Sweet girl. Sweet, sweet girl," he mumbled against my bre@.$ts as he slid his finger in and out of my Pu.$$y.

I felt a little nervous as I knocked on the door to his office. His secretary had simply directed me to go in but I was more comfortable with waiting for him to actually permit me to.

“Come in,” I heard him call out. I plastered a smile on my face while wiping my sweaty palms on my dark blue pencil skirt as I walked in to take a seat opposite him.

Mr Obi looked younger than I had imagined. My uncle made it seem like they were old friends so I assumed they would be about the same age but Mr Obi looked a little younger. In his 40’s, I thought, if I had to guess.

I tried to navigate my thoughts. This was the first real client I had to deal with since I started working at the bank. I had endured weeks of training and learned what I could about the Marketing department of the bank. I had listened to advice from others on the best way to relate with clients.

Now, all I needed to do to secure my job was to make sure I am able to convince as many people as possible to use the bank and deposit a set amount of money at the end of each month. I was advised by colleagues to focus on wealthy clients. This meant I did not have to spend time going after so many people to reach that amount. I could simply pick and choose a few who were able and affluent enough to make a deposit up to the required target.

I started with my uncle. He owned one of the largest Paint companies in Nigeria and he gladly signed on to the bank, making his own deposit.

I asked if he could introduce me to his other ‘rich’ friends and he gave me a few names. Mr Obi was the first I visited.

He seemed pleasant enough and quite friendly. I spent a few minutes pitching the banking benefits and other perks that came with signing with us. He nodded along and even filled the forms I gave him.

“Thank you, sir,” I said, collecting the forms back.

“Oh, no problem at all, my dear. Just come around tomorrow, the cheque will be ready for you to pick up.”

I was a little disappointed at this. I had hoped I would get it all cleared out today. I shrugged off the feeling. With the amount he was depositing, it would make things a lot less stressful for me. Hell, I was almost reaching my target for that month with his money.

I returned the next day, this time, dressed in a plain red gown.

“All you bankers and money ehn..” He joked when I entered his office. “Don’t worry, you will get your cheque. First I would like to take you out to lunch for all your troubles.”

After a moment’s hesitation, I agreed. A few minutes later, I was sitting beside him in the backseat of his jeep, heading to wherever ‘lunch’ was. During the journey, he rested a hand on my thigh. I shifted, shrugging the hand off then he looked at me.
“What is it, my dear?”

I shook my head, deciding silence might be my best bet. “Nothing,”
“Good.” He said, shifting closer to me and putting his hand on my thighs again. I let it rest there.

I was not naive. I suspected it might come to something like this but I had hoped that I would not have to face this for a few more months.

Sometimes, I let myself wonder if I would resort to getting intimate with clients to make my job easier, but I decided to cross that bridge when I got there. I was there now. I still had no answer.

His hands gently trailed my thigh but other than that, he did not say or do anything. Eventually, we arrived at a hotel where an attendant escorted us to the restaurant. After placing our orders, Mr Obi brought out his cheque. He wrote out an amount and it was clearly double what he promised to deposit. With that, I would easily reach that month’s target and make a huge headway with the next month.

After writing, he sat back on the chair. Still holding the cheque, he said, “this cheque is yours but I am not just going to give it to you. I am willing to give you, though, and even a little something extra. But you must spend the day with me
With you?” I asked.
“Yes. You are a very pretty girl. There is a room booked in this hotel for me. You can do the

I shifted uncomfortably on my seat. His offer was tempting and very hard to turn back from. But was I willing to start this way?

“Don’t worry, we will still have lunch. You have until the end of the meal to make your decision.” He said when the waiter brought our food.

45 minutes later, I was sitting on the hotel room bed. He was taking off his shoes and shirt while I was still dressed. Afterwards, he bent to take off my own shoes then pushed back so I was laying on the bed.

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