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Credits: The story is created and edited by Lawrence Kisuuki and Allan Bangirana. Special thanks to Derrick Ogwal for his significant contributions to this week’s episode. It’s published and tracked by Newslibre.

Note: The story has 5 pages

 

 

Chapter 3

The Night That Was!

 

 

Previously: Dayton had a flashback of his life and how he got here and plotting for his wind down with friends on Friday night.

 

 

Now……

 

 

Daytons mind 03 Boss swag

I’ve got to get used to this whole office thing, either it’s just me or sitting behind a big darn desk is so boring except for the unbelievably cool ability to send people and make them do whatever you want. It is so freaking cool, like a superpower of sorts, you won’t believe this but when people actually want your money they’ll often do anything you ask of them, ok not everything but almost If you know what I mean.

Time to take a stroll, I’ve been meaning to check out the third floor. That’s where the marketing department is. It’s very crucial to any company. The economy currently is in a dire state and its good to keep a tight eye on things that matter and the fact that my arch nemesis works close to that department.

There’s this terribly nagging babe called Viola, she’s the marketing and sales manager and my oh my, ain’t she the whole package. She hates me, I can definitely tell that from her gut resistance to all my directives, I wouldn’t blame her though. Despite my experience in sales and hustle, I actually don’t have any degree or qualifications in marketing or management. That doesn’t really get to me like her squeaky witch like condescending voice, she looks down at me and she feels smart. Which indeed she is, maybe it’s the rivalry that puts me off, a fellow smart person causing friction to my already tired mind. Maybe I should invite her to dinner one time and impact my selfish and perverted deeds just to prove a point. Wait a minute; that’s a pretty dumb idea.

 

“Dayton I shall not instruct my team to draw a budget for billboard promotions and a new product, it’s just not feasible for this quarter” Viola talked down to me.

“No no sweetheart I think you misunderstood me. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you…” I lightly replied. This took her aback; I could see the mixture of rage and shock in her eyes, similar to a heated bull. Okay, fine I understand that was a terrible description for the matter at hand but I try to be as sweet and kind as possible about these things.

 

Like a malfunction of sorts, she doesn’t expect me to have a reply to this. In her eyes I’m just a young spoilt undeserving kid trying to fill the big shoes of his father but I wasn’t going to let this happen. Had she done all this from the confines of her office it would’ve been fine, but she was taking me on in front of some of the stuff and my PA, not cool.

 

“…since we don’t have much of a choice, I will mail them soon. Hope you’re happy,” she smirked.

 

All this while I’m seated leaning back in this gorgeous black leather office seat at the desk of one of the employees and couldn’t help myself to an evil half grin as I responded, “I was not unhappy before but you better put your heart to it, salaries and bonuses depend on it… and that’s not a threat.”

Aside from all her drama and hate for me, Viola is incredibly hot. So hot if she were giving off rays like the sun it would have been close to above 180 degrees Celsius on that floor. She liked wearing office suits… like today she was in a nice tucked in long sleeve turquoise blue blouse, a short fitting black skirt and nice matching black coat. Did I mention she has a neat brown hairpiece, those eyes that you stare in and get lost and arguably the best legs I have come across in a while and i come across a lot of legs. However, that is all just the icing on the cake. The cake is when she turns around to walk away from and her back side leaves you in awe. And don’t get me started on the  bosom, if I had the chance so many bad things could happen to her when she turns around to pick something on her desk. I wonder if other bosses have these thoughts too; an association for bosses would be helpful right about now. As you can see, such matters of a proactive nature require the Justice League of Bosses. The woman literally makes men feel things.

Daytons mind 03 hot marketing boss

Back at my desk, I send for Norman to fill him on my plot tonight. He is very open and calm, “You mentioned that you can drive right, you just don’t have a driving permit?”

 

I nodded to this.

 

“I suggest you drop off Baxi to his home or nearer, and then you take the Range. I will request him to start processing your permit next week; I’m assuming no one will ask you for one at night. Have fun.”

 

“Thanks Norman, you’re the best!” I got up as I took the 1 million he was handing me and walked with him around the office.

 

It’s 7:00p.m and I’m parked outside Claire’s house in Bugolobi, yes I knew she was free tonight and I couldn’t resist the urge to save such a beautiful creature from boring herself to death when I had plot. I’ve just got off from the phone with one of my boys, Joachim a.k.a Kim and told him to inform the rest to meet us at Nakumatt Oasis when I see Claire step out of the gate with this fitting short green and black dress. Drooling with endless anticipation like a puppy. I step out of the car give her a tight hug and she’s unbelievably warm. I actually hugged her because she had these nice round plump water melons, I couldn’t touch or talk to them so had to push my body against hers, don’t judge me.

We head to Nakumatt, buy a couple of beers, a mountain dew to punch with the Uganda Waragi and Bond 7, the two girls choose two six packs Smirnoff Black ice and a few cans of Smirnoff Double Black. The night is young; we start downing some of the drinks in the Nakumatt parking with some light music as we wait for the time to shift so we can head out to club close to midnight.

We are about eight people; Claire is sitting in the co-driver’s seat as she takes down her Smirnoff. Either she’s trying to impress me or this woman can drink, F*ck! She must be on her second one in less than fifteen minutes, hopefully she’s not hungry and taking it like water. Probably she is hungry and I could have had the decency to buy her a full cow! Anyway I pass her a bag of Lays’ as a kind gesture and then pour myself some bond 7 from the muzinga ( 750ml bottle)  and punch it with mountain dew. Bond 7 is almost all I can take.

The boys and the girls at the back are pretty darn noisy now racking up all the air, it’s only me and Claire who seem silent with me throwing a chuck at them once in awhile.

 

Claire breaks the ice, “Why do you punch Bond 7 with soda? I thought you’re the tough kind that likes it hot”

 

A million thoughts went through my mind, seriously women are evil they ask these very complex questions that are sort of tricky. You can’t find the right proper angle to address them. I keep quiet for a moment; gather my thoughts together and just before I can answer Joachim answers.

 

“He’s a diehard drunkard, adding soda is his way of reducing how much he used to take in conc!”

 

“Don’t listen to Kim, Claire. He’s tipsy, the truth is there’s often Kawunyemu (traffic police) on the streets and when I mix Bondo (Bond 7 whiskey) and daso (soda) I don’t smell like booze when they stop me.”

 

I could see her manage a smile; I hadn’t realized that she had a very hot smile. That and also my eyes strayed to her very sexy brown thighs, my-oh-my, the temptation and curiosity to touch them grew massively deeper by the second.

We are off to Laftaz to listen to DJ Jamal, dude has some of the best mixes we always listen to. Kim bought us another Bond 7 muzinga and the guys showed it what’s up. Either we were tipsy or the music got really bass loud and awesome. All this while we were stealing glances at each other, Claire and I, something tells me we are attracted to each other. I could sense the hormones sky rocket to imaginable heights which was actually a good sign if I may say.

I get up to join the boys and pull our crazy funny strokes, bending low and bringing it in like there’s no tomorrow. Damn this is fun, meanwhile Claire can’t stop looking at me, her infectious gaze gives off a signal she wants me to ask her to dance floor. I’m I being slow? My heart is pounding right out of my chest; all the guys are drunk so doubt they’ve noticed. What if she turns me down, what if I don’t know how to kuzina (dance) the way she expects me too?

Tony killed me; he was like level 6 drunk. He would stand still and stare at the ceiling for a moment then bend and wave his arms like an octopus as he draws long strides. It was so funny. We were the center of attention now at the spot, a random babe came to our table to tap our drinks, they were so many spread on the table. We let her do so and we waited for the right moment to pounce on her and indeed it came, she got up when the DJ hit “Break It Down” she bent over and held the table and she started bouncing her booty here and there…. All of us first We all froze and stood for like a minute marveling at the glorious feast brought forward to us by wills of mother nature itself.

And then Tony moved in and dubbed the heights out of her, he would go back and hit her booty with his pelvis and then she paused, looked at him, smiled and she seemed to like it. She added in so much energy that the table shook up and some of the bottles even fell and booze spilled everywhere. Then he grabbed her, pulled her close and gave her a “rub-a-dub”, the kind of dub that would have a catholic boy sent to the confession box 5 days a week. The dubs were so irreligious even the Jamaicans could stand in awe to borrow a leaf or two.

I couldn’t take this anymore, I grabbed Claire’s arm and pulled her up, turned her and started dubbing her. She went wild, I was shocked, the innocent face was gone and she gave me the dub of my life. It was so insane that I could feel my third leg raise up. Her booty was shaking rhythmically in double dutch mode. This took me to Valhalla and back! As the DJ kept mixing dancehall tracks, she turned and faced me, I grabbed her in my arms my leg locked between hers and we winded gently all eyes were on us now. Then she leaned in and put her head on my shoulders and she whispered in my ear, “Took you long enough as you kept me waiting”. I couldn’t tell whether we were having foreplay or dancing but who gives a damn, it was great.

 

More girls joined us and the party turned up a notch. Tony disappeared with the tapping girl God knows to where. Rita seemed occupied as well and she was very happy and shouting at the top of her voice with Rick.

It is now close to 3:00a.m we decided to head out to Gabz (Gabiro) in Bugos (Bugolobi) and wind down for an hour before we call it a night. I can’t tell whether I’m tipsy or just excited but I’m very hyper like as though on steroids. I drive through a short cut to avoid kawunyemu at like 80kmh, it is only then I realize that the car is so damn good, comfortable, nice, fast, and just epic as expected of British craftsmanship. Range Rovers are built to near perfection.

Gabz is like a forgotten city that had a zombie epidemic and was evacuated, by the time we got there, almost everyone in the car was tired and dozing so we took one round and I dropped off everyone at their places. I dropped off Claire last.

 

“Must you sleep at home? I’m home alone and I’m scared there may not be kara (power), stay or at least wait for me to sleep and head home,” she said.

 

*Spider senses tingling*

 

This felt like a bad idea on all fronts but I don’t know why I didn’t resist it and we all know the reason why. It is just nature’s way of calling onto you. The guard opened and I helped her out of the car into her apartment, place was so damn dark and big but the power was actually on. She undressed into a short skimpy nightie that looked like a blue t-shirt, I could’ve left just about now but my mind wasn’t coordinating with my feet, I froze and saw her staring at me, and I felt a big bulge in my loin. In my mind I was like, “..the heart wants what it wants.” And I am not even a Selena Gomez fan.

Daytons mind 03 Dayton & Claire

If my heart was a car it would’ve been pumping at close to about 200kmh. I moved in close to her and held her tender soft neck, looked into her beautiful eyes and leaned in and kissed her. She pulled me close and I could feel her hands hold my shirt tightly which gave me a very soothing intoxicating feel. She opened my shirt buttons very quickly and removed it as we kissed and I kicked off my shoes.

 

“Your jeans are poking me, they hurt”

 

I took this as a gesture of invitation to unveil my armor as I took off my my pants and I slid them off quickly remaining in only drawers. All this was very fast paced and happened in her living room.

I put her against the wall and put my tongue in her mouth, she let out a deep gasp of breath. She then put her legs around me and my hard bulge was against her loin and she was wearing nothing down. I started kissing down her neck as she let out soft moans and run her hands down my back. I gently massaged her boobs as I nibbled on her ear and she ran in a state of madness, she lost control. She pushed my drawers down with her soft hand, pulled out the big hard train and put in straight in the wet narrow tunnel, it was amazing and thrilling. She screamed my name like I was a captain and pushed the throttle deeper to step up the thrill.

After a while I carried her behind the so far and place her down and she leaned on it and I reversed through the tunnel and she was bending.  There was rhythmic sound that could easily come off as a mix tape of unrecorded chatter, I pulled off her nighty and grabbed her boobs melons, it was like having candy in both your hands only that this wasn’t really candy but a beautiful sight of light toned and tender milk shakes.

We paused, she turned around and finally dropped my drawers and she removed my vest white -T. We were now completely similar to how Adam and Eve were in the garden; I staring at her boobs and her feeling my hard abs and my chest then we hit the floor. I kissed her passionately, then her neck and made my way to her boobs. Held them both in my arms, caressed them as I kissed them then went to her belly and belly button. And then I went down to the garden and worshipped the forbidden fruit with my tongue in a twister swirling mode and that’s when the floodgates let lose. I could’ve sworn she nearly crashed my ribs like Xenia Onatopp did to Pierce Brosnan in James Bond’s  GoldenEye. when she wrapped her legs around my back close to my neck.

She pulled me back and I knew the tunnel had been cleared, she overturned me got on top and she rode the train like a cowboy. I could have  plucked the boobs off her chest! She steadily increased her pace and gained momentum as her wet and slippery gate kept knocking against me adding extra thrust and the ride went extremely fast and in return she let out a loud constant moan and I felt some very warm stuff go down the batteries but she rode on and I felt as my abs hardened in excitement. I overturned her with swift and laid her on her back then pinned her arms against the floor with such strength and had one last powerful explosive thrust with both of us reaching our destination. This was the stuff of dreams and movies, explosive just! We did not disembark the station, we just pulled a shoal and we covered ourselves as we talked off to sleep.

 

5 hours later…………

 

It’s  11 am in the morning, I’m confused and I don’t remember where I am but clearly it’s a floor and I feel some one on my chest. I realize that the beautiful hair scent belongs to Claire. Oh shit, this is going to be very awkward.

 

Next chapter 04: Swimming with Sharks; who ever knew that Dayton was crazy? He leaves the whole management shivering with chills down their spines.

Author: Lawk

Lawk is a mozillian, director at Innovware and consults part time for Every1Mobile.

He loves open source, the open web, writing, reading and developing literacy tools that can teach the youth around the world especially in East Africa.

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