What Money Can Do



Nova



Nini is a jolly good fellow. When money comes his way, he realizes money can buy a lot of things, including pleasures.







As the business manager, the madam boss had told me to visit Agege area for a prospective business outlet.

I first met Precious that evening as I was trying to navigate the road. I pulled over to the side of the road a few metres from a hotel.

A tap on the window startled me and I turned to see a young face looking in, smiling and motioning me to wind down the window.
I pushed the button and the window slid down halfway and the smiling face pushed its way inside.

“Hello mister! What you doing here? You looking for business?”

She smiled sweetly again before looking over her shoulder and around her before back at me again.

“Business?” I queried, slightly confused as to what the teenager or young lady might mean.

“You know… business… stuff for money”.

She smiled mischievously and licked her lips.

I was completely shocked. A teenager had come to the window of my car and was propositioning me for sex! A teenager!

I stared at her for a minute and looked her over. I couldn’t see much but she didn’t look very old and was wearing clothes that were seductive for her age.

“Erm… no! No I’m not! I’m just erm… lost” and I said. “Can you help? Do you know where Boripe Avenue is?” and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe” Her demeanour changed and she seemed completely business-like.

“I don’t have any money, sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll find it” and I put the window up again and drove off.

I had a job at hand. My job was to go and see the site, take photos and ask questions and try to determine whether the place would be suitable or not.

But there was something about that girl that kept popping up in my mind. Intentionally, I ended up driving down the road I had seen the girl on and I pulled up at the side of the road.

There were some girls close to the only entrace gate of the hotel. All the girls were dressed skimpily and it didn’t take me long to work out they were sex workers.

I could see the girl I had earlier seen among them.She had short, bobbed dark hair and wore a short mini dress and wore sneakers. The picture of her standing there made my heart raced.

She was talking to one of the girls. She looked at the direction of my parked car and my heart began pounding as she strode over to the car, a slight wiggle in her walk.

I watched as she walked over. Then, there was a tap on the window.

I wound it down and the girl stuck her head inside once more, asking the same question.
This time, I decided to be business-like too.

“How much?” I asked.

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This time, I decided to be business-like too. “How much?” I asked.

“Fifteen k for a hand job, twenty for a Mouth Gig, thirty for sex, forty if you want to go unprotected but no releasing inside”

I wasn’t really thinking. It was as if my brain had taken on a life of its own and had overridden my normal functions and decided to exercise its own.

“Ok jump in!” I smiled.

Eagerly she climbed in.

“Where do you want to go? I have a place. There’s only me there if that’s ok?”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Anyhow. What do you want? Everything?”
I smiled and nodded.

“Yeah everything sounds good. I’ve got plenty of cash”.

She seemed to perk up at the thought of getting paid.

The drive to my house at Ogba took several minutes. Once inside my flat, I went to the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator and poured myself a large wine into a glass with ice and opened a can of Coke and poured some in.

“Do you care for a drink?” I offered her and she paused a moment before nodding and I poured her the same before handing her the glass.

“So what do you want then?” she demanded and I took a drink from my glass, the wine calming me slightly. My heart was pounding and my brain was screaming that this was not so cool but I tried to be.

“I will have to decide. What do I get for thirty k?” I topped up my glass with more wine and Coke.

“You get to Bleep me all night long”. It sounded matter of fact and brutal. “You got condoms? It’s an extra money for no condom. And no cumming in me."

“Okay…That's alright.” I said slowly. I looked at her over and checked out her figure again.

She was slim and her boobs looked full and firm. She had wide hips and looked curvy and she was pretty. I still couldn’t tell her age but I wasn’t certain she was as old as twenty.

“And if I offered forty k, what then?”

Her eyes widened at the thought of earning more than her usual fee.

“I … you can do me without a condom… I can give you a Mouth Action first if you want? Let you cum on my face?” As she spoke with a slight hesitation, my cock began to unfurl in my pants.

“How about a bath? I’ve got a huge bath and I like to relax. How about it?”

She took a swig of her drink, screwing her face up as she tasted the wine.

“Er… yeah I suppose… how much exactly are you paying?”

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“Forty k and you have to stay the night. I’ve had a drink now and can’t take you back”

“Treat me right and you can have me as many times as you want.”

Now, she seemed to grow in confidence.

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I took her to my bathroom where we had a bath. I could see all her features here. The breasts were modest but firm. The physique was slim and curvy, while the vagina still looked tight and yet to be fully explored.

I didn't touch her in the bathroom. I was the type who always took things easy and slow. But wait a minute, what would be the essence of keeping her in my house till the following morning and paying huge some for it? I wasn't a sex freak. Couldn't I just do what I wanted to do and pay her off?

"You know what? I've changed my mind."

She looked at me suspiciously. "Meaning what?"

"I'll do the one round stuff and pay you off. I'll also give you transport fare back to your base."

She still looked at me suspiciously. Then she shrugged. "Okay. Anyhow."

In all honesty, I had never laid a commercial sex hawker before. I wasn't that kind of man. Right now, I started questioning my rationale for bringing her home.

"It's funny I don't even know your name," I said. "I'm Nini. What about you?"

"Call me Juliet."

"Juliet? That's a lovely name."

She smiled. "Thank you."

"But why are you into this trade? Why are you a commercial sex worker?"

My question seemed to surprise her. "It's a long story." She finally said.

"It's a risky job," I told her matter-of-factly. "Look, I can connect you to an NGO that will train you on a skill and equip you. You're not supposed to be doing this."

She still looked surprised by the turn of event. "Oga leave all that. Can you pay me for the exact service you want? Let's start business."

"Can I have your number?"

Her suspicion was back, but she gave me the number. I called it to confirm that it was really her number.

I then brought ten thousand Naira out and handed it to her. 'Look, I don't want any sex with you. I just want to tell you you can do better things with your life than what you're doing now. You can go. If you want the skill acquisition, just let me know. You have my number. Now, dear Juliet, good night."

She could not believe her ears. "You mean you're not doing again."

I nodded and smiled. "Exactly."

She stared at the money I had given her.

"Okay, good night. You have my number too. Anytime you need my service, call me."

I waved bye to her as she left my apartment.

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I took her to my bathroom where we had a bath. I could see all her features here. The breasts were modest but firm. The physique was slim and curvy, while the vagina still looked tight and yet to be fully explored.

I didn't touch her in the bathroom. I was the type who always took things easy and slow. But wait a minute, what would be the essence of keeping her in my house till the following morning and paying huge some for it? I wasn't a sex freak. Couldn't I just do what I wanted to do and pay her off?

"You know what? I've changed my mind."

She looked at me suspiciously. "Meaning what?"

"I'll do the one round stuff and pay you off. I'll also give you transport fare back to your base."

She still looked at me suspiciously. Then she shrugged. "Okay. Anyhow."

In all honesty, I had never laid a commercial sex hawker before. I wasn't that kind of man. Right now, I started questioning my rationale for bringing her home.

"It's funny I don't even know your name," I said. "I'm Nini. What about you?"

"Call me Juliet."

"Juliet? That's a lovely name."

She smiled. "Thank you."

"But why are you into this trade? Why are you a commercial sex worker?"

My question seemed to surprise her. "It's a long story." She finally said.

"It's a risky job," I told her matter-of-factly. "Look, I can connect you to an NGO that will train you on a skill and equip you. You're not supposed to be doing this."

She still looked surprised by the turn of event. "Oga leave all that. Can you pay me for the exact service you want? Let's start business."

"Can I have your number?"

Her suspicion was back, but she gave me the number. I called it to confirm that it was really her number.

I then brought ten thousand Naira out and handed it to her. 'Look, I don't want any sex with you. I just want to tell you you can do better things with your life than what you're doing now. You can go. If you want the skill acquisition, just let me know. You have my number. Now, dear Juliet, good night."

She could not believe her ears. "You mean you're not doing again."

I nodded and smiled. "Exactly."

She stared at the money I had given her.

"Okay, good night. You have my number too. Anytime you need my service, call me."

I waved bye to her as she left my apartment.

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After Juliet had gone, I poured more wine for myself. Another lonely night loomed ahead of me. Since Agatha left me about a week ago, I had always been having lonely nights. I would have to do something about this. Soon.

The bell of my apartment went off. Now, who could that be? I was always a loner who hardly had visitors. I went to open the door and was surprised to find Juliet standing there. Had she forgotten something?

"I came back to see you," she said.

"Come in. Hope no problem?" I motioned her to a seat.

"No, no problem. I came for two things. The first is that I'm interested in that skill acquisition."

I smiled. "That's good. I will connect you to the coordinator. They will give you form to fill and they will get something suitable for you."

'Thank you. The second one is that I feel I owe you for your kindness.'

I looked surprised. 'Owe me for kindness? What do you mean?"

'Goodnatured man like you is difficult to find. I've come back because I want to pay back."

"Pay back? How?"

She smiled wanly. "If you don't mind, I'm ready to give you mouth action. In fact, I'm ready to be of service to you till tomorrow morning."

I was surprised. "But I don't need you to pay back. I did what I did to help you.'

"I know, but I still feel I should offer service in turn. One good turn deserves another.'

I chuckled. What a girl, what an audacity!

"So, if I agree that you should stay till tomorrow morning, how much will you charge?"

"It's at no cost. I just want to do that to show appreciation."

I became thoughtful. I didn't want to say outright no, but ...

"Could it be you don't find me attractive enough?"

"Oh, come on. That's not it. You're a very attractive girl. Alright, you can stay."

She smiled again. "I can assure you, you will enjoy every moment of it."

Well, I would no longer be having lonely night today, would I?

I picked the second glass cup, filled it and gave it to her.

"Tell me about yourself."

Briefly, she told how she came from a struggling home and how she started hawking her body for sex immediately after her secondary school. I listened and took my wine intermittently.

"So, among all the men I've met, you're the kindest," she concluded.

"Thank you."

She stared at me. "It's like you're not in the mood. Should I put you in the mood?"

"How do you intend to do that?"

She stood up and came to my seat. She knelt down before me, unzipped my trousers and started caressing my cock. She began by kissing the tip before putting it in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and I could feel myself warming up. Her tongue flicked on the tip of my penis again. Now, I couldn't resist the organ becoming fully erect.

She stood up and came to my seat. She knelt down before me, unzipped my trousers and started caressing my cock. She began by kissing the tip before putting it in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and I could feel myself warming up. Her tongue flicked on the tip of my penis again. Now, I couldn't resist the organ becoming fully erect.

I must say she was very deft at it. The way she kissed, slurped and teased my cock all showed that she was a professional in that line. Now, I was glad that she came back. After several minutes of the act, she straightened up and asked if I would use condom for the coital sex or not.

"I will use it," I said and stood up. "Let me get it in my bedroom. By the way, come over."

She followed me to the bedroom. I slipped on the condom while she stripped herself nude.

"Do you want the cowgirl ride? I will do the working."

I nodded. Although I had read about that style before, no lady had tried it with me. I lay naked on my back on the bed while Juliet sat aside my laps and slipped my cock inside her very wet pussy. She then began the grinding and riding.

I felt like I was in cloud seven. This girl was damn hot in doing this. What an exciting experience I was having. It didn't take me long to grip her boobs as I reached climax.

Later, I took her to my kitchen to make a meal of fried eggs and boiled yam. The fried egg was too salty and pepperish, but that was how we ate it As we retired for the night, I was still able to go for one more round of sex. This time I was on top. The bishop style might appeared conservative but it was my favourite.

I like the way Juliet was moaning. It might be fake, but it sounded good. I was able to last a bit longer this time around. Early in the morning, she woke to have her bath and dressed up.

"Thank you, Juliet got the way you have shown your appreciation," I told her.

She smiled. We promised to call each other later and she left. Phew! What an experience that was.

What an amazing experience indeed

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She smiled. We promised to call each other later and she left. Phew! What an experience that was.



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Some days later, I was in my small cubicle office at Ikeja when one of the customers came in to complain about some products she bought days ago. The business I managed dealt with cosmetics, hair wigs and sundry items. It was a flourishing business and most of our customers were women.

I assured the woman that complained that her matter would be looked into. I apologized, got her number and promised to get back to her.

"I hope it's not what you will forget about as soon as I stepped out of here," she said.

"Oh no, madam. I promised I would get back to you within the next twenty-four hours."

"What's your name?" she asked.

" Nini."

"I'm Evelyn. I'll be expecting your call.

Later that I called her number and told her she could come the following morning to get new items or she could forward her number to me so that the despatch rider would deliver the items to her."

"I like and must commend your fast response to the complaint," she said. "That was very professional and efficient of you."

"Thank you, ma."

"I will like to get to know you better if you don't mind."

My heart started beating fast. Why would she want to know me better? I was just a guy in my late twenties. This woman we were talking about could not be less than forty-five.

"Listen Nini, I'm a woman who doesn't shy away from baring my mind. I like you and will like us to get close."

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"It will be a pleasure for me too to get close to you," I found myself saying.

"Very good. We'll chat on WhatsApp later. This is my WhatsApp number. Is this your WhatsApp number too?"

"Yes, madam. This... this is my WhatsApp number."

"Good. Until later."

She cut the line. I was amazed by the turn of event. She didn't even tell me whether she would be coming to pick her items up or we should send it to her through despatch rider. So, Madam Evelyn liked me and would want a relationship with me? No problem, two can play the game.

But wait a minute. Was she not supposed to be married? I would need to find out from her. If she was married, that would be no go area for me. I had always made it a principle not to frolic with married women. Maybe she was a divorcée or a single mother. No qualms. I would soon find out.

A WhatsApp message beeped on my phone. It was from Madam Evelyn. She wrote her address in the message and asked me to help her deliver her items when I closed from work.

So fast! This Madam didn't waste time at all. And to think that I would be the one to deliver the items!

Okay, madam. I'll come around by nine p.m., I replied

The address she sent showed that she also lived at Ogba. That was okay. The store closed by nine. I didn't forget to take her items with me as I drove home. Some twenty minutes later, I was at the outside of the number of her house. It was a storey building that had flats. I called her number.

"Madam, I 'm already outside the building."

"Good," she said. "I'll send some one to bring you up to my flat."

"Alright."

About a minute later, a girl opened the gate and peeped out.

"Are you Uncle Nini?" she asked.

'Yes."

"Please follow me."

I went with her inside the building. The flat was on the right side of the first floor.

Madam Evelyn was in the sitting-room, sipping from a glass of juice.

"Good evening, madam." I handed her the parcel.

"Good evening, thank you so much." She turned to the girl. 'Er... Florence, come and take this to the bedroom."

The Florence collected the package and left.

"That's my daughter," Madam Evelyn said, scarcely above whispers.

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The Florence collected the package and left.

"That's my daughter," Madam Evelyn said, scarcely above whispers. "She's a fresher in the polytechnic and she came unannounced some hours ago. We won't be able to chat much right now.'

I nodded. "I understand. In that case, let me be on my way.'

She grinned. "Okay, Nini, we'll chat later."

"Alright." I nodded again and left her flat. So, she already had a grown up daughter! I shouldn't be surprised. That girl should be about eighteen. Hmn....

I drove home, thinking about Madam Evelyn . I would certainly need to find out things about her. Along the way, I brought bread and akara that would serve as my dinner. That was the way with me as a bachelor.

I ate my dinner and thought about Madam Evelyn again. Some minutes after ten that night, she sent a WhatsApp message to me.

"Hello, are you asleep?" she wrote. "Can we chat?"

"Yes. First, I want to know your marital status."

"I'm still single. And you?"

"I'm single."

"Good. When Florence returns to school tomorrow, we'll have privacy in the house."

"Okay. 😃."

"Meanwhile, do you like talking dirty? Can we talk dirty now?"

"Sure. Let me start. What's the size of your boob?"


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"Sure. Let me start. What's the size of your boob?"

"No, you tell me size of your dick first."

I grinned. "It's about eight inches when fully erect."

"Hmn, good. I use 34C bra."

"That's nice. I'm sure your boobs look lovely."

"Yeah. You will like them when you see them."

"Wish I could see them right now."

"Don't be naughty. You'll see them soon."

I sent the smile emoji 😃

"Goodnight for now," she wrote.

"Good night." I added the love emoji. 💕

Wow! It appeared Madam Evelyn was going to be interesting. I knew the relationship would not end anywhere close to the life partner that I desired, but it would at least provide some thrills. I certainly looked forward to squeezing Madam Evelyn 's boobs with my hands and playing with her nipples in my mouth.

The following day, things went smoothly in my place of work. By noon, Madam Evelyn called me.

"So, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"Fine. Florence has gone back to school. I will be expecting you tonight."

I grinned. "No problem. I'll be there."

On closing at work, I drove straight to Madam Evelyn 's house. There was a little bit of traffic, so I didn't get there until some minutes to ten p.m. I went to her flat and knocked at the door. She must be expecting me, for she promptly opened the door.

"I was already thinking you would not come again," she said.

"It was traffic that delayed."

"I see."

She was wearing a bum shot that accentuated her thighs, hips and legs. They were not so fine but they were sexy all the same. Besides, the boobs had better appeal to me. I could tell that she was still wearing bra under the t-shirt. It must be a push-up bra, going by the posture of the breasts. My heart started beating in excitement again.


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It must be a push-up bra, going by the posture of the breasts. My heart started beating in excitement again.

"You must be hungry," she said. "Come to the dinning table."

"Thank you. That's very thoughtful of you." I followed her to the dinning table. She had made 'eba' and 'egusi' soup.

"I hope you eat this type of food."

I chuckled. "I'm yet to see a Nigerian who doesn't."

She sat by my side as I prepared to eat the meal.

"I'm sorry, but there's a question I want to ask you,' I said.

"What's that?"

"Where do you work, or what business do you do?"

"I'm self-employed. I'm into business," she answered.

I could have asked what kind of business, but I only said, "That's good."

I started to eat the food. It was quite delicious and I enjoyed every bit of it.

"You didn't mind taking an older woman for lover?"

Of course, I didn't mind. If I did, I would not be here. "No, I didn't mind."

"I'm forty-four. How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight." I mentally calculated the difference. Sixteen years! In my school days, I couldn't have imagined dating a much older woman, but things had changed.

"To me, age is nothing but number," she put in.

"I agree."

After the meal, we moved to sit in the sitting-room room section of the large room.

"If you handle me well," she said, "I promise to treat you well. You must be there for me and must not disappoint."

"I will give you the best."

She looked at me critically. "I know life is give and take. I'll be the one spending on you while you will give me the satisfaction that I want."

I nodded. "That's alright."

"Okay, there's no need to waste time further. One minute." She left the sitting-room for her bedroom. A minute later, she was back with a bundle of five hundred Naira notes. She dropped it on the centre table.

"This is for you and it's just the beginning. Let me make it clear right now that I like being finger-bleeped and pussy-sucked. Do we have a deal."

The finger job was okay, but the pussy sucking was not that pleasant to me. I had done it only on a couple of times, and I could not really say I enjoyed it.

I looked at the money she had dropped on the table. It was not a full bundle but it was more than half. That would still be some money.


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That would still be some money.

"Okay, you can count on me,' I said.

She smiled expansively. 'Okay, deal. So, what are we waiting for?"

I smiled again, moved to the table, picked up the money, ruffled my fingers through it and pocketed it. There would be no need to count it now.

She eyed me expectantly. I moved to her, held her two hands and pulled her to her feet. She was not that tall. I was a six-footer and she wasn't up to my shoulders.

"First and foremost, let me say you're a beautiful lady."

She smiled radiantly. "Thank you."

"I'm here to fulfil your sexual fantasies. Allow me to do just that."

"Oh, go ahead."

I planted a long kiss on her waiting lips. It was deep and long and it left her breathless. My right hand went under her t-shirt to handle her boobs. Though the bra was an obstacle, the part I could lay my hand on served as a good appetizer. I knew the real meal was on its way.

Her hands too were at work. They unbuckled my belt, zipped down my trousers and found their way to my crotch. She held my cock and squeezed it not so gently.

I replicated the same act by squeezing her breasts, but I would say I was considerate. Thankfully, she temporarily stopped our act to remove her t-shirt and the bra. Now, I was faced with boobs I wouldn't say were firm. All the same they were full. What was important was I would have my hands full.

So, I bent down to lick her breasts and used my tongue to tickle her nipples. She moaned in response. All of a sudden, her phone started ringing. What a disturbing thing. She ignored the ringing. I was glad she did. This wasn't the time to make or receive calls.

Now, my hands went to her short to pull it down. She allowed me to completely removed it. She was on the plum side, no doubt; but did that matter?

Not to be outdone in nudity, I pulled my trousers and boxers off.

"Goodness me, I've not locked the door!"


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