Pants Down – 1

 

On a busy Friday morning, when most employed persons were hurrying to finish off work for the day so as to be free on time for promises of the weekly TGIF (Thank God it’s Friday), Lara Benedicta Aihkomu catwalked smoothly into the air-conditioned office complex of a renown multinational company like a suspicious omen on a mission to spring up strange surprises.

Her powerfully obvious appearance created a stir.

She was a very familiar face in the premises but today her look was downright unfamiliar.

From her well treated long flowing hair which nestled gracefully about her shoulders to her expertly made-up round, dimpled face.

From her artfully outlined eyes to her sensually beckoning well painted lips.

From her red body-tight mini gown designed to beautifully highlight her cleavage, enhance her full derriere and present a mind blowing expose of silky creamed legs, to the classic Prada high heels that made every female in the lobby churn with envy. She looked glamorous in every sense; dressed to stun every beholder into oblivion.

A powerful and pleasant perfume scent topped her bodacious menu and held many spellbound as they watched her she pass by.

She sauntered through the main hallway reception, rode a lift to the 6th floor and headed for the lobby that housed the different offices of senior management.

Men ogled; some whistled, others gave smirks and lustful gasps of admiration.

Women sized up her look in their minds and mentally digested it; a gossip topic that would trend was ideating all over the place.

She made her way through the lobby reception of the adjoining management offices.

Someone noticed her and buzzed someone else on an intercom.

As she walked towards the main reception of the office she was headed, its receptionist, a conservative looking short lady who had been on the intercom before she walked in, dropped the intercom’s receiver and voiced a greeting, stunned at her look.

Lara mumbled a reply as she walked past the receptionist and three guests who were waiting to see the Brand Manager.

The guests were about protesting but the receptionist pleaded with them making them realise that Lara was an important person that had exclusive rights to enter as she liked.

She watched Lara go into the Brand Manager’s office and feared the worst.

Ben quickly dropped the intercom and looked up as Lara stepped into his office. At first he didn’t recognize her until she smiled at him. The realization rattled him, almost toppling him off his chair.

He had never in the last three years seen his wife look like that. He had become accustomed to her usual boring wardrobe of boubous, cliché native wear and abstinence from any form of facial make-up.

”Sweetheart…what…is this…I don’t understand….why are you…?” Ben lost his words. Lara’s look was just too much for him to take in.

She said nothing but just stood there in front of his desk looking and smiling at him. Then she placed both hands on his table and bent forward, her ample bosoms in full luring view, taunting his sexual sanity.

“Hi darling, how’s work?”

”Work is f…fine…but t…that doesn’t answer my question…”

”Oh…you wanna know why I’m looking like this?” She ran her hand slowly over her body.

”Y…yes. What’s the occasion?’

She gave a mischievous smirk and walked round his desk coquettishly as though she was about to do something naughty to him.

Then she dropped her purse on the floor and bent down to pick it while backing Ben. It seemed like a calculated move but whether it was or not, it had a powerful effect on her husband. The sight of the lower areas of her full rounded butt and slight show of red lacy panties set Ben’s nether regions on fire.

‘’Do you like what you see honey?’’ Lara cooed standing up again still backing him.

He reached out in dazed state to grab a handful of her butt but she slapped his hand away. His face flushed over with embarrassment.

‘’Ýou still h…haven’t answered my q…question.’’ He managed to say in between the waves of belittlement.

‘’Is that why you’re stuttering? Am I scaring you ….” She gave a naughty chuckle as her voice dropped into a husky naughty drawl, ”…or am I turning you on?”

Ben found himself in an instant quandary; a cocktail of emotions – confused, nervous and seriously turned on. Why was she doing this to him?

Her eyes locked onto his from a distance as she reached under her gown and swiftly yanked off her red lacy panties. She spun it round her index finger then threw it at him.

He caught the underwear which was damp with her essence, sniffed it and felt a thunderous ache inside his trousers. He stood up behind his desk, eager to throw decency into the winds. She seemed to get the message from his action and smiled sweetly at him. She cat-walked slowly to the door and locked it before coming back to the front of the table and leaned over it.

‘’You want me so bad, don’t you?’’ She cooed at him, tugging at the hem of her cleavage area.

He could only give a frantic nod. The lump in his throat aggravated by a sudden libidinous surge had stifled his capacity for speech.

“Ýou would love to take me right now on this desk wouldn’t you?’ she said or rather moaned. The sound of her voice at this setting was driving Ben nuts. He struggled to contain himself by smiling and nodding slowly.

“You would like to bend me over explore me inside out and fill me with all that ‘thick’ goodness hanging between your manly legs, wouldn’t you?” She had climbed the table, crawling across, brought her face close to his and breathed the words into his right ear.

Ben felt his breathing pacing up; his temple throbbed with the raging pulse building within his entire being.

“You’d love to lick me…touch me…”

“Yes baby…yes…yes!” He didn’t even let her finish before spitting out his craving desire. He was no longer thinking from between his ears but from between his legs.

She chuckled mischievously, turned about and crawled back across the table. Ben lunged forward to grab her pant-less behind but was not fast enough. He almost passed out from heated passion watching the nakedness underneath her gown moved away from his reach. He began fondling with his belt, not caring about the dirty secret he was hiding in the restroom.

Lara came down from the table, picked up her purse, opened it and pulled out a black semi-automatic handgun.

He stopped fondling with the belt on seeing the gun.

She kissed and caressed the gun’s barrel as though she wanted to fellate it then pointed it at him. Her face suddenly changed; the slutty/horny/seductive expression she had worn on her face all the while was suddenly replaced by a deadly cold stare.

Ben’s heart skipped several beats so much that he thought he was about to have a heart attack. He never saw this coming. A strong wave of fear and guilt enveloped him. He felt his erection dissipate fast.

‘’Lara, w…what is the m…meaning of this?’’ He retorted, the alarm quaked his voice.

”Sit down.” She said, supporting the gun with both hands; her eyes fastened fully on him.

”Lara…w…what are y…you doing with a g…gun?” Ben felt sweat that had never been there before break out under his clothes. Not even the air-conditioning could help at this point.

‘’You’re a fool Ben! A low-life scum of a husband!”

“Ehn…wha…?”

Compared to her angry outburst, Ben’s response sounded small and guilty.

“You think you can cheat on me, your wife of seven years and get away with it? You think I don’t know why you come home late? You think I don’t know about your so-called ‘official trips’ which are nothing but trips in between some bitch’s legs? And now you see me looking like this; like one of your office whores and you want some of me? Oh, so now you can see what you’re looking for in them in me? You’re a damn fool!’

By now Lara was trembling as rage consumed her and tears fought for release around the circumference of her eyes. Amazingly, she looked more beautiful in this intensified fit of rage; her breasts bounced with every angry demonstration, her lips were a delight to watch as it mouthed insults and invectives. Why had he never noticed how enchanting she could be? How could he not have seen this in his wife? Ben felt his erection awkwardly build up again.

Lara stopped talking and just stood there, eyes locked angrily unto her unfaithful husband’s, breasts heaving as she panted gently. Tears trickled down her eyes leaving make-up skid-marks down her dimpled cheeks. Gradually, she relaxed and until she was able to talk again.

“And that’s why I’m going to kill you.”

Ben’s erection suddenly became as limp as a ramen noodle so fast he thought he had auto-castrated himself.

“Lara please! Don’t do this…I’m so sorry…it won’t happen again…” He crashed to his knees begging for his life. He had read about instances like this in the papers and social media, instances that ended in one spouse killing the other due to acts of unfaithfulness. He had never imagined it would someday happen to him – that he would be the one to stare at death in the face.

His life suddenly flashed before him; all he would never get to do; the children he would leave behind, his parents, siblings, his investments….the more they flashed before him, the more he didn’t want to die. He begged for his life.

“Lara stop this please…think of the kids…think of Mama…”

“Shut up!”

Ben felt tears sting his eyes. He let them fall hoping the sight would touch Lara. Unfortunately for him, she ignored them.

“Good bye sweetie!”

She levelled the gun towards his face, her finger encircled the trigger.

“Nooooooooooooooo!” Ben screamed in horror as she squeezed the trigger thrice…

 

To be continued……………..

 



43 thoughts on “Pants Down – 1” by Afronuts (@Afronuts)

  1. hmmmn…nice!

  2. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

    Poor guy, Laura is crazy though she should know men are born to conquer. lol
    Nicely done, suspense filled

    1. @wordsfromuyi

      True…but never miss the fact that behind every conqueror is a woman

      1. This is a good one, I knew she was up to no. Good especially when you mentioned her kaftan or boubou wearing lifestyle before.

        1. The dude should have noticed!! And women do stick to their conquerors!! *smiles*

  3. Quite a good one…

  4. ok pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease tell me there were bullets in dat gun. pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeeee

    1. @tundun

      lol…I’ll tell you if there were bullets…in the next part!

  5. Gun in the bullet?@tundun I doubt it…he is going to get lucky. ‘Ramen noodle?’ lol! Are you a naruto fan? Nice writing. Just on observation you have use the word ‘fiddle’ instead of fondle with his belt.Fondle will imply that he is making out with his belt or something.@afronuts

    1. @amy78

      Thanks for that observation. You’re very correct; I should have used ‘fiddle’ instead of ‘fondle’.
      lol…you think its only Naruto that deals with Ramen noodles? ‘Cause I got that thought elsewhere.

  6. Interesting; especially Lara’s sensuality.

    1. @bunmiril

      Thanks…I had to re-write those parts until they felt right though.

  7. Seeing a different side of his wife didnt tell him something was up. Welldone Afronuts.

    1. @Blackgold

      Yeah…unfortunately her new look appealed to him thinking from ‘down below’ before it could appeal to him thinking from between his ears

  8. I got a feeling that all ‘these’ drama by Lara is a big bluff to caution her husband, Ben. She doesn’t cut across as someone capable of murder.
    Nice read. You really got me doing some serious guess work.

    1. @kingobozy

      Good thinking but I’ll leave it up to the 2nd part for the final reveal.

  9. Cheating, thieving husband. Really pants down. However, I hope the gun doesn’t kill him in one shot. A little wound in a choice part of his anatomy and months of painful recovery from an injury he can’t explain or that’d be too embarrassing….the equivalent of a granddad saying he has gonorrhoea but he didn’t catch it from his wife. @afronuts, good start

    1. @sanjules

      Now that’s an interesting route for the story to go!
      lol….don’t get into my head oh!

      1. Fret not about our getting into your head. First, dish up what you have on menu. Sure it will be sumptuous

  10. One, this is intriguing.
    Two, the story is one hell of a pacy one, an immix of erotica, passion and emotions. You really had it tied down to one point…. not what I was expecting.

    I am really waiting for the next part. I like this kind of melodrama.

    1. @vincentdepaul

      Thanks for the comment vince.
      Already put up the 2nd part. Just waiting for it to come up.

  11. Nice one.

    She had all the ‘assets’, yet she rarely bothered herself with the right packaging. Hmm. Still, its no excuse to cheat on her, sha.

    1. @namdi

      That’s the word – packaging – and that’s a lesson for women,
      And for the men its not an excuse too.

      Thanks for the input nnamdi.

  12. You had my attention from the first word Afronuts.
    Wise choice there with that title.
    The pictures you painted with your words were so vivid.
    Fabulous work.

    1. @olajumoke

      Thanks jummy,

      I try as much as I can to make it vivid. I’m glad you saw that!

  13. Rum pa pa pam
    Rum pa pa pam
    Rum pa pa pam
    Man down…
    song dat came into my mind after reading the last line
    These are the kinda punishment cheating azz bastard men deserve

    1. @schatzilein

      lol! You sound like an activist for women’s rights.
      Well…there’s nothing as relieving as the cheated woman getting the last laugh….watch out for the conclusion.

      Thanks

  14. wat da!!!! lara is a woman of steel

    1. @oxymoron93

      Hahaha! You had me imagining she wore blue tights with a red cape…superwoman tinz!

  15. I like what @vincentdepaul has said. It’s really erotic, at first, until the gun comes out. It’s a mixture of Anne Hooper and Iris Johansen.

    As the story concludes a femme fatale kind of a story came to mind, and a Mata Hari character to go with.

    Nice one.

    1. @elovepoetry

      wow…this your brief analysis is seriously loaded oh.
      Haven’t read Hooper or Johansen….

      As for the Mata Hari character – I’ll say it did reflect in the raunchy part but the notable difference would be that Lara was a married woman scorned while Mata Hari was a courtesan who went with different men.

  16. @afronuts Im waiting to see where u go with this. I’m sorry to sound small minded but the erotic bits were the best parts to me…panties with her essence….Lawd hav mercy. Good piece of writing.

    1. @Lulu

      LOL! Hey, I don’t blame you bro….you be guy and body no be wood so its easy to get carried away with those parts. But I was just trying to create a realistic scenario that’s why those parts became sort of intense…and you know say me I love to describe things…

      1. Hian!!!! Men!!!!! If women describe am na, una go dey argue say e no dey true to d value!!! *laughs*
        I also like it sha, teasing the senses unconsciously and consciously.

  17. This is great writing. Fast paced and risque, nice combo.

    1. @mcsnol

      This is a great comment, brief, precise and very appreciated.

      Thanks Bro.

  18. I really admire this authorial tone. @afronuts …. you are indeed a wordsmith. Your diction (the enslavement of the right words) contributed to the success of this piece for me. I couldn’t help, but read over again. Keep your pen bleeding.

    1. @Ajenifuja-Adetokunbo

      Wow…this your comment is powerful oh….it reads like something I should have in the first pages or back page of any publication I put out.

      Thanks Toks, will ‘keep the pen bleeding’ – love that statement, I’m stealing it and tweeting it, lol!

  19. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

    @afronuts, this is brilliant. Of course it’s you, so that is a normative default- you write well. The narration was sharp and relentless, but I sincerely hope, for the sake of their children that it’s one big drama…if not…na gbege o. Good job, boss

    1. @Omoniyi-Adeshola

      Thanks bro…of course u saw the end so you know.

  20. Woah! didnt see that coming. was so into the gist that maybe she came on good intentions 2 please her husband and then! she pulls out a gun.

  21. What a loss, when she have won him back, almost.

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