My first day at work was eventful. It coincided with the 48th birthday of my boss, Ben Nwanko, an inspiringly successful entrepreneur who combines good looks with gaudy fashion sense. We had enough to eat and drink. But even in the midst of merry making, Mr Ben was busy working. As his new confidential secretary, I was serially engaged with typing and packaging of draft mails. Every time I entered his office, my eyes always feasted on his broad chest, bright cheeks and bristly chin. I had to constantly control my amorous feelings and lecherous longings for my boss. Anyway, I tried hard not to betray my emotions.
Otherwise, it would be a scandal to be crushing on my boss less than 48 hours after assumption of office as his secretary. Truly, he was my crush.
I masked my feelings all the way or so I thought. But to my utmost delight, Mr Ben asked me to wait for him one evening, after close of work. I thought he wanted to date me. I was thrilled. My imagination went berserk.
I imagined that my boss kissed me on the couch, quietly undressed me and dipped his fingers in my pussy. Then, I heard a loud bang on my table. I woke up from my trance.
” Victoria” Mr Ben called out to me. I rushed to his office. He offered me a seat but I opted to stand. My heart raced rapidly. ” Will he ask me out?” Many more questions crossed my mind. He kept quiet for some time while he flipped through some files. His silence heightened my anxiety.
Finally, he spoke: ” Victoria, I want to advise you to comport yourself very well if you want to enjoy your stay in this office… I have never dated my secretary or any of my staff. I won’t start with you. Please steer clear and concentrate on your work” I thanked him and promised not to do anything to the contrary. As I turned round to exit, he summarised his sermon thus “Don’t flaunt your curves in my office, It will only earn you sex and sack”
Despite this stern warning, I still continued to fantasise about my boss. I stepped up my game with seductive dresses and deliberate exposure of my cleavages. Especially when I learnt that he wasn’t married, having been separated from his first wife. I was determined to make him fall in love with me. I know him to be a Casanova not such a disciplinarian as he spoke.
My chance came two weeks later. He was slightly ill and asked me to bring some documents to his house. It was on a Wednesday. I prepared pepper soup and jolof rice with chicken. I took everything to him. He was elated and his appreciation, profound.
I went to his kitchen to fetch plates and cutleries. I had to take off my suit, leaving only a camisole that let out my heaving breasts. I caught him staring at my bum. I knew he would abandon his creed.
After the meal, he wanted me. I could see his dick, galloping behind his pyjamas. I became wet. He went inside his room. While washing the dishes in the kitchen, he came, kissed my neck and caressed my nipples. My hands were shaky. I dropped the sponge and faced my boss. He had stepped out of his pyjamas. His dick dangled aggressively. I kissed him as he rolled up my mini skirt. I wore a pink g-string. He pinned me to the kitchen cabinet and made love to me. I was excessively wet. I screamed as he pounded me with frenetic thrusts.
From the kitchen, we moved to the bedroom. We had another round. Then, we slept off.
Mr Ben didn’t show up for the rest of the week. So, I visited him on Sunday. He welcome me warmly. Again, we had sex. And I was convinced that our relationship had taken off to a refreshing start. I wrong.
The next morning, I got a letter from the admin department. I was sacked!
I remembered the conversation I had with Mr. Ben and his words reechoed ” Don’t flaunt your curves …It will only earn you sex and sack” I walked way. I got an alert of two hundred thousand naira from him later in the evening.
I was at home, jobless and hopeless, for three months.
I got another job through a friend who introduced to me Chief Madu, the Regional Manager of a multinational logistics company. While the company’s head office is in Lagos, Madu was in charge of the entire South East operating from Enugu. Working with Chief Madu, as confidential secretary, was fun and the company, well structured. The pay, far better than where I was sacked. But I had to sit for a confirmation test after three months. I failed the first test. I had to wait for another three months for a repeat. The fear of not getting confirmed affected my concentration on the job. That was how my ordeal with Chief Madu started. He invited me to his office one evening and allayed my fears. As I was about stepping out of his office, he beckoned unto me to sit on his lap. I declined. He stood up and hugged me tightly. He kissed me and rummage through my under wears till he hit my clit. I moaned heavily. He lay me on the couch, unbuckled his belt and brought out his erect manhood. We had a quickie. Thereafter, he successfully manipulated the process and got me confirmed without the test. We began a strangely intimate relationship. His family is in Lagos. We are virtually living together here in Enugu. Three years into our affairs, I was getting anxious about getting married. But Chief wouldn’t allow me a breathing space. He calls me his second wife. Eventually, I got pregnant and had baby girl for him, though unknown to his wife.
Barely a year after I had my daughter, Chief had an accident on his way to Lagos. After six months in the hospital, he returned to work with partial paralysis.
I didn’t realise the full implications of being partially paralysed. Apart from limping and needing a walking aid, he also became impotent. Technically, I’m not married to him. Just his side chic. He is 63, married with 4 children. I’m 34 and still looking good. And I want to get married and start a new life. But even with his condition, Chief Madu is still holding tenaciously to me, saying he wants to marry me legally as his second wife. How can I marry a man with proven impotence? He has nothing to lose. His wife and children are in Lagos.
I’m seriously considering resignation with a view to relocating to another state. But he monitors my movements and checks my phone. I’m stressed and confused.
