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At Work.

"Ekaaro, ma."

[Morning, ma.]

I called out to the kiosk's owner who had just showered her pleasantries. I'm not really sure how old she was but she looked fifty. She was always the first person to say a hello to me. Even when I'm absentminded, she would keep the pleasantries up till I respond. Somehow, her kind gestures remind me of Lara. She must have been like Lara when she was young. A lady who doesn't really put much worth in self respect.

I hurried towards the building which housed our offices, walking through the large undeveloped and uninhibited compound. I caught the sight of the tree under which I sat the other day to read the ugly news.

I'm sure that there would be no one at work because it's just 7:10am. The resumption hour was 8:00am, and many do arrive 8:30am and even up to 10:00. But both those who resumed 8:00 and 10:00am would write 8:00am and no saint has the guts to rat them out, else you would have to suffer it throughout your stay in the office.

Late yesterday, I had texted Dayo, the secretary of our boss to come as early as 7:00am to work today. I so had it in mind to fulfil the bet or words I'd made or broken with Lara.

And from the look of things, the entrance of the building was already opened. I walked through the door into the public staff room. There was no one in sight.

I walked stealthily through towards the passage which led to the boss's office. I wanted to be sure that twas really Dayo. Because I had also texted our boss and few other people to arrive at work by 7:30am. Badass eh?

I walked through the passage, pressing my back to the wall so I could toss my head halfway through the door to my boss's office to figure out who was there. But that was a risk.

I did and I saw Dayo with her back to the door. She was standing before the boss's work table, arranging some papers. I bet she had no idea of my intentions.

As soon as I figured that out, I took the appropriate position and walked into the office. She turned her head at once without forsaking the duty.

"Dare, the prophet and faithful worker. Why wake me wake up this early?!"

She concentrated on what she was doing as I got to her. She was bent halfway into the table arranging the files. I took advantage of the moment.

I got to her and pressed myself to her backside, her shooted booties, as though we were having a lapdance.

"Woah, woah. What's that, Dare."

She stood up trying to turn but then I wrapped my arms around her and began to squeeze her bounty boobs.

"Is this really you, Dare? You no longer care about what would happen to your spiritual life as you've always argued?"

She argued, chuckling as I squeezed her boobs even harder, doing my best to cup the mounds, roughening her blouse.

"You want my cock, right? You have it."

I whispered into her ears, my stiffened jaw pressing against her delicate cum soft cheek.

"Are you sure about that?"

She pushed her booties back a bit, rubbing it hard against my cock, moving up and down, by and by... going all 360° over my swelling boner.

"You don't have the benefit of doubt."

I muttered, trying to concentrate on the words. The movement of the butts scared the semen traveling up and down my boner which is now poking at my light trouser.

"Very well then."

She turned to face me and wrapped her arms around me. We were almost the same height, but she's thick and curvy with good and succulent boobs. You should wonder why my boss would cheat on his wife and sons with her.

We locked lips and she kissed me ruthlessly. She kissed me as though twas all her plan and not mine. She moved her lips over mine as though she had been waiting for that one time, that day. Her hands roughening my cloth at the back.

I fought my lips free and removed her arms wrapped around me.

"Let's get to work."

I pushed her back till she didn't have nowhere to go no more. The table stood as an advocate as well as an embargo.

I tossed my arm past her and swept the files on the table off it. I made her seat on the table and pushed her to lie back down.

I leaned forward on her, halfway climbing on her as I caught her lips again with mine. My hands roughening her boobs as I sucked her tongues hungrily. My hands on the boobs, sliding up and down until a gentle moan escaped her lips. She was mumbling into my mouth as she struggled to regulate the pleasure.

I slid one of my hands down her belly to her panties. I began to fiddle with the bridge, playing my hand over it as she shuddered underneath me.

I let go of her lips and brought my face to her boobs after she had roughly unbuttoned it, my face plying the cleavages like the haughty hoofs of a crazed horse. My tongue licking the bridge of the bra, seeking to taunt the nipples.

Then suddenly, there was a presence behind both of us. I could feel it but I ain't sure about her. But before my mouth could even let go of her nipples I heard,

"Boss, come now!!!"

Then I heard hurrying footsteps as Dayo fought to stand up.

"What the fuck!!!"

We both turned to our boss who was looking like a dog whose tail had just been cut. Dayo stood behind me, scared to reveal her face.

"Dare! Unbelievable! So you've been a hypocrite all your life. I knew it. All those who claim to be holy are the worst."

He hurried towards me to hit me but then I ducked it and he fell on his lover, Dayo.

He rolled to be floor and stood up hurriedly. He chanted, saliva contending as well drooping from his lips,

"You are not only sacked but doomed. I'll make sure you never get a job not here, not anywhere."

He made for me again and I hurried to the door. The guy at the door wanted to catch but I knocked him out and hurried towards the staffroom.

Before the news could get to those who were just arriving at the staffroom I'd made my way out. I ran through the open field towards the exit cracking up.

"So, being crazy is this interesting."

I muttered as the kiosk's owner called at me again. I waved at her and brought out my phone.

I dialed Lara's number. Mission accomplished.