The Sugar Mum - Episode 6

 

   Her phone rang again, and this time I handed it over to her. She was on the phone for several minutes.

   'That was Steph, my first daughter,' she said after disconnecting the line. 'She said she would be coming home for a four-week vacation.'

  I only nodded.

  Later in the evening, she retired to her room with the king-size bed, while I also retired to mine. I must have been very tired, for I slept off as soon as I hit the pillow . I didn't wake up until few minutes to six the following morning.

  I brushed my teeth and took my bath. Then, I dressed up in grey suit and went to the lounging-room. Madam too soon dressed up and came to join me.

 'Good morning, ma,' I greeted, giving her a deep bow.

 'Good morning, Alex. How was your night?'

 I smiled. 'It was soothing, ma.'

 She smiled too. She was wearing an ankara gown that was well designed.

 'How do I look?' she asked, turning so that I could have a good appraisal.

  My smile broadened. This madam, ehn!

  'You look stunning,' I confessed.

  She was pleased with my remark. 'Thank you.'

  I nodded

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. 'You're welcome.'

   She corked her head to a side. 'Hey, you look good too, young man.'

    I smiled again. 'Thank you, madam.'

    'But, that tie.' She moved over to me and adjusted the tie. I could smell her skin and her breath which smelt of fresh mint. Enny was the only lady ever to adjust my tie - until now.

   'There you're. That's better,' she muttered.

   'Thank you.'

   'Now, order for room service. We need light breakfast before we go.'

   'Okay, ma.'

   I ordered for the light breakfast. It suddenly dawned on me that anyone who heard that madam and I slept in the same hotel room - well, suite, actually - would think we were having an affair. If Enny ever got to know, she would never believe that the closest I got to madam was massaging her!

  Phew! What an experience!

  After the breakfast, we left the hotel in one of the executive cabs for the Ministry of Petroleum Resources. Her meeting with the Minister was very successful. Thereafter, we met the other people she was supposed to meet. By three p.m. we had met all the people we should. The thing would be that we had to do a follow up on the telephone

  'Let's stay one more night in Abuja,' she suggested. 'Then tomorrow, we'll go back to Lagos.'

   I nodded. 'It's okay, ma.'

  When we returned to the hotel suite, madam asked that I should ordered for the food that I wanted.

   Poor me. I could only think of fried rice and turkey. The meal was sumptuous and I enjoyed it. Thereafter, we ordered French wine. To avoid prying eyes, madam said we should remain in the suite. Everything she did was okay by me.

   She went to take a shower thereafter. Her hand bag was left in the lounging-room. I could see that she stuffed a lot of cash including dollars and euros in it.

  Ah, don't get me wrong. I didn't touch her money.

   I locked the main door and went for a quick shower in the second bathroom. I then changed to shorts and t-shirt. I went back to the lounging room. She soon came out, wearing another bum short and t shirt. This time around, I had decided to be unmoved by whatever she wore.

   She sat on the sofa and stretched her legs. 'Wow, what a day,' she exclaimed. 'Can you help with some massaging again?'

  'Of course, ma. Anything you want.'

   She nodded. 'That lotion should be in my valise in the bedroom.'

   'Okay.'  I went to the bedroom she occupied. The valise was on the side of the bed.   

   Some of her clothes were on the bed, including her lingerie. I had to empty the bag to search of the lotion. I finally found it, returned the contents of the valise inside and left the room.

   I met her lying on her belle on the sofa. She looked up at me.

   'This time, it's my back that needs massaging.'

    'Your back?'

    'Yeah, my back. It aches.'

   'Oh, sorry,' I said, not sure if I had said the right thing.

   She raised the back of the t-shirt she wore. It was then I realized she was braless.

   I pulled a stool to her side and sat on it. I then rubbed the lotion on her back and massaged the place. She closed her eyes.

   Many thought went through my mind. I imagined Enny bursting inside the room and seeing us in this position. But then even if that should happen, I would explain that I was only helping to massage madam’s body, I argued in my mind.

   Believe me, I would stress, it was just a massage.

   'Are you okay, now?' I asked after some minutes.

   'A little bit,' she muttered.

   Oh boy, prove that you're a man, a voice spoke into my subconscious mind.

   How? I asked.

   What do you mean, how? The voice said. See beautiful thing. See her bum. Do you really believe that trash she was telling you about decency? Come on, go for her.

   At that instance, my hand nearly strayed to her chest region.

   Don't do that, another voice warned.

   Why not, is that not what she wants? I argued.

    The latter voice was insistent. Even if that's what she wants, don't do it.

   I decided to obey the latter voice.

   Her eyes were closed. She appeared to be dozing.

   'Are you okay, now, ma?' I asked again.

   She opened her eyes briefly. 'Oh, yes, I'm okay now. Thank you.' It was apparent she had started sleeping off.

   I put her cloth back to cover her back. I covered the lotion too. I then sighed.

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. This woman would not stop amazing me.

   I stood up, returned the stool and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I stared at the mirror and wondered if what I was experienced was actually happening.

   Of course it was, a voice answered me. So what?

   I shrugged and left the bathroom.

   I moved to the sofa and watched her briefly. She seemed so innocent and vulnerable.

   This woman had a lot of trust in you, I told myself, do not do anything evil to her. The voice that said that in my mind seemed so real that I shuddered.

  Then, I vowed that I would never pay her back with evil. I told the lustful thoughts to get behind me.

   Few moments later, I tapped madam on the shoulder. 'Ma, would you rather go to your room and sleep,' I suggested.

   'I'm okay,' she mumbled. I doubted if she heard me well.

    I closed her handbag and took it to her bedroom. I then helped to pack the clothes she scattered on her bed. Of course, all her things remained intact.

  Back to the sitting room, I sat on another sofa and watched the t.v, pretending that madam was not there just about three meters away. I didn't know when I slept off.