SISTER MARY

4

              NICE TO MEET YA

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"Are you sure this Tarum is working right?" Mary asked. "This dude looks nothing like a virgin."

Chioma frowned and peered into the orb again. "The Tarum doesn't lie Mary, if it says he is a virgin, then he is... Woah, girl just look at that big dick." She looked at the masturbating dude then back to Mary. "If you don't want him, can I have him."

"I didn't say I didn't want him, just surprised that a guy, with a great body like that and-"

"Don't forget the fine dick," Chioma added wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

Mary frowned and smacked her head. "Just surprised he is still a virgin." She completed her sentence.

"Ow!" Chioma moaned rubbing her head. "Anyways, are you going to work on him tonight?"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"What do you mean by 'No'?"

"What else can someone mean by No? Do you want to hear it in Spanish?"

"Yes."

"Still No."

"Yes."

"We could go on this forever Chioma and I don't have time for this, so can you kindly get out."

"Is that anyway to treat a visitor? You know sometimes I feel like you keep me around just to use me."

"Sometimes?"

"I am never speaking to you again," Chioma said offended and she dissapeared immediately.

Mary sighed and jumped on her bed, closing her eyes as she relaxed into the comfort it gave. Chioma was like a pet, all she had to do was get her a treat and all would be forgiven.

~~~

Mary walked up to the receptionist behind the desk since she was the only one in the small room. She was putting on a black gown, it was really tight  and hugged her body, showing  her defined curves, it had a low neck in the chest area, revealing the fair part of her cleavage to the world.

The receptionist was busy typing quickly at her phone screen, she had a gum in her mouth which she chewed really loudly, it irked Mary, but she pushed the feeling aside. "Good afternoon," Mary greeted with a smile.

The lady raised her head making Mary flinch back a little, the makeup on the her face reminded Mary of a wannabe clown. The lady's face was scrunched in irritation and it did nothing at all to help her facial look. "Yes?" She asked in a harsh tone. "How can I help you?"

Mary raised an annoyed brow at that, but still smiled as she kept it in. "I'm here to see Mr..." Mary cleared her throat. "Dr Ikechukwu Okeke."

"He's busy," She told Mary and went back to her phone.

Mary twisted her palms in a angry fist and sucked the air in through gritted teeths producing a hissing sound. "Fine," she said. "I will wait for him."

She walked to one of the waiting chairs and took a seat, tapping her fingers on a thigh as she waited. Few minutes later a woman came rushing in.

"Beatrice Beatrice!" The woman greeted as she walked in. The receptionist, Beatrice, raised her head up, a smile on her face as she heard the familiar voice of her friend.

"Madam cash, Madam cash," Beatrice greeted, her clown face in a full grin. "It's been long oo."

"Abi, I traveled to Togo to..." Her voice faded off when she saw Mary, then she glanced back at Beatrice. "You know na."