Chapter 32
"You really made my weekend" uttered Anable as the Nigerian dealer verified the stacks of money that she had already machine-checked.
"It's just a drop in an ocean of what you would get if you get premium rated" he insinuated bigger and better things to come as he held him by his shoulder seductively.
She knew very well that she would have to be cautious lest Trey ends up throwing her stuff at the door but she could not help thanking him for making her a millionaire. As much as she wanted money by hook and crook, she had never shown anyone other than Trey and Sam her weaker side openly. He then envied his lifestyle of cash and sex such that she ended up telling him that she was ready for anything as long as there was cash involved.
"As long as they continue availing millions, I wouldn't mind hanging my legs up for giant cock to rapture my pussy" she said as she looked him in the eye.
"In that case, our future as business partners is bright" he uttered before bidding her farewell.
He made it clear from the get-go that all he wanted was something that involved money. He then admitted that he was not at all driven by either lust or love but cash. The manner in which he coldly responded to her seductive insinuation spoke volumes of his indifference as regards freefall intimacy.
She was to meet up with one of her old clients who wanted a staggering 3 million bucks in exchange for his US dollars. She knew that he had once fucked her for next to nothing owing to his imposing charm and charisma and she feared for a recurrence. She then felt bigger and more expensive to yield to petty deals.
"He ain't gonna make me fall for his sexy body this time around. Yes! it's strictly business" she went on a monologue as she locked her office to depart for that errand at a nearby lodge.
She veered her Land rover to the filter lane before dramatically turning to the left in the direction of the lodge. She had all written in bold that she was never going to play it cheap and she was determined to keep it that way. She then viewed their one and only sexual encounter as a fluke for she then felt no attachment to it other than the money. With Trey having informed her that she could only be available later in the day, she had relished his state of being busy making her million-dollar contraband a subject purely devoid of any faint trace of suspicion. As she got out of her car, her heart sank scaringly but also instantly felt relieved upon realizing that the person whom she had seen as Trey was just another lookalike stranger.
"I'm gonna get caught one of these days" she went on a monologue of self-caution.
Talk of Trey, the youthful billionaire had long departed the house of his father's concubine. Like on any given day, he had cocaine deliveries to make to his clients who preferred in small doses for the sake of ensuring that they would not be caught in possession of the illicit substances in huge quantities. With his runners as effective as the best would come, he had the luxury to hang at one of his many dispatch points on the phone waiting for the next errand. At that particular juncture, he was busy chatting with Brenda whom she had not only given high hopes of a better life but also drove wild with the magic of his long dick and magical lips and tongue. She could not wait to be in a space where she could wake up on her own accord without having to worry about the wrath of unpunctuality and insubordination.
"I will sort that out at the end of the month, you gotta give her a notice right away," he said as they conversed over the phone.
"I am here because I had no other choice but I really need something like my own space for real. I don't know how I will thank you for that, but at least I gave offered my pussy to you with all my heart, isn't it?" she said as he checked the movement by the gate of the private house in which he kept some of his illicit merchandise.
"What you doin' right now?" he inquired curiously.
"Tiding the crib" she responded with a low tone.
"Don't worry, we got just a few days before you get to do that for your own sake in your own crib" he reassured her of the better and happier days to come.
"My pussy is itchy; it needs you to scratch it with that long cock" she indulgently uttered.
"Don't worry baby, will come there in a couple of hours, that is more or less like my own home, your boss ain't got much to say to me, we get along very well" he promised her a fuck.
She normally finished most of her household chores before lunch and that usually enabled her to take to her own cottage and only return to prepare dinner unless she would be having some ironing to do which happened in trickles because her boss preferred taking her dirty laundry to the dry cleaners. As they chatted the colored girl who she had also fucked hard the previous day messaged to inform him that she missed his cock and was ready to have it in her sweet clean-shaven pussy at any time. He had also promised to her out of the brothel but the sudden coming of a competitor of Brenda's calibre meant that she had to up her game to reach those highly rated sexual parameters.
"I was never going to give to give to you for free, I'm not a sex donor" she jested as she put on her lacey pant.
"I would have wanted another round but I understand that you are swamped" he concealed his stinginess behind her tight schedule.
"Give me a 10-grant top-up and have another bite of my vaginal cherry" she uttered as she threw her truant hand to his dick that stood firmly daring as if it had not been attended to.