Chapter 11
Anable squeezed in between the two vehicles as she impatiently tried to make it to the office before Trey who had just told him that someone was in need of a staggering figure of US dollars as a matter of urgency. The cropping up of such unseen windfall deals was not only resultant in their gratification but also the exercise of strict and tight protocols for any stone not to be left unturned. Having used most of the US dollars that he had at his disposal in a number of the clandestine deals involving his Indonesian connect, Trey needed to wait till he liquidates the valuable drugs he had procured from the former. With the promising buyer having flip-flopped at the very last minute, Trey had to use his money to help her pay for the diamond consignment whose supplier had kept his word and shown up on time.
Anable was feeling very exhausted having gone through a rigorous sexual session with the Nigerian dealer who, apart from accepting her astronomical fucking fee, also took the challenge to ride her hairy pussy vehemently. One became two, and three pushed to four as the West Afrikaner made sure that he got value for his money. She had never been in a sexual encounter with a man who made love round after round without losing his erection. Trey had never done that, so was Sam. She had had a torrid 3-hour intimate session that she ended up telling him that his money was not tallying with such enslaving and unrelenting intercourse. The monstrous size of his penis had not only made it an experience not to forget, not in the enjoyment context, of course, but in the excruciating one given none of the men who had pushed it between her appetizing thighs had such a thing in their pants. The only time that she had felt such pain was when Sam took her innocence via manipulation.
Having been home for a paltry 3 hours after the Nigerian blast, Anable felt so challenged to get up and drive for Centurion, but she had no choice when such business called. She also felt relieved that her repugnant mission which stretched till midnight thereabouts had escaped Trey's sensitive notice. If there was a thing that she never wanted to see happening then it was being caught red-handed or on the wrong side of his trust.
Trey could only satisfy customer needs at such early hours during such occasions and could not dilly dally. He was already at the office and had found one of their preferred security details manning the entrance of her centurion office building. As much as she had tried to shrug off the fatigue from the gruesome sexual act, she could not get over regretting it.
"My pussy looks raptured; Trey must not experience it this loose" she had gone on a monologue whilst treating her bruised womanhood with some salts soon after getting home from the lodge.
All of a sudden, her phone started ringing. She discovered it was Trey, but could not answer it as she needed to observe junction protocols first, let alone having been less than just 200 metres from her office at the time. She unleashed astonishing acceleration as she rode down the free lane. In no time her 4 x 4 was parked behind Trey's vehicle.
"I'm now at the basement of the building darling" he responded to Trey who had followed up his deliberately missed call with a WhatsApp message.
"You took forever Anable, time is money darling" he registered his concern given that it was half-past five, and the roads were not yet as busy as they are known to be. She could not utter a word but head straight to the safe.
"Sorry for making you drive at such an odd hour, but isn't this one of those exceptional business deals that we are never second thoughtful about Anable?" he accompanied his apology with a rhetoric inquiry.
"I know darling, ain't complaining at all" she broke her silence with a pretentious tone of innocence.
The two unfaithful and meticulous lovers who had both spent part of their night in moral decadence machine counted the gigantic sum of 30 million rands into a black bag before settling for a juicy kiss.
"It's like it's been a year Anable," he said with flattering affection.
"I missed you too Trey" she responded with a tone of elusive deceit.
"Will make it up to you tonight my love, let me handle my tight errands first" he responded with some assurance.
He cruised off the scene whilst she was still chatting with the other security detail who had just taken over from his colleague. Trey had told her that there was no need for her to bother about returning to the office given the windfall deal
."You've just made the profit you often record in 3 days in just an hour my love" he had said as they descended the stairs.
She might have succeeded in casting a pretentious shadow as a smokescreen to her cheating, which had not only seen the loaded Nigerian getting between her legs but also former secret boyfriend Sam rewriting history. What was boggling her mind was how she was unable to control such repugnant calls given that there was someone who was down for her with all he could possibly throw.
"If Trey ever uncovers my sexual scam, he will blow my ass off" she had gone on a monologue as she drove back home.
"I need to pass by the 24-hour operating pharmacy by Uptown Mall so that I grab something for my pussy before" she went on a soliloquy.
The thought of Trey experiencing that something unusual and discouraging had taken place visited her prompting her to make a U-turn to head to that port of call right away. As much as it is true that women's sexual organs are elastic, it is also true that they cannot be as they were in a flash after such monstrous cock dispositioning unless something extraordinary is done to them. Anable had heard through women's conversations that there are traditional herbs that women use after delivering babies but was not sure of their impact. What she needed was something that would engender an immediate vaginal effect and it had to be procured without any further delay. She knew that Trey always complimented her tight pussy hence the pressure for an overnight remedy so that he could not get suspicious and probably withdraw all that praise or experience the worst-case scenario where he could dump her. To avert all these prospective adversities, there was a need for such panic intervention.