December 18, 2024

Edymaniac: Confessions of Lagos Runs Guy (Part 9)[18+]

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I sat up higher as well, very surprised by this information. “You really told your daughter you’re seeing an escort regularly? And she didn’t freak out?”

“No, not at all. Believe me, I thought I would get some sort of criticism about it, but she was very accepting. She had a few questions, mostly about the social side of us, but she also asked me a few sexual-based questions. I was as honest with her as I could be without getting too deep into the details of what we do.”

“It wasn’t weird for you, talking about your sex life with your daughter?”

“Well, it could have been, but we really bonded over it. And then she confided something to me that could have been uncomfortable for her. She told me she’s never had an orgasm when she sleeps with a man. Not once. Sex feels nice, oral and intercourse, but she’s never even come close to a climax except on her own.

And she’s been sexually active since she was 16, She’s very frustrated and worried it will negatively affect her relationship when she’s ready to get married, that she won’t connect well with her husband.”

I had a sense of where this conversation was going, If I was right, this was going to be a very odd request. “Chiwendu, what are you trying to say to me?”

“Kayode…this is hard… would you be willing to meet with Ginika and, if you connect well together, would you be willing to go to bed with her and see what you could do to help her? From what else she said, she might have a problem just letting her nervousness go.

You’re the best lover I’ve ever known. I don’t know if you could help her. But I think you have the best shot.”

“Wow, I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s definitely something I never would have considered, having sex with the daughter of a woman I sleep with. Tell me, did you suggest this to her?”

“I did. I told her how patient you can be, how tender and caring. She’s thinking it over. I know this is an odd request, Kayode. I just want to help my daughter find her sexual self. But if you can’t do it, maybe you know one of the other men you work with who could help her? I’d rather it be you, strange as that seems. I trust you.”

She cuddled closer to my chest, and I kept my arm around her. “Maybe I should think this over as well before giving you an answer. I wouldn’t want anything to screw up what works for us. So give me a few days to consider this?”

“Of course, Kayode. There’s no rush. Let me know when you’re ready.” With that, we settled in for the night. And then, morning sex.

****

This was a problem. On the one hand, I had to think about, even in my line of work, how many men would be willing to have sex with both a mother and her daughter, though, thankfully, separately. But on the other hand, I wanted to keep Chiwendu happy. Not only was she my best client by far, but she was also a very nice lady and we had a good relationship.

I enjoyed seeing her almost weekly, traveling with her, and the cultural life we shared. And her appointments alone paid for me to now be living in a luxury apartment and I was putting a lot of money away for my future between her and the others. And to put it simply, I liked her.

When I got my weekly pay, I sat down with Dami, like I usually do, and while we talked about the week and a few other things, I brought up the subject of Chiwendu’s request. “Dami, have you ever heard of anything else like this before? I sure i haven’t.”

She leaned back in her chair and thought for a moment or two. “Kayode, I’ve been doing this for more than twelve years now, almost fifteen, and I’ve heard all sorts of things. A few years back, one of my clients asked her regular escort to help take her daughter’s virginity after she turned 20.

She said she knew she could rely on him to treat her right and make it special for her. So this doesn’t really surprise me, except for the fact that it’s Chiwendu. She’s one of your most ‘straight’ clients. You know, nothing kinky. Just companionship and sex.”

“Yes, and I like her. She’s been very good to me over the years and she’s never once been rude to me. I would really hate to lose her as a client. It’s not just the money. I care about her as a person.”

Dami smiled at me, a warm smile. After three years, we had our own close relationship. I never had issues with her about getting paid on time or correctly, she never let a client get inappropriate with any of her escorts. I never felt degraded by her. From what I heard around town, some other women in her line of work could be not so honest. “I would say do it, but only if you can do it without feeling wrong with it.

You also have to let her and her daughter know that you might not be able to make it work. We don’t know why she hasn’t been able to have orgasms. There are more than a few women this is an issue for. And there are all sorts of reasons why. Each woman’s story is different. So, you have to be upfront with them. It can’t cause trouble for you and Chiwendu.”

“I understand. Thanks, Dami. I’ll decide in a day or two, so I can tell Chiwendu on Friday, our regular night together.”

“Try to set up a lunch for the three of you, not on the clock, where you can all talk it over and make the decision together. Then you should get some time alone with the daughter to see if you get along and maybe she can give you information as to why she has trouble.

It could be a trauma from her past. Or maybe she has a very different need to reach orgasm, not just regular sex. She might not feel comfortable saying it in front of her mother. Some fantasy she needs to get excited enough. That can be kind of hard to talk about in front of your parent.’

That Friday, when I saw Chiwendu for our weekly ‘date’, I told her I was undecided, and that we should get together with Ginika for a casual lunch to see if we had some chemistry. If we didn’t get along at all, this wasn’t going to work. On Monday, Chiwendu called me (she was one of the very few to whom I gave my private phone number) and we arranged for lunch on Wednesday.

She picked a quiet little lounge in Lekki where we would be left alone to talk. Instead of my usual suit, I wore a Versace long-sleeve shirt with black trousers, and the ladies were dressed equally casually.

Ginika looked a lot like her mother, though she had a dreadlock, and she wore it fashionably short. She was slender, even a little slight, with small breasts, but definitely attractive. We shook hands nervously; this was not exactly a typical meeting.

We ordered, including a drink each, and after some ice-breaking small talk and a light lunch, Chiwendu got up and said “I think I’m going to leave the two of you alone to talk. I’m going to that boutique around the corner. Come to meet me there afterward, Honey” she told Ginika.

“Lunch is on me. Have a nice talk. Kayode, I’ll see you?” She said it simply. Ginika knew our relationship, but Chiwendu didn’t want to speak of it.

“Friday night. Thank you, Chiwendu.” I stood with her and kissed her cheek goodbye. Then I sat back down with Ginika to see if we could be comfortable together.

“Well, this is kind of weird,” she said with a wry smile. “I guarantee none of my friends have ever been on this kind of set-up.”

“No, probably not. It’s a first for me as well. Would you like another drink?”

“Yeah, I think I need it to talk about this.” We got a second drink each and we started by just talking about our lives. She was working at a fashion magazine as someone’s administrative assistant, and she enjoyed her job and hoped to have a future in the industry. She was bright and personable, and we relaxed.

“Kayode, do you mind telling me how you got into your line of work? You can tell me it’s not my business. I can understand why you might not want to tell me.” She leaned forward on her arms, and her body language told me she really did want to know, and it might make a difference in her decision on whether we would go forward.

I explained my encounter with Chike three years before, how that led me to Dami, and how at the time I planned to make enough money to go to graduate school, but now I wasn’t so sure.

“Aside from moving into a much nicer apartment than the ghetto I was in, I don’t live luxuriously. I travel a little when I take a week off, see friends and family, though I’m not all that close with anyone. I can’t exactly talk about how I’m making a living with most people, right? I kind of miss having someone that I can be that direct with. I only talk to a very few people about any of my private life.”

“Like my mother? You probably talk to her, correct?”

“Sure. I know her a long time now and she’s been good to me. And she’s a very nice lady. I think the world of her.” I found it was easy to talk to Ginika, even about this. “Do you mind if we talk more about you, Ginika? It’s really why we’re here.”

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