Chapter 100: Chapter 100

Chapter 100

~And so much love called on~

Gradually the door to the private room creaked open and unveiled a micro-skirt, hot-thighs, pale-skinned, lady whose face was masked with the broader pages of the news paper she was reading at the time. She was Lucy; the same lady of easy virtue that left her G-string in his pocket some days ago.

“We meet again,” her cold crisp voice said, her hand removing the newspaper from her face to reveal a heavy make-up looks.

“Lucy, you again,” Mr. Fanny yelled with his cold surprised stare shooting at her.

She crossed her inviting distracting thighs legs, tossed away the newspaper and slid out a cigar from her bag, but Mr. Fanny interrupted hastily.

“Heh, heh,” he charged and added, “No smoking in my presence.” His quarrelsome eyes said it better.

The cigar stuck between her red-glossed lips as she stared at him agape, winking and deciding with in herself to be loyal for the first time in her life. Ruthless to a fault, no man had ever charged her in such manner and escaped being cursed in return; she was that arrogant and rugged. Behold, a man that crushed her and made her believe in the game of love at first sight. Was he going to obey him? Yes of course. If there was a force behind it she couldn’t tell. But she saw herself bringing her hands to the cigar, taking it off her lips and putting it back from where it came. Smacking her lips readjusting her micro skirt which was clearly revealing her soft inner thighs, she positioned her mind to mingle and roll with one of the most disciplined and modest male inmates she had ever met since male prison inmates patronized her body. Something struck in her head: she got him barbecue and cocktail, “Yes, that reminds me I got you some food you may like,” she sounded so strange and unfamiliar even to her person. She hadn’t witnessed such prompt and instantaneous change of character while with a man. Who is this fanny? She wondered.

Mr. Fanny blushed but kept still within himself. The food offered him from prison had not only killed his taste bud but also churned his stomach with aches and heartburn. And now getting a delicacy from a dashing sweet-in-the middle diva as this could change the narrative. He studied and followed her moves and body display as she fetched the meal from a large flask into a sizeable plastic plate. Her brother was the prison head so the jail was hers- and nothing within the confines of the prison was impossible for her.

Heavy aroma of spicy roasted ram barbecue hung over the room as she advanced to Fanny with a plateful.

“Here we are,” she sounded; placing it on a sizeable side stool by the bed edge, just right in front if its consumer- Mr. Fanny. “I got you this,” she looked at him and was thrilled to behold a unique smile on his face. She hadn’t seen such smile in the shortest of time and such smile was common amongst children who had a field day to play. “Do you like it?” she asked coldly yet inquisitively.

“I am done eating it through my nose,” he replied and sucked a deep breath, which left her giggling and feeling celebrated. “Nice aroma,” he added.

“I actually prepared it” she mumbled, and watched as his forehead folded in surprise.

He shared a quick stare amongst her bright tan face and the meal. “You must be kidding me right.”

“Hell no, dear.” The tone and vocal expression of ‘dear’ on her lips was unto her a feeling packed with contentment; as though she was free from self slavery. She argued within herself the reason she called him ‘dear’ and she just realized it was the same reason behind her ability to have a day off frolicking around with men on the street, settling to a less frequented kitchen to fix barbecue for a man she just met few days ago in jail. “You know, I run a barbecue joint,” she added.

“Oh really.” He jerked his head up and down, masticating the lump in his mouth and licking his fingers of the sauce. I see, this is classic,” he groaned his praises through a mouthful of barbecue. “How do you share your time running a barbecue joint and selling your body to men?” he asked, feeling he was a bit rude with such question, but blinking out of it anyways. His hand reaching out to another lump while she explained.

She had a huge smile and then frowned briefly. “Before I got someone that stays at the joint I used to switch it. In days I won’t be available on the street I would be at the barbecue joint and vice versa,” she said and helped him to pour his cocktail.

The plate of barbecue was emptied in a matter of minute and she found herself rendering pity on Mr. Fanny who was madly hungry and might not be satisfied after all. “You must be really hungry.”

“Oh no come on.” He rubbed his stomach. “You are spoiling me; I suddenly forgot that I am a prisoner. I mean how many prisoners get to eat barbecue in a private room with an angel,” he said fondling with her hands. “Thank you so much for the food.” He added.

“You are welcome,” she replied feeling his hands on hers, burning into her as coal tar on a road. All of a sudden she felt like melting under him and shifting all her worries to him and live her dream as a proud woman whose heart was crowned with a modest stereotype man.

“What is your plan for the future? You are not going to continue being screwed by these dirty men on the street just because of money.”

She felt an inner voice trumpeting; you are my future. Where you stand is where I stand. “What would you have me do?” she asked him, her eyes falling for him with her body yearning for his warm hold; his warm grip; the energy beneath those thick chest and biceps and nothing else was enough. If only a shadow of understanding would possess him, he would realize that she had already accepted him into her life to man over it and be her lord and only lover. “Whatever decision you take that I will take. If you tell me quit being a whore, if you want my pussy to go on retirement this moment so shall it be.” She emphatically said, and she was lost into his blue eyes that ate into her, worst still was his sweet hold on her fingers which she fancied and took as a privilege , a miraculous magic that was worthy of note.

“Quit this moment,” he beamed, feeling to pull back when his face started making automatic moves to hers and his eyes shutting, with expectant lips pouting to kiss his first mistress in his existence as a man, a father a husband figure.

And so much love called on…