“It’s my party, spoil me tonight please”. That was the note on my desk that Friday afternoon. It was the little gorgeous bitch. Her beauty had swept the whole office a week ago when she reported. Male colleagues moaned as she swiftly swung her fine ass to get a seat. No single guy dared stand up and expose his bulging zip. From where I sat, I could spot our boss salivating at his desk where his pot-belly hanged loosely over the chair.
The girl was pretty and petite. Looking at her would make one understand why a fly would rather die on a wound. She was a blonde. Her smooth spotless skin blended well with her cute looks. Her long black silky hair cosseted the breeze; she smiled seductively as her well-polished nails caressed the keyboard. Like every male reporter in the office, the desktop was also snooping into her cleavage. Her well-placed tits did not betray her gorgeousness. Her voluptuous derriere brought the office to a standstill every time she cat-walked to pick this or that. Whenever she stood, it felt like primetime news extravaganza; all eyes were glued to her. She would be in the office for a three months internship period.
My colleague Leo, an enthusiastic lover of tits, had confessed that he would take a bullet for this sassy girl. His marauding eyes had feasted on her severally.
In fact, his work had accrued serious errors ever since the little bunny stepped into the office.The chief editor noted this and told him to install Grammarly, and at least address the glaring grammatical mistakes!
When you get an idea of the drama in the office since she reported, only then you know the feeling I got when she creatively made the first move and asked me to have her naughty self-freaking tonight. And because she was in her third year on campus, I knew she meant business. Campus guys don’t toy around with butts, she is tried and tested and knows the rules of the night; I spoil you and you scream the hell out of your bloody mind that night.
It was after 9pm on that night when she finally arrived. It would be a long fascinating night. She was in a tight pair of hot pants. Her enhanced breasts had pushed the cleavage popping well too much to allow a better view leaving men at Nakuru's Kenyatta Avenue drooling over.
She made all the girls at Gusii Road look like scumbags!
To avoid hawk-eyed paparazzi reporters who roam the town’s clubbing joints searching for stories to hype and splash the following day in their gossip pages, I opt for the outskirts. The hoods are good hidings when you are out for a one night stand. We drive to Platinum 7D and as usual with Fridays, the place was jammed. Off to Club 5 and Caldera along Nakuru-Nyahururu road. We sample several holes but my little rat has a taste and class too, her stilettos won’t just get to any joint.
I seduce her into Oloika country lodge, a few metres away from retired President Daniel Moi's bedroom. Mark, another colleague of mine, is also hiding here with a popular female Nakuru politician. He winks and I return the gesture. Without wasting time, we proceed to the bar chamber.
The chamber looks like a sitting room man, with sofas and a carpet, damn village joints can shock you at times! It's cool though; soft music and large screens.
We dined and wined laughing to silly jokes. It was getting late. The bill was hitting the roof, fuck! That is enough, we book Room No. 43.
Damn! She on her bad days!Dear intern, you can’t just play games with my money . . . will murder you tonight!
That is how I started dating old women!
This story was first blogged at The Nairobi Times four years ago by this writer.