Yoruba Demon,a story by tobilionaire

Chapter 6

Mama eyes stayed glued to the screen like
phlegm would a surface, my impulse wanted to
pause or switch the TV off but I didn't and went
back to my workstation at one corner of the
palour.
I watched her with the corner of my eyes as she
sat on the edge of the chair and concentrate on
the movie like the answers to her final exams
paper lays in there.
'This is trouble' I thought, my landladys only
daughter in my apartment, watching Gannicus
hump two Roman beauties his Dominus had
gifted him for another glorious victory in the
gladiator battle arena, what an awkward situation
to be in.
To make matters worse she was revealingly
dressed in a black armless crop top with no sign
of bra underneath, her big breast struggling with
the wooly fabric and her midriff showing a nicely
positioned navel.
I swallowed hard trying to yank my eyes off her,
but on the contrary my vision soon roved further
down and was greeted with sight of thick smooth
ebony thighs, a red shiny leather mini skirt barely
covering anything.
" Seems you are into erotic movies" she said
without looking back
" it's not erotic, it's Spartacus and I'm in it for
the blood and blades, if you are squimish look
away"
" Hmmm, I guess " she replied still not looking
back and watching with keen interest.
" What do you mean you guess? " I questioned,
not enjoying how the conversation is headed.
" I mean it's unnecessary for a young rich
handsome guy like you with ladies at your beck
and call to be watching a porn or soft erotics
when you could easily act yours "
" What! Where the hell did that come from! "
bewildered she's practically flirting and hitting on
me.
" I'm not blind Bayo, I can't say the same about
you though? " she muttered, glancing back this
time.
I tried to process her last statement in my head
pondering if she actually mean what I thought it
was, now you don't go into a sleeping lions den
and touch it's tail, expecting it not to attack.
I was rarified, I stood up and as I ambled nearer,
goose bumps blanketed her arm straying to her
hands, I smiled ' this one came ready' my
eviction notice letter can come early for all I
care, it's show time.
I closed the distance between us and stroked
her arms, smiling and locked her eyes in a stare,
that was all it took, she had wanted me for days
and now her wish was granted, I took her right
there on the sofa and I'm sure Gannicus himself
was green with envy.
Since then she has always sneaked in at every
opportunity, even when her mother came back
from London to give a nigga some Sushi.
I snapped out of my reverie and told Mama I
never saw her text, explaining I was out of town
and tired. She rolled her eyes and promise to
come over later at night but I declined and told
her I needed to rest, she mumbled some
incoherent words and walked away, disappointed.
Thank God her mother was around, this one
cleaves unto me, I had to practically drag her
downstairs on a particular day I was expecting
Nike, ever since we did the do, she had wanted
to be exclusive, it amuses me how these girls
think, even the working class ones that supports
their affection with gifts haven't seen such luxury
from me, to top it all she's a nymphet and a
selfish one at that, if it wasn't for her big water
melons and the proximity between us I would
have chased her easily, but the softness of
those twins can make a dead mans groin active.
I went in and took my bath, laid down to rest and
my mind drifted back to Sades issue, I wondered
what could have been wrong with her, after
having such a mind blowing experience how do
you just switch off like that, 'only women could
do this' I shook my head at their craziness and
unpredictability.
I had wanted to call her but decided against it,
remembering by acknowledging a petty problem
you give it existence and credibility, the less
interest you reveal a woman the more superior
you become.
Most women wants to be shown affection which
is good and obtainable of course, but can they
handle it? Absolutely not, they are quick to
mistake care for weakness, they begin to ask for
too much, if you don't control it quickly you will
soon find yourself tied to their wrapper, bending
to every of their will.
I have always been on top of my game and Sade
wouldn't change that even though I felt a tinge
of thing for her, still doesn't change the fact
that, I've got broads all over this city and it still
boils down to one thing, sexual satisfaction every
other perks that comes with your body is a
bonus.
I picked up my laptop and set to work, all play
and no work makes me a broke boy, it's been
two days since I had touched it, even though I
was keeping tabs on the Telegraphic wire
transfer I was expecting on my phone, still
doesn't mean I need to fully relax, I could at
least hustle and make a couple of thousands
before the big money arrives, it will surely arrive.
The screen of the HP Envy illuminated the room
and flooded my face, my eyes flickered a bit
before it adjust to the brightness of the light.
I went to work, checked my emails, drew out a
couple of contacts from the replies I got as
potential clients and ordered a gift to be
delivered for my major man, he's going to be
elated to receive something just the same day I
will be getting the wire transfer he sent, one
good turn deserves another they say.
I continued browsing aimlessly after finishing my
task and my phone vibrated, ringing out loud on
the sofa, I stood up and sauntered towards it,
coming to an abrupt stop on seeing the caller ID,
my hands became shaky, sweats streaming out
of my pores, dumbfounded and confused, "
Jesus! How the hell is this possible? " I muttered
timorously, unsure of my next action.

My eyes blinked severally again, I didn't know
whether I was dreaming or what I'm seeing is
real, Ryan Howard, my major client is calling my
direct personal number.
How he got it completely left me stunned, the
call disconnected before I could even get a grasp
of myself and just as I was about to brainstorm
on the next line of action, the phone starts
ringing again.
" Bull poo! " I said angrily, punching my white
leathered sofa out of reflex. I watched the phone
ring contemplating on what to do rather than
how Ryan got my number.
Then it all came back rushing to me, my eyes lit
up at the realization and became red with rage.
It's Sandra, that bitch is a snake I should have
taken her threat seriously.
Sandra is my friend and business partner until
she started mixing business with pleasure, she
practically and cunningly worked her way into my
bed, and with someone like me, as long as you
are pretty and intelligent getting me to eat from
your honeypot is as easy as cooking noodles.
Sandra had been introduced to me by a friend
who was in the game like me, she has one of the
most beautiful voice on planet earth and her
American accent that has been acquired from
spending early childhood years in the US was
what made her the total package on what I
needed when I met Ryan and had to do a voice
call with him.
So that was it, the first time Ryan had spoken
with her, he had completely fallen and all the
walls the man had put up came crashing after
that day, a year down the line, I had conned him
money running into hundreds of thousands in
dollars.
I tried as much as possible to keep the
relationship platonic with Sandra, but she soon
mistook my kindness and benevolence for
something else, I had wanted to appreciate her
skills and contribution to my success with Ryan
and had thrown her a birthday party and that was
the beginning of our affair, she had just broken
up with her boyfriend then and little did I know
she had an eye for me all the while, she insisted
the party holds at her house, unknowingly to me
she had plans.
We had ate, drank, and partied that evening, my
friends and hers coming together, I should have
probably gone with one of my girls but I didn't
just to respect her, that was my greatest
undoing, right there in the party she had laid
claim to me in the middle of her thanksgiving
speech and gave me one of the longest kiss in
my life amidst cheers from the crowd, it all
happened so fast and I was lost in trance,
dumbfounded and completely shocked.
I shrugged it off as a drunkenness act due to her
high consumption of wine that evening, but I
soon realized I'm in a deeper mess.
Soon everyone began leaving and I had wanted
to leave too, Sandra began acting all mushy,
tugging onto my arms and her hazel eyes staring
into mine.
" okay I'll stay few minutes more and then will
leave " I had kept saying still it was just us alone
in her apartment.
I was tipsy as well by now so i relaxed a bit on
her couch as she walked into her room, my eyes
trailed her movement and settled on her portable
firm ass and my thoughts began betraying me '
what's the big deal if you date Sandra?' the voice
in my head screamed.
I have always admired Sandra, who wouldn't? An
intelligent, matured, sexy, exposed lady from a
middle class family.
Her father a neurosurgeon in Texas and her mom
a top lecturer in one of the prestigious university
in Nigeria. Sandy is not a kind of girl that would
be a financial burden to a man and she's well
exposed to know my playboy nature is what I'm
all about, I'm sure she just want to have fun, I
had thought.
I continued to reassure myself exploiting a
chance with her is only going to further
strengthen our bond as friends and partners,
forgetting the standards I had set in the first
place had a reason.
She soon reappeared from the room, she had
changed from the Lilac Chanel dress I had
gotten her, all her ensembles are gone too, save
for her nose ring which I believe she never
removes.
Her face was make up free and she looked even
more beautiful and smelled of expensive shower
cream.
She was naturally fair and was dressed in a
Realmadrid Jersey top she had stolen from my
closet the last time she came, it wasn't really
stolen because I knew she took it.
Her sexiness more evident in the oversized white
Jersey and a storm of lust overwhelmed me, I've
always had a fetish for my girls wearing my
clothes, especially my favorite team strip.
" Bee, do you care for some cake? " she called
me by a nick she gave me, her voice sweet and
adenoidal.
" ugh hmm, yeah, that's fine " I found my voice
saying against my will, the image of Sandra
messing with me and making me say things I
didn't mean.
Apart from the Jersey that went below her
crotch by some inches, all that is left are
beautiful fair smooth laps and I shifted
uncomfortably in my seat.
The temptation that night was too much and I
soon found myself making out with Sandra on
the bed in her bedroom.
That marked the beginning of an end to a
beautiful friendship. At first it was cool, in fact
that same night In her room she dialed Ryan's
number and worked her magic with him and the
next day, my email received a MTCN I never
even asked or planned for.
Few months later Sandy was asking for and
exclusive relationship, in fact she almost made
me lose friends, I could barely hang out with the
boys, she was all up in my business, determining
what I do and shouldn't do, she cunningly and
forcefully turned my place into hers and had the
extra keys.
It was like a nightmare, the only good part is
that I was making money twice as fast as I do in
the past, she took it upon herself to make the
clients trust and love beyond imagination, I was
the king of romance scam among my syndicate.
It was like Sandy had honey in her voice and the
impossible becomes possible when she speaks
with the clients.
Then the unexpected happened Sandy got
pregnant and wanted to keep it, that was when
my eyes finally opened, I have been hooked!