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They stood up from the lawn and dusted any dirt or grass that might have been stuck on their clothes. Before stepping out, Kanyoni tasted Rose’s lips, his hands on her ample butt. It went on for a while before he broke it off as he could feel his tool rising like a sphinx plus being hard by the second.

If he could have continued any longer, Rose’s legs would have turned into jelly. Desire would have ranged through them so ferociously, they would have f****d on the lawn like animals till the first rays of dawn would have kissed mother Earth’s belly. They stepped out of the compound smiling mischievously. They sure looked like a couple of naughty kids. Funny enough, the moment they stepped out of the compound, it stopped being chilly and the night air returned to being as warm and inviting as a cup of hot cocoa during winter.

Rose tugged Kanyoni’s hand and asked

“Isn’t it odd that? ”

“with the development going on around this area, ”

“no developer would even dare to touch this property..?”

Upon reaching home, they had one steamy round of s*x, then a shower, retiring to bed afterward to catch some sleep. They both had early mornings the following day.

I bet you have ever seen this in the movies. The dining table is laden with a feast, all sorts of delicacies you may imagine. Afterward, you are shown the members of the household grabbing a cookie, scorn, or some toast, then rushing out in a hurry? The food stays there the whole day and we are never shown what happens to the food.

A total fantasy that one.

Back to the story. For the two there was no breakfast preparation. Just freshening up, grabbing a bottle of water, and each rushing to the business of the day. You might be tempted to conclude that they had the contemporary nine to five jobs. That’s where I come in to give a point of correction.

Both of them were professional freelancers. Kanyoni was in the creative space while Rose was in the realm of public relations. Being both beasts in their fields, Kanyoni’s work was adapted into movies that held the world’s attention not only once but many times.

His woman, Rose, on the other hand, was not only cleaning reputations for her clients in entertainment and sports, but also enhancing their public image.

The two have done crazy s**t over the years. From orgies, to trying out various drugs, to having various vacation tours, to experimenting with various cuisines, you name it, and they have done it. Some messed-up stuff started happening. Kanyoni was writing some quality piece then all of a sudden he started to gasp for air, shocked by his saliva. He recovered moments later, terribly shaken.

Rose was rushing to see a female client clean up against her image. A video of the female client had been uploaded on the internet of her snorting cocaine out of a male w***e’s ass. The media was all over having a field day with the story, memes were being shared left, right and center. At that particular moment, it was at the top, trending at number one.

Rose was heading over to the client to ascertain the situation and know where to proceed with damage control when boom!!!

Out of the blue, a truck rammed into her from the passenger’s side, causing the vehicle to spin 180°, the car to come to a screeching halt that left tire marks on the tarmac.

Momentarily, time seemed to come to a standstill as she heard the sirens from afar getting louder by the minute. She could hear a bit of murmuring, it seemed a crowd had already started to gather on the scene. Despite the nature of the accident, it was by mere luck, that Rose had emerged from the accident with minor injuries.

Medical personnel swiftly arrived on the scene, pulling the driver of the truck out of the wreckage. The driver of the truck wasn’t as lucky as her if it was not for the seatbelt and airbag, his destination would have been to the morgue, not the E.R. As one ambulance rushed the driver of the truck to the hospital, the other was left with medical personnel who were attending to her injuries. As she looked around she noticed blood and broken glass on the tarmac and there was no denying the smell of burning rubber. She then notified her insurance, arranged for her car to be towed to their mechanic to be fixed, then she hailed a cab as she proceeded to see her client.

The client, Shebby, texted her;

“When you arrive, ”

“Please use the back door and knock five times.”

“Paparazzi are all over ”

“trying to get the scoop plus taking pictures.”

She was dropped a bit far by the taxi, managing to speak to the back without being seen and doing exactly what her client had requested. Shebby quickly closed the door as soon as Rose came in. Shebby was a mess, her hair disheveled and her house looked like a hurricane had passed right through.

She was in a bathrobe, with nothing on under. It sure looked like she was just in the house nude before Rose came over. The degree of calmness Rose portrayed was scary. All she wanted to do was slap her so hard her brain would shift and scream at her like..,

“What the f**k Shebby were you thinking..?!”

She didn’t because she was a professional and this was not the first time she had dealt with something like that. So she poured herself two glasses of juice, handed Shebby a glass and told her

“explain..”

“How..?,”

“did all this all come about..? ”

Shebby got down to explaining the whole incident. She started by saying how it all started.

“The previous night was a girl’s night.”

“It had started slowly, with a bit of game like never have I ever the likes. It went on for a while until it got boring so we decided to turn it up a notch, and decided to hire a couple of male strippers to come to entertain us.”

“We decided to go full-on slutty yesterday, you know.”

She paused for a minute or two then continued.

“The male strippers did their best, because, by the time they left, our p*****s throbbed, craving for a f**k. That’s when one of the gals suggested we should call some male w****s to come and f**k us good.”

“The suggestion was met with a loud cheer from everyone.”