Akaa & Alima II

The second part is out! (Already!! Don’t I deserve any accolades please? Lol!) Thank’s for the feedback on the last one guys!

PS. It might get a bit steamy in here… lol, but lets see how it goes eh? As always, please let me know what you think. (Especially what I can do better :D) If you haven’t read the first one yet, find it here: Akaa & Alima

Enjoy your weekend! ❤


She was 12. Obviously the youngest in the maternity room. And shrieking in terrible pain. “Your colleagues are sitting behind desks studying, and look where you are!”

“Don’t you dare scream – you shouldn’t have been sleeping around in the first place!!”

“If I hear you one more time, you will spell out to me this minute what you were doing with a man, when you were supposed to be in school!”

There were only two nurses that were actually nice to her.  Some were indifferent. Others only insulted her behind her back. None of them actually knew the story, but it didn’t really matter. She was in so much pain, she doubted their being nice would make any difference. She just wanted the thing out of her as soon as possible.

The doctor had scheduled her for a C – section, but she’d gone into labour way before. She was apparently already close enough by the time she got to the hospital. So they let her try.

At the point when she thought the pain was going to make her pass out, one of the nice nurses started shouting! The head is here, finish hard!

It was a baby boy.

Adzo never really knew who her father was. He could have been any of the many men her mother brought home from time to time when she was much younger. When she was ten, she started seeing one man more often than the rest. He was a scary bulky man, for whom her mother would cook proper meals. He seemed to give her money also, because suddenly they were eating better than before, and wearing better clothes.

They moved in to live with him about six months later. And that’s when it all started. It started with little anger issues. And steadily progressed to very harsh words. “If I hadn’t brought you and your daughter out of that gutter you were living in, would you be here telling me whatever you want to say?” A few times, there were actual hot slaps!

A few months after they’d moved in with him, she could tell her mother was fed up. But she needed the help. She wanted Adzo to go to a good school, and she wanted to get more from the provision store he had set up for her. And of course, she was enjoying the ‘upgrade’. She was no longer the rumour of their tiny village. Those who insulted her in the past no longer had grounds to.

He started forcing himself on Adzo when she was eleven. She was so scared, it took her a whole month to report him. The first time she told her mother, she slapped her hard across her face with the back of her right hand! Her large fake ring left a tiny cut on her face. ‘You are a witch! You want to spoil my marriage eh? You and that bastard father of yours were brought into my life to destroy me eh?! It will not work!’

He was there that evening. He knew why she was being beaten. He knew he had leverage now. So he kept at it.

She had no idea when she got pregnant. Her period hadn’t even regularized since menarche. She passed out in school one hot Wednesday afternoon, and was rushed to hospital. All she saw when she got conscious was her mother wailing.

“Adzo you just want to disgrace me in this life.” Her stepfather was sitting next to her, looking just as disappointed. That was probably what confused her the most. “Who is the father? Which schoolboy have you been messing around with?”

Apparently she’d gotten anaemic, and a routine pregnancy test they did for all young girls showed she was pregnant. Her parents had been called and told. Suddenly, she was the bad girl.

She remembered crying so much, wondering if anyone was ever going to believe her. One afternoon, before she was discharged home, one young doctor walked in and sat with her. “If you want me to call the police, I will.” That’s all she said. She knew. Someone finally believed her. Of course she had asked her not to call the police. It was a taboo to bite the hand that fed you. She didn’t want her mother hating her all the rest of her life.

After the baby was born, her mother had her sent to live with her father’s family. She never actually met the man himself. But after a week in their home, she was sent to the City. She’d heard them talk about where they were sending her. They assumed she could only speak Ewe. She had friends who spoke Twi. She knew they were sending her someplace that took young girls and gave the family good money. She didn’t care at that point. She didn’t know what the point of her existence was really. They might as well send her far far away.

It was the last time she saw any of her family members.


It was at noon that Akaa was given the letter. Alima (Her name was Lina to her clients.) was brought in to him an hour later. She was dressed in a wine tank top, and mid-thigh length white jeans. She was beautiful. Very beautiful. Tall, and dark. Glossy dark. Lupita kind of dark. Her eyes were big and searching, her lips were naturally very full. Akaa hardly met females that were anywhere near his height. But this one could easily stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

“You must be Mr.  007 – it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you!” Her heart was thumping the whole time, as she extended her hand to greet him. He was even more striking than he looked in the photo.

“I am, and you must be Lina, you’re very beautiful!”  

They exchanged pleasantries, and decided they wanted to go for a swim.

The agency had two indoor swimming pools, and two outdoor ones. Their whole resort was very security conscious, because of the clientele they had, and the kind of privacy they required. So it didn’t matter which of the pools they chose – they would have all the privacy they needed.

They decided on the outside pool. He wanted to see her beauty in sunlight. She changed into a dark red bikini, which complimented her dark skin so beautifully. Akaa had seen so many beautiful women. He’d dated many, even had many of them move to him. But this young girl somehow had him reeling.

“I’d be really happy if you could put this sunscreen on my back… my skin tends to feel a bit weird when I’ve been in the sun too long.”  Akaa was more than happy to. He lay her on her back, and lathered the sunscreen all over, in a very salacious manner.

“Is this why you have such beautiful skin? Sunscreen?” She laughed.

“My skin is all good genes. Almost no effort. I wish I had some sort of routine to share.” They both chuckled.

Lina had been taught all what to do… she’d been prepared a whole year for this client. But it seemed as if she was forgetting all she was taught. She genuinely liked him! In preparation, she had had five other clients, and none of them were anything like Akaa.

They were hardly interested in her as a person. They only wanted the discreet adventurous sex they paid so heavily for, and that was it. Probably just one of them actually knew/remembered what her name was.

Akaa was interested in her. He wanted to hear her life story – of course she was not supposed to tell it. She didn’t. He looked at her like he wanted her – not just for the sex. Like she was desirable, as a person. He gave her butterflies. And that was almost a new concept for her.

In the swimming pool, he wasn’t interested in groping her underwater, as apparently was the custom of many of the men. He wanted to race her for a few laps. He splashed her with water, and she retaliated. He was fun. She liked fun.

Lina had been instructed to tease him – and that she did. Tease him till the stroke of midnight – no sex, no head. They’d watched a movie in the living room of his suite. It was one of those touchy feely ones, and she had been in his arms the whole time. Stroking his thigh half the time, noting how aroused he was, and purposely pretending she hadn’t.

He swung her head around at one point, and kissed her. It was a slow kiss. As if he really wanted to taste her. She didn’t protest, until his hands started going up her shirt. It wasn’t quite that bad till she felt his fingers on her right nipple. She started questioning herself. She was probably not going to be able to hold back till midnight like she thought. This was the first man she had actually wanted. The others were obviously duty, even though she was great at acting as if she wanted them. This one, she wished she could have – and they hadn’t even made love yet.

“You’re torturing me, Lina!”  She only laughed, and walked to the bar, to grab a drink. She swayed her broad hips as much as she could – she knew he’d be watching.

It was a little after 10PM when their movie ended. And she had to figure out a way to fill the time, or he’d have her on her knees in five minutes.

“You know, you still have this innocence about you. And I know that to be working here, and be sent to me in particular, you must have been here a while.”

She smiled. “I don’t think I’m innocent, Sir.”

“Please call me Akaa. I know I’m not supposed to tell you my name. But I like you. Call me Akaa.”

It was when they finally got round to love making that she knew she was screwed. She knew there was no way she would forget him. There was no way she could work with other men without thinking of this night. While she was bent on pleasing him, and ensuring that he had a grand start to his 40th birthday, he had his mind set on ensuring her pleasure as well. As she squirmed uncontrollably in his hands after he’d expertly eaten her out, he lay watching her for a while, and then started kissing her face and ears and neck and chest.


Akaa was amazed. Not many women had brought out this feral sex beast out of him. Lina was beautiful. She was… innocent, for the lack of a better word. She knew what she was doing, but she lacked the outrageous expertise that came with knowing a girl had been with so many men.

She was just perfect. Didn’t try to make a show of her orgasms – they overwhelmed her thoroughly, she seemed almost embarrassed by them. She didn’t seem like a sham. He knew many of the girls were.

And when she went down to give him head, he could swear he saw shooting stars! She started slow and thorough, and before he could say jack, she had him all the way back to her throat. He came in her mouth, and she gagged for a bit, trying to swallow it all.

What a woman!

“I love it when a woman can tell me what she wants or doesn’t want during sex.”

She seemed surprised by his remark.

“You want me ranting and raving and panting altogether?” He chuckled… “Was I that bad?” She laughed out loud.

“I don’t know for sure if I know exactly what I want. I haven’t been with m….”

She paused, embarrassed. Because she knew that she was supposed to be experienced. She was supposed to know these things, somehow she really didn’t.

“I did enjoy everything we did… She said, with her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

He kissed her neck and held her tight against his chest. He realised she was going to be in his thoughts anytime he and Dionne made love.

And none of the girls had ever had that effect on him.

Akaa & Alima

It has been months since I wrote anything proper. Writers block? Coronavirus? Work? Let’s blame them all lol. I’ve been working on this lately since Perspectives publishing is taking forever (thanks to the global pandemic).

This is an incomplete story, about some realities of life. I don’t have a title for it yet, so let’s just call it Akaa & Alima. Thank you guys for reading my stuff, and critiquing me, and encouraging me, even threatening me! Perspectives will definitely be published soon. In the meantime, here’s Akaa & Alima.

PS. To all the Barca fans out there… my condolences? Lol! It gets better… take it from this Arsenal fan!


Dear Mr 007.

Today, we have a special young lady for you. We realised you were getting tired of seeing the same old faces over and over again, and we took it upon ourselves to change that today.

As always, this young lady is to be at your beck and call for the duration of your visit here. She is to ensure that you have a comfortable stay in every possible way, especially considering that tomorrow is a special day for you. To ensure that tomorrow is made extra special, she is under strict orders to disallow anything sensual, until the stroke of midnight, when the day begins. Everything else, however, is allowed.

She is a deeply affectionate lady, and has been trained to take care of you, and your needs. Don’t hesitate to let her know if there’s anything you’d want or need. As much as it may seem so, she will not be a passive partaker, rather, a very active one. Unless of course, at any point in time, you’d prefer her passivity.

She is not a good dancer by many standards. However she will enjoy dancing with you, and is very warm to that prospect. She knows you do not want anything extra … however that term ‘extra’ is very relative. By her standards, there will be nothing extra.

 As you always do, We know you will treat her with all the respect, dignity, and care that’s necessary. You are set to have an amazing visit, which will constantly replay in your memories, and leave you wanting much much more.

We, as always, have you in mind. You remain our favourite client.

Cheers.

Management.

PS. As you already know, this message will self-destruct an hour after you open it.

Akaa could already feel his loins twitching. It had been a long while. Initially, he did this once every month or so, when he could. At least for the most part. Because of business though, and a few other things that needed handling, he hadn’t visited in close to eight months. But they knew he’d be back for his birthday month. He needed the time away.

‘They’ were a company that ensured that his sexual needs and fantasies were all taken care of. They were very discreet, very reliable, and had never failed him in the past 2 years that he’d been frequenting their facility

Akaa was a married man. Married with three beautiful kids – A six year old boy who was a spitting image of him, their surprise 5 year old girl, and their adorable two year old girl.

His wife was beautiful! His most prized asset, he called her. Whenever they attended an event together where he had to speak, he’d call her up and introduce her – always, without fail. “And everyone, this is my precious Dionne, my most prized asset.”

Dionne was very light skinned, with delicate features. She was mixed-race, half Lebanese, a quarter Ghanaian, and a quarter Ivorian. She was also very petite – didn’t look like she’d had three children. At thirty five, she looked twenty. She was the lead Pharmacist at a large pharmaceutical company. She was great at her job, great at being a wife, and even better at being a mother. Only issue he had was Dionne was how unadventurous she was.  But that was okay. He didn’t want to bother her with things that would put a strain on their marriage. So he made sure to take good care of her, and the kids too, while ensuring he was also well taken care of from time to time. He took her everywhere whenever he could. She knew most of the nitty-gritty of his work, and knew when he had to be out late and when he had to travel for work. She was also a pretty busy person. Hence she trusted him – there was no room or time for mistrust.

Once every month or two, she ‘knew’ he had to travel for an audit. It was held in different places, and she could not possibly suspect a thing, when she was the one who always packed and unpacked his bags, and never found anything odd.

He didn’t want to disrespect her by finding a side-chick, or some regular girl, that would one day show up at his house to blackmail him. So the agency was ideal, really.

He had stumbled upon the agency quite by mistake actually. He had driven out of town once when he needed to think – there was a great business deal he was getting into, and much as it was going to be lucrative, it also had excessive risks. Driving helped him think. So he’d driven two hours out of his home in Accra, somewhere close to the Kwahu Mountains.

He was cruising somewhere in the mountains, in a particularly deserted area, when he spotted the building. It was almost underground. Initially it looked like a fancy new factory that was half above ground, half underground. After circling it for a bit, it looked like a huge hotel. There was no signage, so he got curious. He drove in, thinking he’d call Dionne and say he took a drive and only just realised he was too far out to drive back home.

He wasn’t allowed in initially. The security man had to confirm from the front desk if he could be allowed in. he was asked for his name, and a photo ID, to be able to get the verification from the front desk.

Of course most people had heard of him. So it wasn’t hard getting in. and when he did get in, he was ushered in the manager’s office. She was a beautiful young woman, looked mid-forties. She had a short perm cut, and had well-done make up. Her eyes were big and beautiful, and when she got up to meet him and shake his hands, he realised she had long, beautiful legs.

She was a pleasant woman. She explained that they were an up and coming human resource centre that was planning to train different people from all walks of life, for different positions in different companies. They exchanged pleasantries, and he returned home that evening.

It wasn’t until a few months later, that an old colleague visited from Switzerland. They were in deep conversation at the golf club, when he mentioned an agency that ensured that men had their needs well taken care of. They however had a number of rules, of which discretion was the biggest. They gave code names to each member, and communicated via special email servers, with emails that would automatically delete a few hours after being read. It was a very well planned and very thought out system they had. It excited Akaa.

They never forced any of the girls into anything. They took care of each girl’s education and wellbeing, and none of the girls ever had any complaints about the system. Their facility also had everything in-built, so there was little to no chance of getting found out. They had surveillance cameras all around and did not let just anybody past their gates. And if they did, they fronted as an HR institution. Each person also signed series of NDAs, so it was somewhat foolproof.

It dawned on Akaa then that it must have been that facility he saw. They allowed new members in only via referrals. So his friend got him hooked up, and that started his new lifestyle.

It made his life so much easier. There were no plans of destroying his marriage – he had a great marriage. And he had a great sex life on the side. He didn’t have to worry about the fortnightly missionary sex they had. He was fine with it, because he knew that he had a regular supply of doggy-style, wheel barrow, good head (Dionne didn’t give head) etc. and it was all no strings attached! It was an expensive agency, but it was very well worth it.


Alima was fifteen when she was sent in by her uncle. She had always been the beautiful girl everyone envied – she developed rather early, and was quite voluptuous for a fifteen year old.

She was the tall wide – eyed girl, with rich black skin, and thick full hair. She’d been lucky in that regard. Her brothers all had their father’s skin – light with freckles, and their mother’s physique – stout. She on the other hand, had taken her mother’s black luxurious skin, and her father’s family buxom figure.  Black, silky smooth skin, with no effort required to maintain, and the body of a goddess! She was also a very smart girl. Although her father did not believe in education, she had heard about school from one of the rich boys, who had lived in the city for a while, and been to school. He could read, and had started teaching her a thing or two. Everyone knew it was only because he wanted to marry her.

Hamamat, her mother, was the first wife. There were three wives. She’d had only sons initially – six of them. Alima was the last child, and the only girl. Her mother loved her so! No matter what happened at home, she was always the favoured one.

Her father wanted to marry her off quickly. Because of her exceptional beauty, he knew he could give her away for a very large dowry. But Hamamat wouldn’t have it!  She wanted her daughter to go to school and have a beautiful future. She didn’t want for her the kind of life she had been dealt with – the kind she had no say about. Her daughter would have a say.

So she delayed the marriage many years. But she knew her tactics were not going to keep working. So when she turned 15, her mother asked her brother to send her to the city. To ensure that she somehow got the education she wanted.

Abu had only recently been told of the consult that took girls and made them into high class women. He didn’t know the full details, but he had heard they gave you money for bringing young girls, and when they returned 5 – 10 years later, they’d be high class women who wore modern clothes, and spoke good English. He had been put into contact with one lady there, and arranged to send Alima there. The person who told him had made him know that he was not allowed to let anyone know anything about it.

When the day was up, they left at dawn. Hamamat didn’t want any of the other family members interfering with her decision to give her daughter the best. Her husband was out of town, so he wasn’t the problem. The plan was to cry and pretend that Alima had run away into the city, because she’d heard so much about it.

It was a whole day’s journey. They weren’t just going to the city, they were going to the capital. They stopped in 3 different places, and rested at the sheds while waiting for the buses to arrive.  Alima didn’t know what exactly would happen, but she was happy about the prospect of going to school, and becoming a high class lady. She saw women driving in the city, and decided the next time she visited her hometown, she would be driving there.

Her uncle sent her to Aunty Nita, the lady who was to take care of her for the next few years. They met at the bus station, and she took then to a small restaurant to eat while they discussed and signed all that needed to be signed.  He had lied about her age and said she was eighteen. (She had already been told not to ever mention her actual age, or they might send her back to the village.) He was given a hefty amount of money ‘for his travel.’

Nita was a nice lady. Not very beautiful in the face, but she was soft spoken and very pleasant. She was also very classy. The exact kind of person Alima wanted to be. She was in a very trendy jumpsuit, with a stylish updo, and her nails were painted a beautiful plum. She was very calm and quiet.

In the first one year, Alima and 4 other girls were taken through formal education. They were taught to read and write, and only allowed to communicate in English. She was everyone’s favourite because of how fast she learnt, and how zealous she was.  They were also gradually taught to use computers, to type properly, and to do basic receptionist work. At the end of the year, each of them was given a diploma in typing.

The next one year was for grooming. They were taught to walk, and talk, and act like ladies. Taught to sway their hips when they wanted to attract men, and to bat their eyes in sensual ways. They were taught to eat like ladies, in the most posh settings, and to drive and swim.

It wasn’t until the third year that they found out the reason their families were given money for them to be educated. By this time, they knew and loved most of their instructors, and felt indebted to them, especially due to how well their families were compensated, and how far they’d come as ladies. So there was no going back. They were taught the art of seduction in the third year.

Alima in particular was specially groomed for one client. She had seen a photo of him – tall, extremely dark handsome man in black sunglasses, wearing a T-shirt and blue shorts. He was laughing. He had a glass of wine in one hand, and was waving with the other hand. One look at him and she had butterflies in her tummy.

He was the one she imagined every time they were teaching her to do something. Twerk, pole dance… or whatever. She prepared a whole year to meet him.

She was only allowed five practice clients and those clients were really just to be sure that she was ready for that one client – Mr. 007.