My Madam And I - S02 E01

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My Madam And I - S02 E01

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 1

My phone alarm kept ringing disturbing my deep sleep. I tried to reach for it in my subconsciousness but it was far from my grasp. I had no option but to sleepily get up. A leg crossed my face; i pushed it aside and sat up. Three naked white ladies where on the bed with me; one of them got d--k. F--k! How do I end up with transsexuals most of the time? This country is filled with them, you can hardly tell who’s a real lady anymore.

I turned to the room that looked like it had just experienced world war 2 and stretched my aching body. The alarm was still beeping, I cursed it for waking me up from such a lovely rest. Then it was dawn on me! I looked at my watch, 8:30am!

I was the one who set the d--n phone to wake me up by 7:30am the previous night before the club; before the pills. I hate Gabriel Smith, he got his ways of ruining my life, again he had succeeded in making me take three of that knockout pills knowing I have a presentation by 9am. I always knew he got an eye for my job.

Immediately, sprang off the bed, picked up my boxers, wore it horridly. Reached for my trouser and slide into it while fetching my sleeve top from the floor. In no time, I was in my shirt and trouser and was forcing a pair of my shoe in my foot.

” Where the hell is my stockings!” I cursed out loud.

There was no time to start searching for it, I wore the foot other foot without a stockings and rushed out with my briefcase.

The elevator was at the 77th floor, while I was on the 5th floor. “no time! no time!”. I murmured and took the stairs, running like a deranged man.

I ran past the receptionist at the ground floor who called me back to check out properly. I shouted behind me. ” got guest up there!”.

I reached the car and discovered my car keys was not with me. ” d--n shit!”.

Immediately, I ran back to the elevator, it just left. The second was still around the 41st floor. I had no choice but to use the stairs again, how I hate stairs! This time I was sweating profusely, skipping steps and falling at intervals.

Barged into my room breathing like one who just completed a marathon race. Scanned through the large executive suite painted in white with every furniture and sheets in white. There was no idea where to begin the search. I looked at my Rolex leather watch, it was 10 minutes to 9.

In the confusion, i rushed to the bed, turned the sheets. Then slapped the ladies in the bum. ” get up! get up! Where’s my d--n car key!”.

They seem to be too wasted to even open their eyes. I wasn’t in the mood for play, so I slapped one in the face and shook her shoulders rigorously. She opened her eyes and looked at me sleepily. ” where is my f-----g car key?”.

She pointed at the bathroom and slept off again. I shook my head and rushed to the bathroom and my searched the floor, bathtub and found it in the toilet. A flash of yesterday’s event came to me when we had a threesome in the bathtub and I used my car as a price for who satisfies me the most. After the sex, I threw the key in the toilet when the ladies where trying to take it from me.

I wondered why I even thought of that. Then dug my hand into the wc and pulled the keys dripping with urine. Did a quick rinsing at the washing hand basin before rushing off from the room.

The elevator was just closing by the time I got to the hallway. ” hold it! hold it”. I yelled as I ran to it.

Just as it was about closing, I dug my hand in-between the small gap and it opened for me. I entered amidst three white men in suit, apparently going to work, two of the hotel workers and an old lady who kept stealing glances at me. I checked my time, it was five past nine. “f--k!”. The old lady looked at me surprisingly, shrugged and looked away.

I couldn’t wait for the elevator to open before I jetted out and ran to my BMW convertible. Without further delay, i engaged the engine and drove off like i was being chased by assassins swerving through cars.

” f--k! f--k! How did I allow myself to sleep this much?”

A siren sounded behind me, I looked at the rear mirror. There it was. The delay of a life time. A cop was behind me, apparently coz I was over speeding. I wasn’t ready for another waste of the time I’m fighting to regain, so I pressed harder on my throttle. The car sped up.

The car behind me was unrelenting. I kept pressing hard swerving through cars, narrowly missing scratch from adjacent cars and beating traffic lights.

There it was, my chance to get caught or die. A bus was coming from my adjacent left lane in front. I knew it would be a one out of a hundred chances of not getting crushed. But I pressed harder. This presentation was my life, I cant afford to miss these new clients.

The bus was getting closer and I was nudging towards it in full speed. There it was, my only chance. I pressed my throttle to the finish and zoomed past. It felt like the bus had already ran me over but it only brushed through my car’s tail slightly. I gasp for air with my eyes opened in surprise, panting as one rescued from drowning.

Immediately I swerve through a lane at the left. That was how i beat the cop.

Now got to the office. Another skyscraper. I rushed out of the car packing wrongly. The security; a slim, tall Indian man yelled as I ran past. ” sign in Mr. Mike!”.

I rushed back and signed in. The man kept looking at me as though I had shit on my face. When I was done, he said. “there’s a patch of saliva beside your mouth”.

It was embarrassing. But i thanked him without showing how embarrassed I was and wiped it off running to the elevator.

On our way up in the elevator, i spotted a patch of what looks like dry semen on the zip side of my trouser, and the elevator opened almost immediately. I rushed to my office blocking the patch with my briefcase, ignoring greetings from my staff. my office , I moist a tissue paper with the water from an aquarium. Wiped off the dry semen but left water patch. It was better than having the previous. I quickly packed my dreadlocks backwards and knotted it with a red ribbon on my table and rushed to the conference hall.

There he was, my enemy my friend. Gabriel Smith taking my place, giving the speech that ought to be mine. An English guy in his early thirties. Blond hair, blue eyes, undoubtedly good looking and always smartly dressed. Today, he was in a gray Italian suit, pink sleeve inner and a pink tie. He looked so intelligent in his transparent glasses and speaking with such eloquence.

I badged in apologized for being late and moving towards Gabriel who had a mocking hint on his face. I ignored him and went in front where he was. That was when I discovered how horrible I looked standing before these well dressed people. I opened my briefcase to bring out my speech but almost caught a cardiac arrest when I couldn’t find it.

” looking for something?”. Gabriel whispered amusingly.

” no!” I said to him smiling and abruptly shut the briefcase.

I noticed Gabriel moved away when I spoke. He leaned closer and whispered to my ear. ” watch the bad breath”. Then moved aside for me to continue.

I took a deep breath and smiled looking confidently at the people waiting for me to make a huge flaws with my speech. Even my boss was winking me to give way for Gabriel to continue. I looked past him and began.

I finished my presentation without a projector, without my speech note and everyone and made a flop. The speech would have bought us a deal worth millions of dollars but I ruined it. I know Gabriel would be happy and pleased by now.

After the speech I ran to my office and my secretary was behind me as I went in.

Gloria Adams, a beautiful 23 years old, five foot three, dark girl with an impressive backside and admirable straight legs always shooting out from her mini office skirts.

She loves flirting with me and one day I levelled her from the back in my office after working hours; twice In the restroom, once in my car. All the time she left me wanting for more. But she wanted something I couldn’t give, knowing where I live. I don’t want commitment and so never took any lady home.

” you look like shit!”. She said to me. ” your grandma has been calling. I even called you severely you weren’t picking your calls”.

I sat on my chair and turned my chair to face the window. ” did she leave a message?”

” she said she wanted to speak to you it’s urgent”.

I took up my phone and saw thirty-two missed calls, two text messages and four voice messages. I opened the missed calls, grandma called 22 times!

Grandma keeps telling me I shared a striking resemblance with my dad. Although I may look like him facially, but he was dark skinned and I’m very light in complexion with bold lips ; I’m chubbier while my dad was athletic. Aunty Ruth said I took after my mother whom my dad tragically murdered. What kind of a child’s parents ends up killing each other?

” the new Director is around, and she’s asking after you”. Gloria’s voice shook me off my monetary daydreaming with her hands on my desk looking with a cunning smile on her face.

” a she?”. I asked, surprised we have a new director.

” yes. She’s directors younger sister”. Gloria replied standing erect with her hands folded and a warning smile on her face. ” she’s way off your class dude”.

I suddenly realised I should have hit the bathroom immediately after the meeting. I stood up abruptly and said to Gloria hastily. ” get me a toothbrush and soap!”.

Gloria glared at me as though I have lost it. ” where are you coming from!”.

Before I could reply, a stunning, curvy lady in her late forties walked into my office in company of two of our logistic officers; Mr Howard Webb, a nerdy European and Jack Cash, a black man. She wore a black suit jacket and trouser, a blue inner shirt, black high heels shoes, her long blond hanging on her shoulders and had the exact resemblance with Shakira.

She was in front exuding confidence and charming charisma of a boss lady. These features completely entrapped me in so much admiration I remained motionless with my mouth opened.

” You’re Mike?”. You asked in a fluent British ascent

I nodded and shut my mouth. Gloria bowed and slowly left. The new director waited for Gloria to leave without taking her eyes off me. Like she could see with a third eye behind her head as Gloria entered her office before she continued.

” I wonder why my brother still have the likes of you working here”. Then her face frowned. ” why’re you looking like this?”.

I looked at my shirt and trouser, tried to defend myself but something about her presence paralyzed my speech.

” this company cant tolerate such rascality! What has my brother been doing!”. She turned to the guys beside her and focused back on me. ” I heard you’re the best in the marketing team and you have been enjoying the benefits so don’t say you are not properly rewarded and yet you cost us money today and last month! That’s not good for our reputation!”.

I noticed she wasn’t putting on a wedding ring while she was scolding and wondered why.

” this is your last chance Mr Mike!”. She blotted.

I looked up with my heart beating.

” i have a job for you and you must hit it before 12 noon tomorrow. I want positive answer! Will send details to your mail”. She said and turned immediately to leave with the men trying to keep up.

I sat down wondering what happened to Mr. Samson, our Director. I stood up and decided to pay him a visit In his office knowing fully well he may even slap me for the lost I made.

I got to his office, but he was with some guests. I walked to the table of his secretary, a slim German girl with red hair and almost ice white skin . She hardly could look me in the face while talking. Today she was in a yellow flower gown and red lipstick. Her big transparent glasses never left her eyes for no reason.

” why is he leaving?”. I asked her.

” heard he’s retiring”. She replied looking at her laptop screen.

” without telling us?”

” he plan on doing that today after work”. She said and looked disapprovingly at me.

I caught her. ” yeah. F----d two blonds and a transsexual last night. Over slept”. I said with a nonchalant smile.

She flinched in disgust and focused on her laptop. I grinned and walked back to my office.

The next morning I was at the reception of the company my new director wanted me to visit. The secretary sat with a magazine covering her face chewing and pulping gum.

I have been waiting since 9am and it’s almost eleven. I called the lady; a black girl in pink chiffon sleeve top with a white butterfly collar seated. Her hair was cut low and her blue lipstick sold her off as slutty.

” please. Can you remind him I’m here waiting?”.

She eyed me and pulped a bigger gum that covered her lips, then continued her chewing and reading.

I knew I had to flirt my way through, from the look of things she may be a strong headed individual. So I stood up, beaming my charming smile.

” what’s that you’re reading… Fashion!”.

She eyed me and continued.

I pulled down the magazine down a little with a finger so I can see her face. ” no wonder!”. I said beaming my charming smile at her.

” no wonder what!”. She barked.

I ignored the tone in her voice and continued. ” no wonder you are such a good dresser”.

I noticed she fought back a smile and continued her chewing. I then suspected she may like me but wanted to act uninterested. So I pushed harder.

” I wish I could see you stand. I love black girls!”.

She smiled briefly and switch over to her self.

” what’s the name of the perfume you’re wearing?”.

She looked at me sternly and dropped the magazine. ” why are you disturbing me Mr.? Please go back to your seat, my boss wouldn’t like seeing you standing this close to me!”.

I felt like my pride was hit by a truck. But I didn’t let it show. I just smiled and said. ” it’s okay, just trying to complement you. Coz you’re really beautiful”.

” thank you! Please go back to your seat!”. She said stiffly.

I slowly returned to my seat wondering what her problem was.

In less than a minute after I sat, she stood up and went into her boss’ office. Came out and said to me. ” you can go in!”. Then walked to her seat and continued with her magazine.

I sat in front of the fifty something years old man after introducing myself, my company and stated my reason for coming. He remained motionless looking at me for a long period of time until I became uncomfortable.

” sir. Are you with me?”. I said to call his attention.

He suddenly smiled flirtatiously and asked. ” you’re Mike?”.

” yes sir!”. I answered, wondering why he was weird.

To my surprise he hit his fist on the table and bellowed. ” I hate Mikes! I hate the name Mike!”.

I was confused. So I asked . ” what has Mike done sir?”.

” You are Mike right?”.

” Yes sir!”

” then get out of my office!”. He barked standing up and pointing the door to me.

” sir. I’m a different Mike I…”.

He cut me off and screamed. ” stop calling that name! Will you get out this instant!”

This was the craziest thing ever. I slowly stood up and walked out of his office. He called his secretary as I was about leaving the reception. I turned and saw how the girl nervously ran into his office and his voice roared, cursing and telling her he never wants to set his eyes on me ever again.

I decided to wait for the secretary to return. I cant afford to go out of job, my lifestyle cant cope with brokenness.

The secretary returned and was shocked to see me. ” what are you still doing here? Leave before he sees you!”. She whispered pushing me out hastily.

I held her hand and said. ” I won’t leave until you tell me why he hates mikes”.

She paused and looked shockingly at me. ” he said that?”.

” yes!”.

She smiled and whispered. ” he just broke up with his black boyfriend”.

I didn’t quite get her. ” what does that have to do with mike?”

” his name is Mike”. She said and pushed me out before shutting the door.

I went to my car wondering how I was going to get across to the man. I I’m too straight to be gay. I needed to land this job by all means possible. I looked up at the skyscraper and was about entering my car when I saw a white teenage boy snatching a Pilipino lady’s bag and ran off. Something in my prompted me to run after him and so I did without thinking.

The boy was so fast, he crossed the road without watching, I made to follow but was hit by a car; I found myself flying in the air and landed my back on the windscreen of another car. I was unconscious for awhile when a bird pooped into my eyes and mouth, I immediately gained consciousness and fell to the ground, spitting off the poo and whipping my eyes.

In few seconds some persons crowded me. I slowly stood up and was hearing voices.

” is he okay?” How did he survive it?”

” D--n! He must have a broken bone!”

“What was he doing running into the road like that? Some persons are just careless! He should have died what’s my business!”.

The last statement made me look up to see who said it but saw five persons asking questions like. ” are okay?”, ” are you hurt?”.

I looked at their faces and then the voices came again.

” he’s acting like he has lost his mind”.

” oh, poor boy”.

” nice watch! I wish I got to him in time to snatch that!”

I looked for the person who spoke the last words about my watch and caught only caring eyes beaming at me.

” what did you say?”. I asked a black man whom I suspected made the last statement.

He looked at me and asked with concern. ” are you okay?”.