STORY: Servicing the client

I felt a little nervous as I knocked on the door to his office. His secretary had simply directed me to go in but I was more comfortable with waiting for him to actually permit me to.

"Come in," I heard him call out. I plastered a smile on my face while wiping my sweaty palms on my dark blue pencil skirt as I walked in to take a seat opposite him.

Mr Obi looked younger than I had imagined. My uncle made it seem like they were old friends so I assumed they would be about the same age but Mr Obi looked a little younger. In his 40's, I thought, if I had to guess.

I tried to navigate my thoughts. This was the first real client I had to deal with since I started working at the bank. I had endured weeks of training and learned what I could about the Marketing department of the bank. I had listened to advice from others on the best way to relate with clients. Now, all I needed to do to secure my job was to make sure I am able to convince as many people as possible to use the bank and deposit a set amount of money at the end of each month. I was advised by colleagues to focus on wealthy clients. This meant I did not have to spend time going after so many people to reach that amount. I could simply pick and choose a few who were able and affluent enough to make a deposit up to the required target.

I started with my uncle. He owned one of the largest Paint companies in Nigeria and he gladly signed on to the bank, making his own deposit. I asked if he could introduce me to his other 'rich' friends and he gave me a few names. Mr Obi was the first I visited.

He seemed pleasant enough and quite friendly. I spent a few minutes pitching the banking benefits and other perks that came with signing with us. He nodded along and even filled the forms I gave him.

"Thank you, sir," I said, collecting the forms back.

"Oh, no problem at all, my dear. Just come around tomorrow, the cheque will be ready for you to pick up."

I was a little disappointed at this. I had hoped I would get it all cleared out today. I shrugged off the feeling. With the amount he was depositing, it would make things a lot less stressful for me. Hell, I was almost reaching my target for that month with his money.

I returned the next day, this time, dressed in a plain red gown.

"All you bankers and money ehn.." He joked when I entered his office. "Don't worry, you will get your cheque. First I would like to take you out to lunch for all your troubles."

After a moment's hesitation, I agreed. A few minutes later, I was sitting beside him in the backseat of his jeep, heading to wherever 'lunch' was. During the journey, he rested a hand on my thigh. I shifted, shrugging the hand off then he looked at me.

"What is it, my dear?"

I shook my head, deciding silence might be my best bet. "Nothing,"

"Good." He said, shifting closer to me and putting his hand on my thighs again. I let it rest there.

I was not naive. I suspected it might come to something like this but I had hoped that I would not have to face this for a few more months. Sometimes, I let myself wonder if I would resort to getting intimate with clients to make my job easier, but I decided to cross that bridge when I got there. I was there now. I still had no answer.

His hands gently trailed my thigh but other than that, he did not say or do anything. Eventually, we arrived at a hotel where an attendant escorted us to the restaurant. After placing our orders, Mr Obi brought out his cheque. He wrote out an amount and it was clearly double what he promised to deposit. With that, I would easily reach that month's target and make a huge headway with the next month.

After writing, he sat back on the chair. Still holding the cheque, he said, "this cheque is yours but I am not just going to give it to you. I am willing to give you, though, and even a little something extra. But you must spend the day with me."

"With you?" I asked.

"Yes. You are a very pretty girl. There is a room booked in this hotel for me. You can do the math."

I shifted uncomfortably on my seat. His offer was tempting and very hard to turn back from. But was I willing to start this way?

"Don't worry, we will still have lunch. You have until the end of the meal to make your decision." He said when the waiter brought our food.

45 minutes later, I was sitting on the hotel room bed. He was taking off his shoes and shirt while I was still dressed. Afterwards, he bent to take off my own shoes then pushed back so I was laying on the bed.

He put both hands on my thighs, moving upwards and causing my dress to ride up until he got to my panties. I was still in a haze of uncertainty when I felt him reach into the waistband of my panties. His hand moved roughly against my pubic hair, after which his finger found my entrance. He drove in immediately, pushing in and out of my pussy.

What the heck, I thought, feeling the pleasure build, I was already here, I might as well have fun and get paid.

I allowed him to push down my panties. I sat up so my dress came off and so did my bra. He grunted, reaching in to take one nipple in his mouth. I laid back, letting him, my hand placed lightly on his head. He moved on to the other, flicking his tongue in circles around my areola as he sucked on my hard nub.

My hips jerked upwards as arousal overtook me. I reached one hand down towards his trouser belt. He quickly got up and took it off, then his briefs followed. He came back to lie naked on top of me. I spread my legs, anticipating him. My pussy was now wet and his hand returned to stroking it while he sucked on my breasts.

"Sweet girl. Sweet, sweet girl," he mumbled against my breasts as he slid his finger in and out of my pussy. He was a little rough but I did not mind. I let him slip two fingers inside me and I grabbed his head, kissing him. He groaned in my mouth, still shoving his digits in and out of my soaking pussy.

I pushed up my hips again, trying to let him know I was ready. He moved his lips from mine and his hand from my cunt. He held his thick, hard cock and guided it into my pussy. I moaned out loud as he entered, meeting his thrusts as he fucked me.

He was not gentle as he entered me. He quickly started ramming hard in and out of my pussy, panting as he went. I brought down my hand to tease my clit as he did. His unbridled desire was such a turn on and I was soon thrusting back, rubbing against him just as urgently. His hands slid underneath me to grab my ass as he desperately grinded against my pussy. All angles of my pussy were being stretched and I tightened my walls on his thick dick.

I felt his cock begin to swell inside me, stretching me even more. I wrapped my legs around him, letting him fuck me very deeply. Finally, his grip on my ass tightened. It was so tight that his nails dug into me, the let go. I felt his cock give a jerk and exploded up my pussy, filling me with his cum.

I laid still, clenching around him and squeezing out his juice until it was all out of him.

He got up from me after a while to lay beside me. We said nothing to each other. He eventually got up and wrapped a towel around him. He reached into his trouser pocket for the cheque and gave it to me.

I smiled as he turned towards the bathroom. "Would you like me to come join you?"

He looked back in surprise.

Sure, I thought, as I stood up and walked naked towards him, I got what I wanted, but now I had to show my gratitude. Perhaps, I might even get a referral.