moved faster, his tongue flicking against Bene’s clit. Her body tensed, her moans turning into screams as she came. Esan continued to lick and finger her, riding out her orgasm.
Once Bene’s body stopped trembling, Esan pulled away, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. Bene looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face.
Written by Tito
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