Boundless Lust

Chapter 4

'Kem Kem!' He stood up to welcome her. He wrapped himself around her. Kemi smelled the trademark cologne. She hoped to get some for herself.

'My Alhaji,Good Day.When did you arrive in Benin. Why did you just send for me today?' A barrage of questions she threw at him.

'I told you that work before pleasure. I had to put finishing touches to some business.' Some smiles danced mischievously on his lips.

'Business bawo? Am I not your business?' She said frowning.

'Kem Kem' What a beauty and a good toy too.

'I hope it's not what I am thinking. My rivals? Those Bini girls. Alhaji, I can kill person.'

'Women and jealousy!You worry too much. You are my South South belle. I should be worried about your lecturers. They just point and kill.' His laughter was loud and infectious. Kemi laughed too.

'Tonight will be special. How do you want it? We Bini girls can kill people o. I hope you're fortified.' Alhaji did nothing but fixed his gaze at those lumpy curves. It was difficult to say which tasted sweeter, the dancing breasts or the sweet-smelling c**t that he savoured the last time. Worry not, Alhaji, this is another match.

From the bar, they moved to the eatery. Kemi asked for an assortment of coconut rice, chicken,goat meat and fruit salad which she demolished in a twinkle of an eye. She enjoyed the food, but she needed a touch herself. Alhaji needed to put fire on her inside. As soon as she was done with her food, they sauntered to the elevator which took them to the fourteenth floor of the hotel. They began cuddling even as they floated in the lift to Suite 45.

Suite 45 was in the Presidential wing of the hotel. Politicians, business moguls, military chiefs and oil workers fraternized here. One could easily catch a governor or the tpresident unclad on this floor. Lucky university students who wanted easy money in exchange for their bodies would always be strolling in the hotel lobby. Only the very lucky ones got to the presidential suites. Some were so lucky that they remained abandoned by busy clients who would just transfer money to the hotel and reserve a suite that they would not visit for weeks. The mistresses stayed in the hotel even in the absence of their busy patrons.This is how state money was lavished.Sodom and Gomorrah might not have the reputation that this hotel wing had.

Alhaji unlocked his suitcase and brought out a wad of dollars, which she threw at his lady friend. 'This is for a request! Name your price. I want two-some.' There was deathly silence.

'How do you want it?'

'You,me and your trusted friend.' Alhaji bellowed.

'Let's start with ourselves. Then I can think well.' She was already hungry to be laid.

Alhaji helped her undress until she was pantless. He explored every nook and cranny of her voluptuous body. She didn't stop him. She was even more hungry for him. She thought she could quench his desire with passionate submission, but Alhaji wanted more. Alhaji was prepared for this night. He wanted his fantasy fulfilled. He knew only these teenagers could help him. With colorado and ethanol in his system, he was set to give new meanings to the sport called s*x.

Done, Kemi selected the most provocative of the clothes brought for her by Alhaji. She knew that there was nothing Alhaji would not give if only she was ready to do his bidding. She thought hard. Who could she invite? Somebody she could trust. Somebody who would readily agree. Her mind went to Ann, her buddy. Oh, she would not agree. That conservative! She loved to have her around because she would not compete with her. That had been the greatest strength of their friendship. Ann's only ambition was academic. She didn't know anything about her s****l life. Perhaps, she was a virgin! Maybe not. She had never asked her.

It would be good to have her on the same bed being made love to by the same man. That would be good. An innocent ,unexplored body and a veteran chanting simultaneously. That can make a headline. But how would she get Ann to Suite 45. That's herculean. What would I tell her? She had never followed me out. What if I call her? There's no harm in trying. Is she not a woman. Every woman has a price. For some, it is money; some it is fame;. It can be anything. What's Ann's price?

Kemi finished dressing after a hot and satisfying s*x. It was not yet midnight. Her phone was buzzing ceaselessly.'Ann!' What a concidence.

'Kem, what's up!'

'I'm feeling lonely here.' She lied.

'What about your friend? Or did you change your mind?'

'I mean I miss you.'

'I be man?'

'Naughty girl. What's a man got to do with missing my buddy?'