Chapter 12
As she drove home at night from her Centurion office, Anable discovered that there had been a missed call and it had been from the newly met Nigerian forex trader come big-buck fucker. She could not believe how close a call it had been with the very same Nigerian one-night stander that other day. With Trey having not discovered anything owing to his money-mongering encapsulation, let alone her blinding trickery embedded in robust romance and sweet mongering, the billionaire busy bee had money more on his mind than the pussy to get to feel the difference as he fucked his babe. Above all, she had used vaginal salts to mask it all. With the departed Asian partner in crime having brought good business and coming back again for more, he felt that the sky was the limit. It had been a long time since he gave his lover a real good fuck and that night was bound to be the night.
As much as she played him with other men secretly, she made it clear to them that he came first. The time had struck 7 bells, and that being a Friday, she felt the need to set up a romantic tone for what she envisaged to be a night of memorable romance with his billionaire lover. It had been a while since they had a balcony braai and she thought of that as she put all the ducks in a row. With some inviting "Burn it Up" Robert Kelly sounds playing in the background, there could not have been a better way of getting the party for two started. As she listened to the absorbing Friday sounds whilst sitting down on Jack Daniels on rocks, she could not believe her life had regained the traction it had before her parents sadly passed on, let alone appreciate the prospects of growth that had already taken off. As she pondered over such sweet phenomena. Her phone rang and it was none other than the Nigerian who raptured her pussy the other day.
"What can I do for you dear" he confidently and fearlessly answered.
Their Charmers court balcony was positioned conveniently for her to spot the entrance of every vehicle. That being the case, there was no faint degree of discomfiture to inhibit her from indulgently going about a conversation with someone whose talk would indulgently get dirty. Be that as it may, Trey tolerated any business call at any time of the day but it had to be strictly along that line.
"Should we meet tomorrow at 8 am? I need to liquidate 70k dollars into Rands" he said.
"Where are you right now," she asked interestedly.
"At my Midrand apartment, I thought you said you don't do deals at such a time" he responded.
"Mind you there are always exceptions for windfalls, but anyway, I ain't got enough rands on me unless my dude got something" she continued.
"Ain't in a hurry, let's just schedule it for tomorrow since there is more to it just like the other time" he uttered with an indicator of what got her curious.
"Don't tell me you wanna rapture my pussy again, man!" she jested as she hoisted her sexy voice.
"I enjoyed it and wanna hit it again under serious videography, I'll pay for it all," he said as she imagined the gruesome sexual onslaught the other day.
"Let's meet at my Centurion office, 8 bells sharp tomorrow morning then, but don't call me at such a time willy-nilly, I propose that you rather sms" she uttered before they exchange valedictions.
It was a cool Friday evening and taking some hot stuff was not only spot on but also a good way of setting the tone for a night of wild intimate adventure. She needed to be in a bestial mood so as to find an alibi that connects back to him ahead of the big cock fuck with the Nigerian the next day.
"If he complains of free-fall roving and loss of pussy grip, I'll simply blame it on what is supposed to happen tonight. Above all, the vaginal salts will come in handy"
As she pondered all these schemes, Trey was busy fucking a certain colored slut at Protea hotel. Having parted with big bucks for the clandestine operation, he wanted to make sure that no stone was left unturned. With their sensual session which he had to videotape before sending it to one of his Asian partners in crime having gone for an hour nonstop which played well to the requirements of the deal, he was definitely going to arrive in a sexy mood bowing to the libido pills that he used for his jealously guarded blue movie secrets. He preferred that colored kid who had a beautiful ass and big tits that were good for the camera. She smashed her gruesomely on the back of a pill-powered cock, little did he know that his girlfriend was getting a taste of the very sane medicine under his nose.
The time had struck 7.30 pm and there had not been any sign of his car turning into the enclosed court and she could not wait to patronize him with some frivolous passion.
"Where the hell is he now, there is no more traffic congestion, what could be holding up then?" she went on a monologue as she pressed the call button against one of his contact numbers.
It pissed her off that the phone rang without an answer. He was that kind of fellow who always blamed missed calls on being in a place where the conversation is a compromise or the loud volume of his car radio which all made it a true lie that she had come to adopt as her excuse should the same befell her.
"I'm sure he is on her way" she reassured herself as she went into the house to fetch the meat that needed to be put on the fire.
As she went about her fire catering, her phone rang and it was non-other than Trey$ himself.
"Where the hell are you honey" she answered the call ardently.
"On my way, will be there shortly sweetheart, I was busy with some serious errand, you how hectic my work can be" he came up with a sugar-coated true lie.
"I can't wait to be with you honey, miss you lots," she said before they exchanged mutual valedictions.
Frankly speaking, Anable loved Trey despite allowing her greed for money and consuming pussy to run against that. He was not the kind of man who pestered her just for the sake of masculinity and authority but that one who appreciated her with all the support he could render, let alone too busy with his own errands to poke his nose into her affairs. That being the case, she felt at home as her cohabitant.