“How old are you?”
“I am 25 years old and I graduated three years ago,” I replied her without looking up.
Pretty, fashionable, and with her perfume taking over the atmosphere, I wondered what she was doing in the office—she should have been on the fashion runway modeling lovely clothes and shoes!
“My name is Martha and I am going to be your supervisor in this department. You can take this note to the human Resource Manager and let her help you do the necessary documentations,” she said and handed over a note to me from across the table.
She is so young too. I felt a sense of joy as I walked to the HR manager’s office. At last, I have a job with a good salary package in a courier company in the city. By the time I was through at the Human Resource office, I was tired and needed to eat.
“Go and get your meal ticket for lunch,” the manager told me.
“So, how long have you been unemployed after graduation,” came that voice again when I sat down to eat at the staff canteen.
I looked up and saw Ms Martha who walked up to my table and sat down.
“I was told you came to eat and I decided checking up on you,” she said and ordered for water.
I was shy and almost didn’t eat because she was present.
“You’d better eat and lets work out how we are going to start with your schedules tomorrow,” she said as she sipped some water from the cup in her hand.
I ate my meal and listened while she narrated her experience on her first day at work. It was fun talking with her and I felt relaxed. I knew working with Ms Martha was going to be a great experience.
“You have to call me on the phone me before leaving home so that I can pick you on my way to work since we will be seeing some clients before heading for the office later in the day,” she instructed me.
My first day at work was quite pleasurable and I looked forward to the next day. Of course, I was picked by my supervisor on my way to work as promised. We had meetings with some clients and later headed for the office.
Ms Martha was a free spirited person and I observed how she handled some clients—they all did her biddings and we closed many deals that fetched the company millions of naira in my first month.
“You are a good boy and my spirit works well with you,” she told me after two months of working with her.
“Thanks ma,” I replied excitedly.
She took care of my needs and made sure I had enough money from those business transactions. She would buy shirts, ties and other things for me to look good and very presentable for those meetings.
In no time, I became the envy of many of my colleagues who grumbled that I was moving faster than what was expected of a new intake to the company.
In fact, by the time I marked my first anniversary in the company, I got a promotion and Ms Martha also became the Head of the Marketing department when the American who occupied the office became sick and was flown abroad for treatment.
I enjoyed immensely from her generosity—I got a personal car, I got a company car too. Ms Martha and I travelled together on business tours that fetched me huge funds. Life was good and I knew she was God-sent.
Then, I clocked 27, marked my second work anniversary, wanted to celebrate with my boss as usual and headed to her office after the close of work that day.
Ms Martha demanded that I drove with her in her car and we drove to her home. It wasn’t the first time I’d be doing so. Her mum and domestic staff lived with her and I had become a part of the family.
But then, this particular day, there was nobody at home. “My mum has gone to see my younger sister and my cook is off work today,” she said as we walked in and none came out to welcome us as usual.
I sat in the well furnished living room and fiddled with the TV remote control.
“Patrick, come and help lift this box,” came Ms Martha’s voice from the kitchen.
Of course, I quickly stood up and walked towards the kitchen to help her.
“Ha!” I said and stood at the entrance. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk again. I just stood and gazed at the most beautiful naked body I hadn’t seen in my life. Ms Martha looked like a goddess. The bright fluorescent bulb in the kitchen shone on her polished skin. Her perky breasts invited me. She had shove off the pubic hair on her private part and she looked so innocent. She still had her make-up and those red lips summoned me.
“Come, Patrick,” she said softly and walked towards me.
I didn’t move. Neither did I talk. All I could remember was Ms Martha kneeling down before me and removing my trousers. I was no longer in this world…..
To Be Continued.