A NIGHT OUT OF MANY

Wanting More

DONALD

My eyes scanned her body rapidly while she wore her dress the next morning and I couldn't help but smack my lips at intervals. She was indeed a sight to behold, her curves stood right where it should be like an hour glass and for a moment, I concluded she was a goddess as humans could never possess such beauty.

Nightfall could be unforgiving, it hides the details of everything, including one's beauty. How could I have thought the lady who came in the previous night was this beautiful?

Damn! I flinched when she realized I was staring at her. "You're beautiful" I remarked immediately she grabbed her bag to leave. "Even though your hair is a mess." I watched how my last words made the alluring smile on her face fade away. Poor thing! She must have thought I would give a compliment without twisting words. I reached out for my phone and requested for her account details which she didn't hesitate to give.

There was something about her that I couldn't fathom, I had a feeling she was different from the other ladies Steve brought to me.

"Thank you so much." She mumbled when a notification popped on her screen, It was a credit alert—Steve must have told her about the price, hence, she didn't bother asking.

"Hope to see you again." I smiled with an excited squeal, the look on her face showed she was amazed my face could beam with a smile and that made me laugh aloud.

"About last night... I'm so sorry. I was supposed to seal a deal and..."

"No, It's okay Sir... I should be on my way now." She interrupted, in a way, her actions made me anxious. Why wasn't she drooling at the sight of me like other girls who would kiss the ground I walk on? She kept jolting back each time I attempted to move towards her even when I thought she had been clarified that I wasn't an angry bird.

"My name is Donald, you are..." I had stretched forth my hand for a handshake when she slammed the door and left.

I watched her from the balcony while she walked through the gates and I kept wondering what it was about her.

Was I being to formal or was I exceeding my boundaries? I couldn't provide answers to a thousand questions that ran through my mind in few minutes.

"Why didn't you drop her off?" I had asked Steve later that night.

"She opted for a taxi, I couldn't stop her." He replied.

"But Sir... Why do... is there a problem or did she steal something? I ..."

"That's okay, you can leave now." Steve was sure to ramble on and on if I didn't find a way to stop him, he had once said he hated the fact that I let so many women into my space and I didn't have a problem with that. He was looking out for his 'Casanova Boss' as a protective Chauffeur he was.

I was lost in thoughts when Steve came around again. No, I wasn't intoxicated by the drink in my hand, it was the thought of this girl, someone I couldn't explain why I was letting her mess with my head.

"I'm ready Sir." Steve said, drawing my attention, I had told him to go the the brothel that night.

"Remember the lady you brought here two nights ago?" I asked him after sipping a drink.

"The fat one?" He replied with a question.

"Dummy! Not her. The one with nice curves and brown eyes..." I said, using my hands to describe the 'nice curves'.

"Sir, what is it about her? I could get you someone else." Steve said.

"Don't ask silly questions! do as I have just said!" I thundered while he nodded and left.

The soap in the bathroom wasn't giving the satisfaction I yearned for as I had spent an hour using hand movement to prime my d**k with different bars and liquid soap, but ending up with scattered containers and chunks of soap on the ground without getting satisfied.

I sprinted into my room and opened my windows to see if Steve was forth coming, fortunately, he was. My face narrowed with disdain when I saw the lady he was with. That wasn't the curvy lady I was expecting him to return with.

"Hello?" I ignored the lady who waved and walked up to Steve.

"You fool! I told you to get the curvy lady from two nights ago, who's this?" I was enraged but somehow, I managed to speak in a low tone so as not to draw the lady's attention.

"I'm sorry Sir ... I searched everywhere for her but I couldn't find her. I went as far as making enquiries, no one knew a thing about her." Steve cooed. I hissed and walked past the lady while she hurriedly followed me in.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily.

"Relax, your boy brought me here, I was thinking if we could..." She rolled her eyes and swirled her tongue while placing her hands on my chest.

"How much do you charge for a night?"I asked her in a bid to end the conversation very fast.

"Ten thousand dollars." She replied.

"Send your details to him and he'll give you thirty" I said, pointing at Steve. "Ensure you leave afterwards". I walked away without flinching.

I overheard her telling Steve I was a jerk and an arse hole who treated women like some rag.

I laughed. I wasn't really that way, the contract I had lost two days before, messed with my emotions as a serial entrepreneur and that same night, I had met a lady I couldn't understand why the thought of her swept me off my feet.

Was she different from the other prostitutes I had met? What seemed special about this lady in particular?

The images of how she sucked my d**k kept flickering like a light across my eyes, making me harder. I had touched to feel how hard I was and moaned when I realized it was really stiff.

Jumping into my bed like a child who had just played in the rain, I felt something strong clinging to my back like a sticker. I turned and realized it was an Identity card that had a piece of paper tied to it, but the picture on it was family.

The curvy girl! My goodness!

'JASMINE GEORGE was inscribed on it.

I hadn't slept in my room after the night we met. I had moved into the guest room as a result of its larger mirror where I could check my progress after gym sessions not knowing there was something important in my own bed.

I quickly opened the leaflet tied to the card and dialed one of the numbers written on it.

"Hello, who's this please?" She asked with a calm voice that sent cold shiver down my spine.

"Jasmine George... How are you?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"Such beautiful name for an epitome of beauty, It's Donald... from the other night, remember?"

There was absolute silence and for a moment, I thought she had hung up.

"Hello... You're there?" I asked and checked my cellphone to be sure I wasn't speaking vainly. But the call was still ongoing? Did she suddenly loose her ability to speak?