Securing The Bag (The Lagos Hustle)

Taking Control

:::::::::::JECINCTA

I battled with my nerves through out the 30 minute drive to the hotel. By the time we arrived, l had managed to regain some of my earlier confidence. I thanked his driver for the ride and greeted the hotel clerk, who informed me with a knowing smile that my host was waiting in the penthouse. During the elevator ride up, I popped open my first two buttons. I didn't have a clear cut plan in my head and I didn't need one. Things would flow naturally, I was confident.

He was drinking a glass of wine, watching football highlights on the screen when I let myself in. I noticed he looked tired, really tired. This was the very first time we were seeing during the week. He always seemed so relaxed and in charge during the weekends, but now he looked stressed, like he had something big on his mind. He was still in his suit pants and inner white tee. His shirt and tie were sprawled on the 3-seater couch. I wondered what exactly it was he did for a living. He always brushed it aside whenever I asked, apart from telling me he collected interesting things. Fifi still thought he was a bank ceo. I glanced at the jacket on the floor....that was more plausible.

"Hey darling.." I was pleased to notice his face brighten considerably when he saw me. His eyes didn't look so tired anymore as lust replaced fatigue in a heartbeat.

"Jessy, I can't believe how pleased I am to see you. I had a terrible day.." he sulked a bit as he ogled me with his eyes.

I wasn't wearing much and that was the idea. A vintage t shirt tied in a knot over my belly. The only visible buttons were undone and there was nothing beneath it, so the curve of my breast heaved with every breath, threatening to burst out the excuse of a shirt completely. Bum shots and gladiator sandals completed my look. I knew i had fresh killer legs and I knew it drove him crazy.

"Oh, you're just too damn sexy..." He tossed back the rest of his drink and began peeling off his tee with lightening speed.

I stopped him. "Go take a shower first baby, when you're done i'll give you the best time" Like an obedient child he skipped off to the bathroom and was out in about 7 minutes toweling himself and grinning. "I must say I don't really know what got into you tonight but I'm loving....what's this?"

I had gotten the duve and bedspread from the room and spread it on the floor.

"Lie down honey, let me give you a massage and maybe you tell me why your day was so terrible."

I had brought the oils and lotions with me. Fifi had thought me the sensual act of the nuru-erotic massage, and I was thankful for that.

Mr D smiled and let the towel drop to the floor. He was already semi-hard.

I giggled, "Try not to get so big yet, you're lying on your front first okay?"

"Okay mami i'll try" He had such a gleam in his eyes, I knew I was going to enjoy this.

I poured a generous amount of oil on his back and rubbed it in gently. I started from between his shoulder blades, to his shoulders, down to his arms then up again to his shoulders, then down his back, gently rubbing, kneading and caressing. I literally felt his muscles loosen beneath my hands and he gave a relaxing sigh of contentment. "oh this feels so good....oooooooh......"

"you like it baby?" "Yes" "Good"

After a while, "tell me about your day, what happened?"

He didn't even hesitate. "Its my boss, he's crazy, I've wanted to quit long ago but he won't let me."