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Interestingly, Mike suggests that if I'm interested, he can link me with Njoki . Apparently he's close to her. But I have to put up my A-game he advices. Despite having no prior interest, I am up for the challenge. I give Mike the permission to facilitate things.
On Monday morning I get a Whatsapp message:
"Hey, this is Njoki Chege from Nation. I was given your number by Mike. So what's up?"
I tense a little, but my cool remains. I go on to initiate the bold response.
"Yea. Hi Njoki. It's Etemesi, from Ghafla. I wanna take you out."
Message read (blue ticks), but then I don't get a response.
One hour later, she responds
"Where do you wanna take me and when?"
I hate ladies who take long to respond so I am a bit pissed off when this text arrives but I reply anyway.
"Lepalanka, tomorrow night at 8 pm."
A Smiley comes through. A happy smiley, followed by a text
"Wow. Okay. So will you pick me up at Nation Centre?"
"Yes…..definately" I assure her
"Okay I'll be waiting for you. See you tomorrow night." She responds before going offline without a warning.
As it would with any guy, this conversation sparks excitement within me, kinds like an ocha kid who is playing on a bouncing castle for the first time in their life. I'll definitely need to pick her up in style.
I immediately holla at my big bro Hudson. He runs a Car hire company.
"Hey bro, I need a nice car for tomorrow night. Which ones are available? "
"Most of the cars have been booked but there's a Subaru and Noah.", Hudson grumbles.
"No….no…no. I am taking a really special lady out and to be honest she doesn't love Subarus. And I surely can't take a lady out driving a Noah ." I say with a disappointed tone.
So my bro refers me to his other car dealer friend Omosh, who luckily has a BMW on standby. Perfect,
On Tuesday afternoon, Omosh drives the car to me in town. I leave work early and drive home to prepare. I tidy up the house, take a quick shower before putting on my new tailored suit. The result? I end up looking like a secret service agent or probably a KGB spy at a gala in Prague.
At around 7 pm, I leave for town . There is plenty of traffic but I manage to arrive at Nation Centre by 7:50 pm. 10 minutes early isn't bad – a true gentleman of this age. I call Njoki and inform her that I am outside her offices, in my blue BMW. I then step outside and pretend to be making business phone calls.
Minutes, later, soft fingers tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see a fine a$s mamii standing next to me, smiling. She doesn't introduce herself and she looks prettier than the Njoki I've seen one or two times in pictures but it's all good. Delicious is the best word to describe her cuisine-like appearance. . We hug before I open the door for her.
With dazzling effect, Njoki steps into the car with style and glamour, placing one leg slowly before the next as if to showcase her fine flesh. Her red patent leather stiletto heel s seem to caress her pretty feet as she moves.
I rush to the driver's seat and get in. Before I start the engine, I issue a compliment.
"You look like a goddess Njoki!"
She blushes. Her sigh is heavy, yet there's a tremble of eager energy there too.
"Well, thank you, you look more superb than I expected ." She counters.
Uuum…Isorait. Perhaps she underestimated my flair.
As I drive to Lepalanka, I can't help but stare at Njoki's thighs. My dirty mind is quickly rifling through a long list of possibilities. This is the woman that has caused men so much trouble, now I am a few hours away from scoring. ''I will devour her like a beast tonight, until she calls her ancestors for help", the evil voice in my head brags.
At Lepalanka, the date proceeds with no glitch. We talk about plenty of things in the midst of munching fish and sipping red wine. She eats too fast though. By her responses, I can tell she's impressed. Maybe it's the BMW. Or maybe it's my CV. But she doesn't seem as smart as I thought she'd be. Maybe she's reserving her genius for later. Only in my mind I know there won't be later. When I am done with her tonight, there won't be a next time.
She goes on to say how I am the only writer she sees as a competitor. She further claims how we are similar, something I highly doubt. My interest in what she say has diminished. Now I just want what she has to offer. The song 'Sekem…sekem……open your legs', plays in my mind
At around 11 pm we leave for my place. I drive my hired German machine faster than 'The Stig' on Top Gear because I am dying to get in those pants.
"You can touch me if you want. Don't be afraid, " she purrs. She's blunt and to the point. Her voice tickles my ear like a wet tongue. It's sweet and irresistible, like cream and honey
The invitation comes off as unexpected and despite the fact that I never engage in VDA (vehicle Displays Of Affection), the invitation piques my interest. I am quick to place my hand on her thighs. Her breasts push obscenely against the fabric of her dress and I catch a glimpse of how her nipples are constricted and hard. She sucks her index finger and the kinky sight makes me press my foot hard on the gas even harder.
Even as I remain jovial, knowing the naughty plans I've set in motion, I can feel that palpable restlessness inside me too. My senses are revved and humming. My anticipation for her brings me to a near breaking point.
We arrive at my apartment at exactly midnight. I zoom the car to the parking lot. . But before I even open the door, she pounces on me with smooches and cuddles.
Damn – she's just as aggressive in person as she is in her articles. But car action won't go down well with the watchman and the neighbors so I open the door and carry her to my doorstep. She's impressed by my sheer strength and determination. I fumble with the keys as I struggle to open the door. From a distance, the watchman Wanyama is looking at us funny .
"I want you so bad", she says
Her eyes are dark and the heat in her words is undeniable as the energy between us intensifies. I make quick work of the clothing she's wearing. Her dress comes off over her head and is tossed to the floor. I catch delicious glimpses of her wondrous body in the shadows, the fine muscles of her skin flexing beneath as her panties come off
Justice is what I serve her. I leave no asset untouched. For several hours in the night I pound on that punani in a way unseen before. (Top don) .4 am in the morning is when we both retire to sleep in tedium. There's no doubt, we'll both have to call in sick when the sun rises. As I watch her hair spread itself across the pillows and her body plunge into deep slumber i still can't believe I conquered the one and only Njoki Chege. I feel like Alexander The Great. A true emperor.
At around 8 am, I wake up to call my boss and tell him I won't be coming to work. But just before I do that, a Whatsapp message from Mike comes through
"How was the night bro?" he inquires
"it was super epic man. II can't believe I finally nailed her."
"Uum. Sorry bro. That isn't Njoki Chege. I did a prank on you. I actually didn't believe you'd fall for it" Mike replies before tagging a hundred smileys of laughter along
"What do you mean she isn't Njoki Chege" I ask with raging fury
" She's a high-end hooker. You know the escorts? I paid her to impersonate Njoki Chege since she looks just like her. I thought you'd notice. Glad you didn't" Mike raves on
"Why would you do that man?" my rage-o-meter continues to rise
"Check your calendar bro,. Happy April Fools Day. You just smashed a hooker! LOL"
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