Diary Of The Grand Commander

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

Tuesday met me with the happiest news ever. It was a twofold happiness. First, Cynthia had been transferred to Victoria Island branch. The secretary there was on maternity leave and Cynthia had been sent to cover there for three months. Her position was now occupied by Chinwe, an NYSC Intern who had been understudying her for a while. She was one loud mouthed ‘ode’ like that. She no even fine from here to there and she kon get bad mouth join. Mtcheewww. Me, I was over excited. I could do my runs without having to look over my shoulder expecting that Cynthia would be there watching me.

Second news was that Ann was the epitome of sexuality. She oozed sexiness in every way. The way she talked, her eye movements, her body language, everything. Pictures are not a 100% representation of a person. They either tell too little or exaggerate the person. In Ann’s case, it was a total injustice. She was the embodiment of sexual urge. Her boobs were not too big but her hips were very wide. She had a tiny waist and her back arched inwards. She had a succulent body and her sense of humor was out of this world.

We met at an eatery on St. Finbarrs’ Road Akoka. She was dressed in a blood red gown that hugged all the right curves of her body. I was not looking bad myself, having already gotten home beforehand and freshened up. I still smelled fresh and I got there in a cab. I was waiting opposite the Eatery when she arrived. I was watching the entrance of the eatery, waiting for her to show up when my phone rang. She told me that she was already at the entrance of the eatery and was asking where I was. She described what she was wearing and when I saw her, I was glad I did not turn Eddy’s request down.

I tapped her from behind. She turned and quickly assessed me in seconds. I guess she was impressed. I offered my hand for a shake but she hugged me instead.

We went into the eatery and I asked what she wanted to have. She ordered a full course meal and I also did the same. I knew I was not going to spend again after this, so I decided to go all the way. After all, I was eating also. We talked about quite a number of things and I got to realize that she was a very lively and animated individual. She was not shy about sex and did not even try and lure me into saying what I wanted to do with her.

The waiter came with the bill and I was shocked. 6k. “Wetin we chop?” I asked myself. But I did not let her know how I felt o. I smiled and brought out my wallet.

“What do you want to do?” Ann asked me.

“I want to pay the bills na.” I replied.

“How much is it?” She inquired.

“Just 6k. Not a big deal.” I said counting the money inside my wallet.

“I got this.” She said putting her hand on my arm and looking at me with those ever seductive eyes.

“Come on. This date is on me. I brought you here. It is only right that I foot the bill.” I pleaded.

“I am aware of all that.

However, I really insist. Please. Next time, I promise to help you spend your money.” She finished smiling.

I relaxed and watched as she counted crispy brand new 500 naira notes and even gave the guy an extra 500 as tip. I was surprised. I had some suspicions but I allowed it remain within me. We set another date for the weekend at the movies and said our goodbyes. I waited for her to get a cab. When she was far gone, I stopped the next available bike and headed home.

“Eddy, wetin dey? How far na?” I said to the phone immediately he picked the call. I was home now and had showered.

“I dey jare. I just tire. E no tey wey I enter house now.” He lamented.

“Sorry jare. Ehen, Eddy, that Ann babe, who she be?” I asked Eddy.

“Na which kain question be this? What do you mean who is she? You were on a date with her na, why did you not ask her all these questions? Abeg no vex me jare.” He snapped at me.

“Haba, bros. No be so na. Okay, please send me her facebook ID” I said.

“Okay, I will send it to you now.” He replied.

I was curious as to what kind of babe would spend 6K on a guy at first meeting and still give a tip of 500 naira to the waiter. Was she a runz girl? But she was doing NYSC now? Was she trying to impress me? What was the reason? All these questions raced through my mind. Just about then, Eddy’s text came in. I searched for her Facebook profile, found it and began digging. I checked her profile pictures, her wall, and her information. She did not look like a runz babe. She had pictures she had taken outside the country. I was guessing UK or USA. She had just 57 friends and over half of them were not Nigerians. I was checking her pictures one after the other and I stumbled a comment on one of the pictures. A friend said “Miss Aba*** you look astonishing.”

I quickly went to Google and typed her full name Ann Aba***. I did not get any spectacular results. As I scrolled down the page, I met a very interesting discovery.

One of the results from the search showed that her father was a politician. The State Chairman of a popular party in the South -south region. Ann’s name was mentioned as one of the 14 children he had from 3 different wives. Now, I understood how she came about such class and finesse, and why she was able to afford to pay the bills. Her father had money. I made a mental note to ask her on Saturday when we meet at the cinemas.

I still could not get Cynthia out of my head. She was haunting me every second. Anytime I saw a fair skinned lady, I would remember her. D–n! And my oh my, those legs, her lips, her large cl1t, her moans…I got an instant hard-on. I called her the next day telling her that I missed her and would love to see her. She was surprised and said that I should come over to her place after work on Wednesday. That was a date. I knew I did not love her. I did not even like her the way I used to. She pushed me away with her constant ‘checkmating’ and over protective attitude. But I could not just get her off my mind. I recalled her coming to my office the previous day, showing me those legs. I became more convinced to take her down one more time.

Meanwhile, I avoided Laura like a plague. She sent her steward to call me several times but I told him to say I was not on seat. Segun was my guy and he had a hint of what was going on. The third time she sent him to me at about 2pm, I gave him 200 naira and told him not to go back to her. Guess what? She came to the server room.

I was battling with some rules and trying to set firewalls on the Web Server when she knocked once and came in. I looked up from my laptop and there she was standing by the door. She had a frown on her pretty face, her beautiful face melting my heart. She was corporately dressed, in a trouser suit but she did not wear the jacket. Her purple TM Lewin shirt was tucked in to her pants with the first two buttons loosened, showing a little cleavage and leaving the rest to imagination. Seeing her did not turn me on as it normally would. May be because I had my mind on other conquests, or it could be because I was looking forward to two great dates. Besides, we just had s3x the previous day so I was not too eager jare.

“Hello Laura.” I said. I did not bother getting up from my chair.

“Kevin, what is wrong with you? Why have you been avoiding me?” She asked.

“I haven’t Laura. I have been neck deep in work. Please understand.” I begged.

“I am not happy with you Kay. You are making me feel used.” She said coming near and sitting in the vacant chair opposite me. There were cables flying everywhere.

I wanted to tell her that it was her that came at me. She was the one who took me to the bathroom and had s3x with me. I did not ask for it. She was ho.r.ny and I helped her out. Why was she taking issues out of proportion?

“I’m sorry you feel that way dearie,” I said, giving her the look that made me seem very concerned. Then I made a very big mistake with my next statement:

“If there is any way I can make it up to you, I promise I will”

“You promise?” she asked.

“Yes, I promise.” I said.

She informed me that she was travelling to South Africa the next day for a two- day training. She would be back by Saturday and by then she would let me know how she wanted me to make up for it.

She left the office, shaking her big ars3. I did not feel a thing.

I was overwhelmed with work on Wednesday. Eddy and I had not talked for a while. His mum was ill so he was out of office. I sent him a text consoling him and assuring him things would get better. At about 3pm, Cynthia called me. Shittttt!!!! I had totally forgotten. I assured her I was aware of our date and would meet her at home by 9pm because I would have to get home and pick my clothes for the next day. She insisted that I meet her at Falomo for 5pm because she had some where to take me.

And that was how a fantastic evening began….