~Fuck my G-string~
Finally the doctor said, “I am sorry he is in coma for now. We don’t know his fate yet.”
Senator Madu shivered feeling tension within his heart as he wiped his tears. “But doctor you assured me he was going to be fine.” He said and sniffed, “What do you mean by you don’t know his fate now. Is he going to die or what? Please don’t tell me that!” he lamented, lowered his gaze and doubted hugely within himself that Nku wasn’t going to make it.
“That is what I don’t know for now, Senator. At the mean time Nku is almost lifeless and will be using oxygen support to gasp for life…”
He interrupted in fear, “Oh my goose! What is happening, doctor. Don’t tell me that! Please tell me it is not true!” he dropped on his knees, weeping like a baby. “Nku is all I got now. If I lose my sweetie I would go gaga…”
“Oh come on Senator. Please put yourself together and be of good cheer, Ok, please,” the doctor consoled him, tapping him on the shoulder. “We will do our best to ensure he makes it. Please perk up.”
***
Later when Senator Madu paid Nku a visit in the ward, he wept bitterly upon gazing on his stilled body and oxygen mask that covered his face. He stood at the door for a time too long until he dragged himself to his side.
When he took his arm into his, he stamped a kiss on it and placed it on his chest while he wept on.
This was not what he planned for their future. Now he regretted taking him into the theater. The hush of silence that hung over them gave him room to weep intensely that he couldn’t weep any more.
“Please, Nku I beg of you, don’t die and leave me in this miserable world. I will be ruined without you. And you know, Aku would mock me, the public will scorn me please don’t do this. Stay alive for me. Stay alive my heartbeat.” He sniffed bitterly as he wept at the tops of his lungs.
As for weeping there was no stopping him, even the doctor and nurses had to pull over and take him outside so as not to disturb Nku and a few of other patients.
***
As soon as Aku exited from the lift, she walked majestically into the lonely office of Azuaka.
The door opened…
“I never know you were on a business tour in brazil,” she said, her high-heels knocking as she stepped forward to him, before she placed her foot on the chair, flashing her G-string at him, just arouse him and make him see what he would miss.
At the time, Azuaka who was busy compiling news and journals for the week’s publication turned around in his swivel chair to behold Aku in her transparent gown which flashed her big tits and well shaven pussy covered with a tiny sling of G-string.
“So how did it go? Hope you fucked Gabriela very well?” she asked arrogantly and widened her foot on the chair that Azuaka could tell that her G-string was pink and her pussy was dry.
“And what is your fucking business if I lashed her very well? Does it change the fact that you lost your husband to a small boy and you fuck Mr. President now, uh?”
She smiled darkly, raised her legs and her well shaven pussy swallowed the string of G-string, revealing much of her pussy.
“I am better off, dick head. This will be the last time you will see my pussy and I am not sure you will get more pussy because Opula has been denying you true love and your secretary just dumped your ass over sexual assault.” She pulled out a magazine and showed him the headline.
SECRETARY TO LEGAL DAILIES CEO RESIGNS OVER SEXUAL ASSAULT
“The news is everywhere now, cunt. You are gradually losing your patronage. And for your information, I own a newspaper house now, so you can have that as your copy of Sexy Model News…”
Azuaka collected the paper and saw Gabriela on the front page, frowning stilly.
“This is rubbish!” he snapped, “What makes you feel I assaulted her, uh. Obviously you are a cheap, ass, garbage journalist who only knows how to flash her pussy and tits for the viewing of the whole world.” He tossed the news paper at her, and it opened to the model page where Aku flashed her tits and bikini shape lying on the floor.
“Well,” she pulled down her foot, “I have come to inform you that I will be cutting ties with you. Hence forth you have no copyright to my nude pictures. Your so-called Gabriela is modeling for me now and your photographer Steve is my special photographer.”
Azuaka stood up in rage, “You bastard, you feel pained because I employed Gabriela and now you employed her just to get back at me. Listen up, cunt, I may be standing alone now, while you sell platinum, but it will be in your interest to know that Legal Dailies will bounce back again. I will stand again. Now leave my office.” he pointed in the direction of the door.
As usual, she sneered at him, dug her hand into her thighs, and pulled out her G-string, which she tossed at him and it landed on his face.
“You can fuck my G-string!” she told him and walked away, leaving the door banging.
“Shit!” Azuaka punched his palms and gnashed his teeth, “Gabriela and Steve? You did this to me?”
When he walked into the photo studio, he barged in on Steve packing up a few of his stuff.
“What are you doing Steve” Azuaka asked, with his arms folded in shock.
Steve snorted and shook his head, “I am sorry, boss my job with you ends today. I am with Her Excellency, Aku now, Sexy Model News is trendy now. Legal Dailies is losing revenue. Is good bye, boss,” he said, hung his bag across his shoulders and had a walk.