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She sighed. ‘Okay o. if you say so. Now, secondly, let me say I don’t like the way you’ve been treating me.’

‘How have I been treating you?’

She held me right hand. ‘Why have you been treating me as if I’m a piece of rag?’

I chuckled. ‘You know, Edith, that what you said is not true.’

She held me tighter. ‘Bringing me here is a good example. How could you bring me outside the house when you could have taken me to your room?’

‘Look, Edith, I have respect for you and I cannot treat you as a piece of rag. However, I cannot allow a repeat of what happened to us the other time. It was a mistake that must never repeat itself.’

Edith’s next action surprised me. She hissed and walked away from me.


* * *

After I had spent three weeks on the job, madam said she would be travelling to Abuja on business and I was to accompany her. She said it could be for two or three days. I told Enny about it and she revisited her reservations.

'So, you and madam alone in Abuja, eh?'

'Come on, my dear. There is no one but you.' I had to say some other sweet and assuring words before I could rest-assure her.

We went by the late afternoon flight to Abuja, and we travelled by first class cabin. While on the flight, we sat side by side. Madam brought a small Bible and read. I could see that she read from the book of Psalms. It was obvious she had some phobia.

Madam said she preferred to rest for hours after the flight before seeing people officially the following morning. From the Nnamdi Azikiwe airport, we chartered a cab to a five-star hotel. Under instruction from madam, I had earlier called the hotel to book for a suite.

We checked into the hotel suite, the porter helping with madam's valise. It was a very comfortable suite. I must confess this was the first time I would be lodging in a five-star hotel in my life.

After the porter had left and after madam had settled down, I took my small bag.

'I want to go downstairs, ma'am, to book a room.'

'For who?'

'For myself, ma'am.'

She smiled. 'This suite has a lounging-room, a large bedroom, another small bedroom and two bathrooms, en-suite. You can take the other bedroom and there's no need for renting a room again.'

I was thinking very fast. That meant I would be sleeping not far away from madam.

'Relax, Alex,' she went on. 'Go and drop your bag in the other room. This place will conveniently contain us.'

'Yes, ma'am.'

'There's another thing, Alex. You've not been properly addressing me.'

I looked surprised.

'Yes. The ''madam'' stuff is okay in the official setting, not in a private place like this.'

I nodded. 'Yes, ma'am.'

'So, drop the ma'am. Call me mummy.'

I could not help the smile that came on my face.

'Yes, ma’am, I mean, mummy.'

She smiled. 'That's my boy.'

Her saying that made me feel so small, but then, I had no choice than to accept her nomenclature. There was a rap at the door. I went to see who it was. The room service had brought the dishes madam ordered for.

I opened the door wide for the food trolley to be wheeled inside. The hotel staffer soon left us. Madam went on to change into a bumper shot and t-shirt. She even looked much younger now. Her bare torso and legs were smooth and free from slabs of fat.

One very commendable thing about her was that she had managed to look trim, despite all the affluence around her. She must really be keeping a disciplined diet.

I set the food tray on the table by the sofa. She had ordered for pounded yam and egusi soup grilled with snail and fried turkey.

She washed her hands in the washing bowl provided.

'O ya, come and sit down. Let's eat.'

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She washed her hands in the washing bowl provided.

'O ya, come and sit down. Let's eat.'

'Thank you mummy. I'm not hungry for now.'

She looked at me curiously. 'You don't expect that I alone will eat all these, do you?'

'I will eat later. It's just that with the snacks I took aboard, I'm not hungry for now.'

She nodded. 'Okay.'

When the air hostess was serving the passengers, madam had declined to be served. I had gladly taken the sausage beef.

While she ate, I sat on another sofa.

I made my attention be focused on the flat screen in the room The cabled news channel was beaming a breaking international news.

Madam used the table knife to cut off part of the pounded yam and put it in a separate plate.

She also used spoon to scoop some soup in another plate. She told me that was my portion. In between, her phones were ringing and I was the one receiving the calls on her behalf. Madam was not only wealthy but connected. Her callers included the movers and shakers of the society.

After she had finished eating, we planned for our movement for the following day. First, she had an appointment to see the Minister of State for Petroleum.

After that, she would be seeing the Director General in the same Ministry. The day after that day, she would be meeting some business partners and managers. So, she had a busy schedule.

We chatted on other matters thereafter. She did most of the talking, revealing some of her private matters. I was the good listener that was making the appropriate interjections and responses.

About seven p.m, she asked if I could help her to massage her feet. I answered in the affirmative. She went to her bag and brought a lotion.

'I usually use this lotion to massage the legs.'
'No, problem, mummy.' I collected the lotion from her. She placed her legs on the sofa while I sat next to her feet. I had helped Enny to massage her thighs and back in the past, so, I was not strange to doing this kind of thing.

I rubbed the lotion on my palms and ran my hands over her legs. She closed her eyes and I imagined what was going on in her mind.

I did the massaging to the best of my ability, from her knees to her ankles and the feet.

'That was good,' she commented. 'You did it like a professional.'

'Well, I just tried in my little way.'

'You did very well.' She smiled and nodded as she sat up on the sofa . 'I want to ask you a personal question.'

I smiled too. 'You can ask any question, mummy.'

'Have you had a sugar mummy before?'

The smile on my face became a grimace. What a question! Had her daughter not asked something quite similar to that before? Then, I had parried it. This time around, I must answer it.

I shook my head. 'No, I've never had the experience.'

She smiled again. 'Do you really see me as your sugar mummy?'

The question came like a whiplash. Why was she asking all these? What did she herself take me for? Ever since she mentioned intimacy, had we really been intimate?

Did she herself not set the bar on how far things could go? Was she just teasing me or was she playing on my emotion?

'I don't see you as sugar mummy, or anything close to that,' I blurted out. 'Rather I see you as my benefactor.'

She nodded as if that was the answer she expected.

‘If you have the opportunity of having a sugar mum, will you shy away from it?'

I was surprised again. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say.

She chucked. 'Can you honestly answer that question?'

I opened my mouth but the words got stuck.

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She chucked. 'Can you honestly answer that question?'

I opened my mouth but the words got stuck.

She tapped the sofa she was sitting on. 'Come over here.'

I went to sit by her side. I was so close to her that our shoulders were almost rubbing.

'I don’t really need explanation to do,’ she continued. ‘All I can say is that human beings will always need physiological and emotional needs.

Ever since you started as Sophia’s lesson teacher, I’ve been having that feeling. I tried to suppress it, but the more I tried, the more difficult it becomes. Now, I believe I’ve got to that point where there’s no need for any pretense again.'

I found what she was saying incredible. I wished she was just pulling my legs, but something told me she was dead serious. My heart continued to beat fast.

'I’m not forcing anything on you,' she continued. ‘It all depends on what you want, but let me state clearly that the whole idea of employing as my P.A is to make you be close to me and for me to achieve that emotional need. It doesn’t stop your relationship with your lady, of course. Go ahead with her. You will only have to please me on demand.’

Wild thoughts were going on in my mind. Enny and Edith were right after all. Enny was skeptical about my working for the madam, while Edith categorically stated that the madam’s intention was to seduce me. How right they were!

Her voice interrupted my thoughts. 'Alex, I must commend your effort, so far. You have been upright, hardworking and decent. Keep it up.'

I finally found my voice. 'Thank you, madam, I mean, mummy.'

She smiled and held my hand. 'I however want more from you. Yes, I want more than just a hard-working and diligent personal assistant. Will you be able to fulfill all my needs?'

What could I say now? I felt I was probably in a dreamland.

'Are you surprised to hear all these from me?' she asked, as if she was reading my mind.

I nodded vigorously. 'Yes, I am.'

'Don't be. Life is always full of surprises. What we should yearn for are pleasant surprises. I’m waiting for you to answer my question.'

I breathed in deeply. My mind went to Enny. How would she feel if she eventually got to know that I was having sensuous affairs with Madam B?

Was I not in a tight corner as things were? Saying No would mean automatically losing my job. At the same time, it was difficult to say no.

Thankfully, 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 soon for a four-week vacation.'

I could only nod.

‘There’s no time to waste,’ she went on. ‘Your answer is either yes or no. so?’

She stared at me expectantly. I could hardly look into her eyes. I remained stiff where I sat. she could see me complete uneasiness and she smiled to ease the situation.

‘Alright, this is how we would do it. If your answer is no, go downstairs right away. You will have to book a room for yourself. If your answer is yes, then, remain where you are.’

I sighed. I would tow the tough part, I decided. I would be a hero; I would be a man. I decided to remain where I was.

A minute passed.

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I sighed. I would tow the tough part, I decided. I would be a hero; I would be a man. I decided to remain where I was.

A minute passed.

‘Good boy, Alex,’ she finally said, smiling. ‘That’s how to be a man. Now, come over here and prove yourself to be a real man’

I suddenly grinned as I moved to her. Henceforth, I decided, I would satisfy all her needs.

That evening, madam and I slept on the same bed. I had been able to satisfy all her needs, so to say. Sexually, she was not demanding. Initially, I found it so awkward to be making love to an older woman but I soon adjusted my mind to it.

Was she not beautiful and desirable? Had I not proved myself to a macho man the way I grounded her on the bed and pounded her?

Despite all my reservations, I found it very exciting and exhilarating to be very intimate with her. We finally slept off about midnight. I didn’t wake up until few minutes to seven. I went to the adjoining bathroom where 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’am,' I greeted.

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

I smiled. It was fantastic with her, I thought. 'Very fine.'

She smiled too. Some minutes later, she took her bath. She then chose 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. '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.

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

'Thank you.'

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

'Okay, mummy.'

I ordered for the light breakfast. 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.'

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. Even at her age, she really looked sexy in that outfit.

She sat on the sofa and stretched her legs.

'Wow, what a day,' she exclaimed. 'Can you help with some massaging again?'

I grinned. 'it will be with all pleasure, madam. 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. ‘It must be the work.’

She raised the back of the t-shirt she wore. She was certainly braless.

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