TOLU GOES TO LAGOS CHAPTER TWO

We don’t sell only stocks. I know that is what you were hired to do but to succeed here you have to know that to sell stocks you have to sell other things as well.

Mrs. Akanbi explained to him with a straight face what he would be doing at White Oaks. He wasn’t very surprised to say the least. It was the only explanation he could find for how they were able to afford a building in this area; there were 10 other stock companies on this street alone, four of which had started off around the same time as White Oaks and none of them had the level of success that White Oaks had achieved. She led him across a large hallway on the top floor of the building to an office on the right that held three desks. A small signboard on the door had the words marketing written boldly and he took a large gulp as he realized that he was going to be in the dreaded marketing division of the company.

Mr. Akachukwu and Mr. Black I am pleased to introduce your new colleague Mr. Tolu Anifowose. I would like you guys to put him through the ropes and get him caught up on your current projects. Mr. Tolu, your journey here has begun; I hope you make us a lot of money because it would be a shame to have to let you go...

Hi, my name is Bamidele Black and I am the team lead but everyone calls me Bami. Come inside so you can meet the gang. Bami spoke to Tolu with a calm demeanor; He could see that the kid was uneasy and nervous so he was eager to get him comfortable as quickly as possible.

This one here we call kilo because he looks like a fucking house. He pointed jokingly at a man in the corner who looked to be over 200 pounds. Kilo smiled at Tolu, a warm look in his eyes as they shook hands… Nice to meet you mate and yes you can call me Kilo too.

Kilo comes from a wealthy family and he is our connect man because he knows the right kind of rich people who have money to spare and spend. Chuks Akachukwu is the Go-To. Every service or product on this green shithole of Lagos he got covered. There is nothing a client wants that he can’t provide.

He felt like a fish out of water, standing in an overpriced suit in the middle of an expensively decorated office watching three men in designer suit size him up.

What are you bringing to the table my friend? Bami the team lead asked him as he placed his large hands on Tolu’s shoulders. It irked Tolu that this man whom he had only just met suddenly assumed he could intrude on his personal space because he was his boss.

Everyone pulls their weight in this team, Bami spoke while gesticulating with his hands walking around with an air of arrogance, never making direct eye contact with Tolu. What kinda fist this dude got stuck up his ass, Tolu wondered to himself.

Come let us go out for drinks and give our new team mate a real welcome, Kilo suggested as they all filed out of the office to a nearby bar. A bottle of Hennessey and a bowl of nuts was placed on the table as the guys recounted events from the previous week.

Chuks how far that babe wey Chief Michael say make you arrange for am? The man don dey worry me too much ooh. Bami spoke as he turned his full attention to Chuks.

Bros no be my fault ooh, Iron lady dey waste time to conclude with the chik, she dey talk say the girl too get wahala.

Iron lady is the pimp who arranges girl for our clients when they need them, and as you know, that is one supply and demand that is always high. Bami explained to Tolu.

You know these people do not want to invest when they can be seeing their money every day, to hook them we offer them more. They want pussy, we give em pussy. They want to fly to Cabo for the weekend on a whim….we get it done. They want to watch two hot naked girls get their mack on, done done done! We try to meet their needs because it keeps them happy and they refer like-minded friends to us in appreciation. This is how we sell stocks and investment Tolu. Come and see Iron Lady’s picture, very hot babe.

Tolu smiled as he walked over to Bamidele… She too dey form like president, say she no go gree sleep with client because her own na only to pimp…

Their words stopped registering as he stared at the picture of Yetunde on Bami’s phone. He balled his fist in anger as he tried to process what he was hearing. This is how Yetunde made her money; selling girls to rich, fat perverse men for money. A part of him wanted to be glad that she was not sleeping with any of these men but a larger part of him was mad as hell.

Tolu are you okay? Kilo asked him, concern lacing his words.

Dude are you crying? Chuks followed up with another question.

He wiped at his eyes angrily to find that there were tear stains on his face.

I have to go guys. Thanks for all this. He stood up and walked out abruptly, not caring that it was his first day and he was supposed to be making an effort to show character with these guys whom he was no longer sure he wanted to work with.

Taxi! He screamed as he hailed a cab and gave him directions for the short drive to Yetunde’s apartment.

Tolu found his girlfriend in the living room watching reruns of the TV sitcom Friends as she sorted out beans from a tray at the same time. He stood at the door watching her, the domesticity of it all filling him with nostalgia but in the next second the image of her in a leopard print mini skirt and strapless top balanced on a pair of heels and a fake smile radiating from her face came to mind.

With his resolve certain, he said I know you keep the toys in one of your travel bags. She turned to him in confusion till recognition suddenly dawned on her about what he was saying. Her eyes seemed to bulge from its sockets as she watched him with hope.

You should bring them out to play. He told her with a playful smirk on the side of his lips. I am ready to try something new.

Are you sure? She asked, excitement coloring her face as she rushed off to the bedroom.

Yes, I am. He replied

Tolu noticed that the door was locked when he tried to get in. Yetunde why is the door locked?

Gimme 10 minutes. I am trying to get everything ready.

He took off his suit jacket, tie, jewelry, and stood outside the door energized and reinvigorated. He was curious on the surface but he could feel the anger simmering down on the inside as he waited for Yetunde to finish. Suddenly the door opened and the first thing that caught his eyes was the romantic setting that adorned the bedroom. Red candles littered the room, slow music was playing gently from the speakers, and the lights were turned off to give the room the right feel.

He walked towards the bed as he took off piece by piece of clothing from his body, ravishing her with a hungry look in his eyes and he snaked his hands across her jaw.

What are these? He asked pointed towards the shiny metals.

A pill vibrator, nipple clamps and clit simulator, she replied with a dark look in her eyes.

Come here, he ordered; His voice rough and edgy. He climbed on top of her, staring down at the face of the woman he was not sure he loved anymore.

Gently, he stroked her chin with the thumb of his finger, lacing his other hand in her hair as he jerked her roughly to his face. The space between them non-existent as two eyes blazed hot at each other. He could feel the sexual tension in the room, the passionate anger burning beneath his loins. He grabbed her left breasts in his hands. His rough palms digging in without any real rhythm, yet she arched into his touch, mouth gasping in shock at the burst of pleasure that one touch evoked in her body. He maintained eye contact with her as he pinched her right nipple watching as she shut her eyes in pain and opened it the next second when warm lips suckled the nipple to ease the pain of his previous action. She was writing under him, begging for more of something she didn’t know how to ask for. He switched to the other mound, biting, nipping and suckling each breast like it was the fountain of life. He move his tongue up to her neck, placing hot wet kisses across every inch of flesh he could find there and bit hard on the connecting muscles as she screamed loudly in pleasure, turning her head in the opposite direction to give him more space to put his mouth. He marked her, long and hard making sure she would have to wear something to cover up the bruises that were sure to be there for the next few days as he drew his tongue to her ear and blew hot air on it.

Would you like me to use the nipple clamp on you now? He asked hotly in her ear. The vibrations of his tongue so close to her made goose bumps appear across her skin. She could feel him everywhere. The bones in her body were awake in a way that had never been in the past when they made love. Yes please, she replied

He took the clamp and clipped it on her nipples….

Arrrrrrghhh…..she gasped in pain as her eyes nearly bulged from her sockets from the mix of sensation she got from the cold metal on her rock hard nipples.

He kissed her hard and fast demanding entrance into her mouth with his tongue as he delved in promising release with a bite of his upper lip here and a soft tug of her lower lip there. He kissed her exactly how he planned to please her tonight; with abandon and a guarantee of painful release. He moved his mouth to the shell of her ears, placing soft open mouthed kisses as he bit gently and blew on it. She whimpered into his neck as her body jerked again. She placed her hands on his back, wanting to feel his skin but he removed it and placed it over the headboard.

Tsk tsk tsk…you don’t get to touch me…not yet at least. You have been a naughty girl, denying me the pleasures of your body, teasing me and having me so worked up that I’ve had to take matters into my own hands…literally. He added with a playful wink. He used one of her scarfs lying on the floor to bind her hands over her head. She looked sumptuous in on word. Using his mouth, he sucked up the tiny beads of sweat under her right breast. He couldn’t stop touching her; hot, ripe skin warm and responsive to him. He twirled her belly button with his tongue and bit suddenly into her navel, watching greedily to see every reaction her body made.

I want you inside of me Tolu. I want to feel you at the core of my being, claiming me again as yours the only way you know how to.

Gosh…this woman would be the death of him; Tolu thought as he picked up the tiny pill vibrator, coating it with the flood between her legs.

Hmmmmm! She hummed in pleasure; he could see that she was struggling to hold on, her knuckles already white from pushing against the binds. The pleasure almost became painful when he added the clit simulator to her bundle of nerve. He watched as her body pulsated, her clit thumping with every vibration. It was fascinating to say the least.  Just as he noticed she was about to cum he entered her suddenly in one swift move; the pool of wetness coating his member and making it easy for him to slide in. He pounded into her, the pace alternating between hard and fast. Every time she established a rhythm of movement, he would change it just to frustrate her. Did you ever touch yourself like this! He screamed; sweat dripping from his back as he increased the length of his thrust.  All those men you pimped for, did you ever let them touch you like this, you whore, he shouted as he tightened his hands around her throat. He watched as fear, shame, anger and a mask of blankness switched across her face. Release me, she asked and he removed the scarfs from her wrists. She held on to his hands on her throat, wrapped her legs around him to make the thrust even deeper as she rolled her hips, taking control of the movement, her eyes closed momentarily in ecstasy as she jutted her hips to the left, lips left open to steal air that were bereft from her lungs.

Finally, she opened her eyes, running her hands over his face to memorize every feature like it was the last time. No; she whispered. A single tear escaped to betray her façade of strength and bravery. She lifted her hips higher off the bed, gazing into his eyes and daring him to hit that spot that would bring them both to the ultimate high.

He pressed the clit simulator harder into her and drew at the nipple clamps to heighten the sparks of pleasure. Tolu! She screamed his name in pain, just as her body jutted out to receive more of him. This was the apology for the lies she had told, the plea for acceptance for what she had to do to survive in a city that was unforgiving in its hustle.

Skin to skin they joined, his head against hers as they breathed the same air, both of them chasing something that was without meaning. She was close, he could feel her inner walls wrapping around him and contracting as they both neared release. Looking into each other’s eyes, they came together with trepidation, disengaging almost immediately as none wanted to cuddle or revel in the bliss of the afterglow.

It was over, the naïve part of their existence that had been a cocoon of dishonesty. This was the end. He got out of bed and called his friend, packed a bag and turned towards her. I’m leaving, he said. Okay, she replied, turning her head in the opposite direction and hugging the pillows to her body for comfort as she heard the lock turn in the door…