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! <3
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.