Who's Got The Poison? (Finale)

So, this is it. The last part of the story. *insert thank you speech*. Hope you guys enjoyed reading the story as much as I loved writing it.
New, slightly more experimental project next week. Remember: The end of something is the start of something else. Unless, of course, you don't care. :(
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The sound of water droplets steadily falling from the tap and hitting the sink at timed intervals echoed in her mind as she sat slouched against the kitchen island. The darkness surrounded her, intensifying her senses. She could hear the cars driving past on the street outside, busy people returning home to their families; smell the roast she'd slaved over for dinner, each individual seasoning coming alive in her mind; and she could feel a chill in the air, in spite of the fact that every window was shut. She sat there, immobile, taking it all in. Allowing each new blind perception excite every crevice of her brain.

She sat there, in the dark, with her eyes closed and opened her mind. Memories that had been repressed and locked away in the darkness came flooding back. And with those memories, came the accompanying emotions. The pain. The fear. The betrayal. The hunger...... Breathe. She reminded herself. You have to breathe. She inhaled, and let the memories take over.

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She was seated on a rock by the road, surrounded by trees and weeds that hid her from anyone's sight. She'd been standing earlier on, but the backpack she carried, the backpack that contained all she would need, had begun to weigh her down. He went by this route every night. She knew. She had to see him. In order to see him, she had to wait. Wait she would.

The insects in the dark talked to her while she waited. They seemed to be asking, begging her to leave. To just get up and go. She tried to block out the sounds, but the chirping rose to deafening proportions. She couldn't leave. Wouldn't. Not until she got what she came for. She heard footsteps coming up the road. She knew it was him, he'd always gone jogging at this time. She waited for him to get closer. He would have his earphones plugged in, so he wouldn't hear her. He got closer, and she stepped out of the shadows. He had all of five seconds to see her and react. Not enough. She hit him over the head with a plank and knocked him out.

After dragging his unconscious body deep into the surrounding wood area, she bound his now bruised body to a tree with a rope from her bag, gagged him and sat on the floor in front of him, playing with the last tool from her bag. She would wait for him to wake. He stirred and opened his eyes. As she walked up to him and looked into those eyes, the eyes of a man she'd once loved wholeheartedly, rage took over. Her mind clouded over, her vision became blurred, and, for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, she lost control of her body. When her mind cleared, she stood panting in front of Ifeanyi's lifeless body. Slumped against the tree, blood and stab wounds all over.
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The wind outside rattled the windows violently, dragging her back to the present. She heard the crashes of thunder, the kitchen was briefly illuminated as a bolt of lightening flashed across the sky. Temi, who had always been frightened by the sound of thunder, wasn't fazed. She still sat there, not moving. Absorbing. All the impending rain did was distract her momentarily, before forcing her mind to go on another trip. Taking her back to that night....

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The rain drops pelted her as she sat by the wall behind the club, next to the trash cans, playing with her toy. She didn't care that she was getting soaked. Didn't care that she could get very ill from such exposure. She shuddered when she heard the rumbling of the thunder, but she stayed. For some reason, this was the sanctuary she desperately needed right now. She had to fight the urge. Couldn't give in.

The back door of the club opened and a raincoat-clad figure stepped out, dragging two huge dustbin bags along with it. A crack of lightening lit up the sky, and she saw a face. A face she recognised. Deborah. The waitress that was constantly flirting with Kemi. She stared at her. Deborah's lips were moving, but she couldn't hear anything that was being said. Images of Deborah and Kemi together, happy, briefly flashed through her mind, and then blackness.

When she came to, she dragged the mangled body closer to the trash cans and ran.
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She continued to sit there a while longer, more memories flooding her mind. Thunder again. She opened her eyes and stared into the darkness. She could here the soft dripping sounds on either side of her. She sighed. Almost time.

She rose slowly from the floor and walked to the sink. Her toy lay there, still drenched in the warm liquid. It had a way of calling to her. She picked it up and walked slowly back to the kitchen island. The dinner she'd prepared for them was still on the table. It was cold now. Their plates were almost half empty, but hers remained untouched. She walked round to the other side of the island, slowly trailing her toy along the surface.

Lightening lit up the room once more, and she saw the lifeless bodies that sat slumped on the chairs, fresh blood still dripping. She stood between them, thinking about that night. The night she'd watched the two people she loved betray her. The images were all too clear, the sounds unbearable piercing. She'd watched, from a crack in the door, as her boyfriend took what he so desperately needed from her bestfriend, and as her bestfriend, for whom she'd to anything to please, had offered and given so willingly.

She'd bided her time. Pretended it was all okay. That she didn't know. They'd done it again several more times. The bastards. She'd let them go on. Her time was near. Let them keep insulting her intelligence by carrying on like they disliked each other in her presence. And so, she'd prepared this dinner. This wonderful meal, unknown to them, had the liver and ovaries of the Fugu incorporated into it.

They'd eaten, and she'd sat and watched. "Are you okay?" Kemi had asked. "You're not eating." She'd merely laughed in her soul and nodded. And then the poison started to act. Tony and Kemi sat paralysed on their chairs. This what she wanted; for them to be fully conscious, but unable to stop her. She started with Kemi. She'd made him watch as she cut her face, destroying that beauty the men loved so much, and then ended her with several stabs to the heart. For the one she loved, she was more merciful. She didn't want him to suffer as much. She loved him. And she told him so as she held his head back and slashed his neck.

Now, she felt empty. Alone. She needed them. She loved them. She hoisted herself unto the island and laid on it. She'd be with them again. I'm coming.. She raised the knife above her body. Thunder. More lightening. She drove the knife into her stomach. She'd lay there and wait. It wouldn't be long. She needed to tell them how sorry she was. They could work it out. They'd find a way. It wasn't too late. I'm coming.

Who's Got The Poison? (Part 6)

Tony lay there, on the floor of the living room, a pandemonium of emotions and thoughts coursing through his mind and soul. Each occurring feeling rivalled by it's direct opposite in a battle for dominance. He needed to clear his head of all the clashing thoughts, but how could he? He knew doing so wouldn't be possible. At least not now. Not while it was all still so fresh.

And, just like that, the images cam rushing back - his body and hers, tangled in intense sex. He closed his eyes and let it all sink in again. The way her moans echoed his pleasure, the bites and scratches that egged him on, the grinding of their bodies, that gloriously moist warmth, the pure ecstasy of it all. Breathe, Tony. Calm down.But he couldn't. Because, all he had allowed to take over his mind was building up to a climax. In that one moment, he'd both exploded with pleasure, and had reality crash down on him.

And then, the guilt began to well up inside him. Burning at the depth of his being. Gnawing at his conscience. He shouldn't have. But she came on to me. Didn't she? Memories came back in fractions. How she'd walked into the sitting room wearing nothing but her underwear. She'd laughed at his discomfort, and plopped down next to him. Teased him with her hands, running her fingers up his arm, prattling on about something he couldn't quite remember. Her hand had come to rest on his lap, dangerously close to his groin, several times, sending shock waves through his body. He could barely remember what had led up to that kiss. He could only watch the replay in his mind's eye. The kiss that had led up to all this. More blanks in his memory. The scenes replayed just like snapshots. She on top of him. Undressing him. Pleasing him with her hands and mouth, clearing every shadow of hesitation lurking around. He'd wanted her. Desperately. More flashes. Thrusting into her warmth, her muted moans of acceptance driving him over the edge sooner than he'd hoped.

In retrospect, he should have let it end there. Should have gathered himself and walked away. Walked away? He should have taken to his heels. But the hunger had festered in his soul, and, now that he'd had a taste, he had to have more. He'd feasted on her. Made up for every lack he had endured in the past months. He was as ravenous as a mythical creature released once every century or so to feed. And, just as in the case of such a creature, one measly offering of sacrifice wouldn't be enough to please him. His primal male instincts had kicked in and blocked all reasoning. He would have her. He would have all of her. And, with this resolve, he had broken down every resistance she'd tried to put up. She was his.

More guilt. How could something that had been so amazingly awesome make him feel like a first class bastard? If he were to be completely honest, what he'd done had shot him way above the station of 'bastard'. He was much worse. He felt undeserving. Unworthy. He cursed the insomnia that had kept him up so late and placed him at the scene, setting him up for this act of wanton cruelty and selfishness. What logical explanation did he have to offer should the time come? He'd acted without thinking, let his inner basic animal take over. Wrong move. He was a man, dammit!! He should have more restraint. He cursed inwardly. There was a pit in his bowels, and it was expand with each passing second. Mostly because he realised he only regretted how it had happened, but didn't feel the least bit unhappy that it had. In fact... he thought to himself.

Tony tapped the body that had snuggled into his. "Babe, are you okay."
Her response was sleepy "Yeah."
"Roll over."
"What?"
"I need you to roll over. Lie on your back." She did as she was told, and he proceeded to slip a finger into her. A moan escaped her throat. "You like that?" She nodded. "Good. I'm going to take care of you. You have to be really quiet though. Don't want her" he jerked his head towards the bedroom door "to wake up. Okay?" She nodded again. "Good." And then he took one of her nipples in his mouth.
As she revelled in all the pleasure she was getting, she knew they'd both begun something that would be difficult to back away from. She sighed. And to think I didn't really like him to begin with. As her body received hit-after-hit of immeasurable pleasure and satisfaction, Kemi stole a glance towards Temi's room door. This won't go over well if she ever finds out..

Behind a door in a dark room, Temi sat and cried silent tears.

Who's Got The Poison? (Part 5)

"You guys haven't had sex?!" Everyone at the restaurant paused to stare at Kemi, but she wasn't phased. She stared at Temi, seated across from her and trying furiously to hide her face with her hair, in utter bewilderment. "How can you not have shagged him already?! What do the two of you do locked up in your room all the time? Bible study?!"
Temi sank lower in her seat. "Kemi, hush now. Is it because I told you?"
"I'm talking normally now! Ahn ahn! Is it my fault these people can't mind their business?" She waved her hand passively at a group seated at a nearby table. "Don't change the topic. Oya. Explain. All those nights at his place. Nothing? Why?" She paused and sat up in her chair. " Is he gay?!" This last question elicited more stares from diners at the restaurant.

"Of course not, Kemi! Don't be ridiculous." At this point, Temi was wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. What possessed me to tell this girl about me and Tony now? Ehn? She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair "It's not that big a deal. I don't know why I even brought it up. Let's just forget it." She knew her attempts at escape were feeble and pointless. Kemi wouldn't let go of this. She already doesn't approve of him, and now I had to open my big mouth and tell her this. I will never hear the end of it. She took a sip from her glass of juice and stared at Kemi, who was still staring at her like she'd gone mad.

"But I don't understand, Temi." Kemi resumed in a much calmer tone. " If he's not gay, why won't he have sex with you?"
"It's not him, it's me. Don't look at me like that. I'm being serious." Temi paused, expecting Kemi to interrupt. Nothing. "I don't want to rush things with him. You know how easy it is to..."
Kemi cut her off "Temitope," she only ever called her by her full name when she was being really serious. "is this about Ifeanyi?."
Temi was silent. She'd hoped this wouldn't come up, but known it couldn't be avoided.

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Ifeanyi. Her most recent ex. The man that had possessed her heart and soul for three years. She remembered the first time she'd met him. She was fresh out of the university and fulfilling her national service obligations, serving as one of the assistants at a PR firm. He was a handsome, smooth-talking ladies man. He didn't work at the same firm she did, but he frequented their hallways on the regular. He was an image consultant for several large companies, and thus, brought in plenty of clients. She'd fallen for him long before he approached her, spewing compliments that made her heart flutter, and her head dizzy from sheer joy.

She became quite taken with him. His visits to her office were mostly focused on her presence there, even when he had business to discuss with the big guns, he'd sneak out of meetings to plant kisses on her forehead or lips. But the times spent outside the office were the ones she'd cherished the most. She was just starting to truly experience life, and he'd shown her how to open herself up to the special blend of euphoria life had to offer. Well, life with him at least. She didn't refuse when he asked her to move in with him. In fact, she liked to think she orchestrated the whole thing. Temi was purely and wholly happy. She had a great job, which she loved, and a man who loved her. Yes, life was beautiful as far as she was concerned.

And then the storm rolled in. Sometimes, Temi would sit and wish she'd seen the signs, or heard a forecast, but, truth be told, they'd all been there. Flashing lights and sounding warnings as clear and loud as the ones at a train track. And as much as she would love to believe she'd been tied to the tracks, powerless to escape the impending collision, that was far from the case. She had refused to see. Refused to hear. Temi had built a protective wall of fantasy around her seemingly blissful relationship. His reluctance to settle down, she readily understood and explained off to her friends as "too soon."; the late nights, she convinced herself were spent nowhere but the office; the business trips she couldn't go on because well, they were business trips; and having to move into another room whenever his sister came to visit because she had a mental disorder and was very possessive of her older brother. In fact, his concern for his sister's fragile condition only deepened her love for him. So much so, she didn't mind wiping away every trace of her presence in his bedroom whenever his sister, Adaora, was coming into town, so she could be comfortable there. On the surface, it was all okay.

Three years down the line, and two abortions later, she'd gotten home to find her possessions neatly arranged by the compound gate. An envelope placed on top the pile of boxes, and held down with a medium-sized rock. At that moment fear and confusion flooded her brain. A part of her new what was about to happen, but her wall, though beginning to crack, stood still, hindering realisation from taking root. She reached for the envelope tentatively, and opened it.

"Temi, I'm sorry this is happening like this. But, as you must know by now, we can't go on. Adaora and I are married now. It would be unfair for me to keep living with someone else. She's moving in today. Please endeavouur to have your things cleared before she arrives. I hope the enclosed cheque covers any inconvenience. Ifeanyi."

As she read, the echoes of her crumbling wall resounded in her head. She remembered feeling like her soul had been wrenched out of her, leaving her hollow. Calm and cool on the surface, destroyed on the inside, she'd taken the cheque out of the envelope, ripped up the letter, flagged down a cab to Kemi's place, and never looked back.
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Now, here she sat at a crowded restaurant, two years later, silent tears slowly streaming down her face as she remembered. She felt Kemi's warm palm on her hand and looked up from the table cloth. "I'm okay, Kemi." Her voice was shaky. Barely sudible.
Kemi felt miserable. This was her fault, afterall. She'd hurt her friend while pursuing her own selfish goal. A goal she hadn't even achieved. "It's okay, Temi. I'm sorry I brought it up."
"I just son't want to be stupid like that again, Kemi." Her eyes were red and swollen now. "I'm not sure if I'd be able to survive it."
Kemi gazed into the eyes of her bestfriend, and knew that she'd meant what she'd said. "I know, Temi."

Who's Got The Poison (Part 4)

I know some of you missed Part 3 last week, and that was partly my fault. You might want to go back a few posts and read it before reading this. Or, you could just click here. Ayyt. Now, Part 4...Please enjoy.
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He stroked the head on his chest gently with one hand, flickering images from the television lighting up the otherwise pitch-black room. Her warm, naked body pressed up against him, awakening his most primitive senses. She had basically turned his body into a bed by placing one half of her body on his - an arm across his midriff, a leg intertwined with one of his, forcing it to have direct contact with that beautiful, warm haven he so desperately craved. There really wasn't any point in denying it anymore. He wanted her. His free hand moved under the duvet that covered them, and roamed freely over her naked body, allowing his mind appreciate the silky texture of her skin. Every crease, every curve his fingers explored excited him more.

His thoughts went back to the night he'd first seen her. That night at the club, when her beautiful bikini-clad body had moved on the pole with flawless fluidity and enchanted him. Tony was no stranger to bars and strip clubs. Far from it. He'd seen, fondled, and , on the rare occasion, had very intimate relations with more than any male's fair share of strippers and pole dancers. But she was different, and he couldn't place his finger on why. She wasn't the best dancer he'd seen, but he felt pulled to her by an inexplicable force. He let out a low laugh. And to think I didn't want to go out that night.

Indeed, Tony had been dragged out by his friends on that particular night. He'd just relocated from Lagos, and his friends were eager to celebrate. He, on the other hand, had just wanted to relax at home with a movie, they were having none of that. And so it came to be that Tony wound up at the club that night, and had his soul captured by the dancer. Images of her tripping flashed through his mind, and goosebumps rose on his skin as he recollected what it had felt like to hold her for the first time. He'd actually been waiting for her to re-emerge from the rest room, and was hoping to somehow get her attention when, fortunately for him, she'd taken a tumble right in front of him. Of course, that hold was nothing compared to the embraces they'd shared these past couple of days, but it her touch had sent sparks shooting through his veins anyway. But he couldn't have his moment with her then. She was stunned, recovering from the adrenaline that he knew had flooded her mind. He'd watched her as she retreated to her booth, and all night.. At the end of the night, he'd gone through great lengths to acquire her number.

He felt her shudder and pulled her closer. He was happy to have her. The month and half they'd spent together had been glorious. Her appetite for life was contagious. They'd seen every new movie that was out, eaten at almost every restaurant, and she'd managed to drag him to the amusement park and convince him to get on several rides with her. Something he did not envision himself ever doing again. But he loved the days they just stayed in and cuddled the most. She was so petite next to him, wrapping her in his arms was too easy. They could just sit or lie holding each other for hours. He remembered when he'd first kissed her. She'd insisted they take things slow, even though she had no problem whatsoever with them stripping down to nothing, and in the instant his lips touched hers, he felt the hesitation. Tasted the fear and uncertainty. He understood.

He inwardly cursed whoever had made her so emotionally reserved. He'd learnt to wait for her to be the one who initiates their make-out sessions, and they had been few and far between. Every kiss was restrained, every touch met with rigidity. She was slowly loosening up though, thank God. But he wanted more. Sometimes, he played with her while she slept, using his fingers just lightly so she wouldn't wake, but he'd never gone further than that. He'd been tempted more than once though. He'd almost given in to the lust on a night when she, probably in a some sort of semi-conscious state, had responded positively to his touch, raising her hips to meet his seeking fingers, and moaning lightly. He'd lost his mind bringing her to climax that night. Watching her reaction had been nothing short of magical for him, and he longed to make her feel that way when she was awake. Even now, his fingers circled the object of his desires.

He paused when she stirred. He wasn't quite sure how she'd react to his actions. She'd probably be pretty upset. Fuck! His thoughts were interrupted by a low sound coming from her direction. "Temi? Are you up?"
Temi simply took the hand that had stirred her awake and guided it back to where it's attention had been only moments ago. "Don't stop." was all she said.
Ans that was more than enough for him. Rolling her unto her back, he let his fingers work; stroking, teasing, and taking the occasional plunge. Her moans growing as she squirmed and twisted on the bed. As the realisation that this was a rare occurrence and would probably never happen again hit him, he decided to take a chance and go as far as he could this one time. His lips found their way to where his fingers worked, and he tasted her for the first time. His mind had just began to bask in the joy of the way she felt against his lips, when he felt her stiffen. On any other day, he would've have stopped and returned to merely cuddling her. But this wasn't any other day. His tongue worked furiously alongside his fingers, lapping up the juices that now flowed freely, stopping at intervals to nibble lightly and suck on the clit.
Temi's moaning grew louder, and her breathing more urgent. Her body had surrendered to this man who'd taken up residence in her soul, and she'd lost all control. All these feelings....she'd only ever felt something close with one other person. She felt the tension building up inside her. Her voice failed her. She could only manage a whisper "Tony..."
He felt her body rise as she exploded in his mouth and around his fingers. And then she went limp, the walls around his tools pulsating as she continued to squirt more liquid gold. He slid his fingers out and rolled unto his back next to here. She was still whimpering. "Come here, baby." He said, bundling her into his arms, and holding her body against his. He held her like that, rocking her until she went back to sleep.

Who's Got The Poison? (Part 3)

Temi raised her hand to shield her still sleep-filled eyes from the glaring light the television was emanating. They'd fallen asleep in the sitting room again. Temi often wondered why they bothered renting a two-bedroom place when they hardly ever used the bedrooms. In fact, they shared one. Kemi had broken up with her boyfriend soon after they'd rented the flat, and was too depressed to be left alone. As a solution, Temi had moved into the room with her, so she wouldn't feel so lonely. Months had passed, and Kemi had moved on, but Temi still stayed.

She glanced down at the floor. It was taking her eyes forever to adjust, but she didn't need perfect vision to be able to make out Kemi's still unconscious, half-naked body beneath her. She reached down and trailed a finger slowly along the exposed flesh. In the time they'd lived together, they had grown accustomed to stripping down in front of each other and walking around the flat in the bare minimum, and Temi had become quite fond of Kemi's body. Well, she really loved seeing her naked, but she didn't look bad in this beautiful black ensemble either. Her fingers lingered just above the top rim of her bra, drawing playful circles on the skin around it.

Her mind wandered back to the events of the previous night, and earlier that morning. It was all a bit fuzzy and images flashed around without a coherent sequence. She remembered all too clearly how she'd almost embarrassed herself and her family name by tripping, and then, clear as day, she saw his face again. his lightly bronzed face with it's chiselled features, and those eyes. Even thinking about them now, she felt like she was swimming in the depth of the blue. She dug deeper and managed to recollect what it had felt like when he caught her. No doubt his arms were strong, she only wished she'd been able to feel them herself. Her thoughts drifted from, but never completely abandoned the stranger. Deborah. she thought. So sad about her death. And for her mangled body to be found next to the trash cans behind the club....

Her chain of thought broke as she felt Kemi stirring - She'd started mumbling incoherently and tossing mildly. Temi knew this meant she was having a nightmare, so she dropped down next to her, and cuddled her from behind. Stroking her hair as if wiping away the bad dream, in an attempt to ease her.

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Kemi could feel the warmth of Temi's body against hers. Or was that just the heat building inside her? The stroking had woken her from a dream she couldn't remember, but was glad to be away from. However, she wasn't quite ready to open her eyes. To leave Temi's nurturing embrace. She'd missed being held like this, especially so close. The heat was fast-building within her and she cursed her alcohol-induced state of lust. She needed to douse the flames that were slowly consuming her on the inside.

She could still feel Temi's hands on her, but they'd moved from stroking her hair. She hadn't even realised when the hand that once played with her had trailed down to the skin just below the rim of her bra. She moaned inwardly when the finger traced an imaginary line down the centre of her torso. Hell, why not? she thought to herself as the finger continued to dance on her skin. I'm horny enough. But how do I play this?

Attempting to open her eyes was almost a wasted effort. They still felt heavy from the night before, and would only open enough to give her a partial view of her surroundings. Slowly rising so that she was in a sitting position as well, she carefully avoided Temi's gaze as she reached down and held the hand that was igniting her, slowly guiding it up to her breasts. She slid one hand behind her and unhooked her bra. Letting it fall to the ground between them, fully exposing her full, firm breasts. Only then did she make eye contact with Temi, inviting her, pleading with her with her eyes. She could see the hesitation in Temi's eyes. They'd only done this once before, on a high-trip, and they hadn't spoken about it ever.

As usual, the stillness, the silence, and the waiting was starting to irk Kemi. She inched closer to Temi so there was barely any space between them, took both her hands, which had fallen limp at her side, placed them on her breasts, leaned in even closer, and then whispered "I need you."

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Temi just sat transfixed, holding Kemi's gaze. She couldn't completely believe what was happening. It all seemed a bit surreal to her. She hadn't forgotten that one night. When Kem, under the delusion that they were both high,i had completely and utterly surrendered herself. She'd enjoyed every touch, every bite, every sound. She'd explored, feeling and tasting to her heart's content. And when Kemi climaxed, she did so mentally as well. The morning after, they'd both pretended nothing happened. They'd just fallen asleep next to each other naked was what they'd said to each other teasingly. Now, months later, here Kemi was. Asking.

Her hands, eager to enjoy every bit as mush as they could, were already working on their own. She took Kemi's nipples between he finger and fondled them, rubbing and pinching lightly, all the while watching her face for any reactions. She pinched one nipple a bit harder, and watched Kemi inhale sharply, and her eyelids close as her face relaxed. She pushed Kemi back gently, until she was back in a lying position, spread her legs so she could kneel between them, and then she leaned in and took one nipple between her teeth, gently nibbling and licking as she rubbed the other one between her fingers.

She could hear Kemi's breathing getting deeper, feel the heat beneath burning to escape. She ran a finger along her sides, marvelling at the curves, traced the outlines of the little underwear she had on, and then slipped the finger inside the garment. Another gasp from Kemi. Temi's finger was welcomed by sticky warmth. She loved the feel of it, longed to taste the wetness, but it wasn't time. Instead, she lifted herself a bit so she was towering over Kemi, whose eyes opened to meet hers, and leaned in for a kiss, but Kemi turned away. Of course. No mouth-to-mouth. So, she focused on the neck instead, kissing and nipping lightly, while her finger was busy below, stroking the walls, and playing with the entrance, but never going deeper.

Kemi's moans were becoming more urgent, and her body was moving more excitedly. She arched her back and raised her hips in an attempt to get Temi to go deeper, but Temi was in control. "Relax love." She whispered into Kemis ear as she nibbled on the lobe. She knew how wild this made Kemi, and the amount of juice pouring out of her further confirmed it. She decided she couldn't torture herself anymore, and trailed kisses down Kemi's body to the pulsing treasure below. She yanked away the piece of clothing that shielded her from her prize, and admired the beauty. Kemi arched once more, beckoning to her....and then the phone rang.

Who's Got The Poison? (Part 2)

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All she'd ever wanted to do was dance. Growing up, she'd sucked at it. At almost everything, actually. Dancing, chores, party games, and even the games she and the other children in the compound would often play, like ice and water, red light, green light, ten ten, and even catcher. Temi was very awkward when it came to any activity that required her to move her body or socialise with other children, she just couldn't quite get the hang of it. Still, she loved to dance.

As the years went by, she'd become more and more recluse. Going downstairs to play with the neighbours became something she did less frequently, opting to stay upstairs reading. Books were her escape. Oh, she loved the books! And she read everything, too. Newspapers, magazines, any paperwork her mum brought home, even books that were supposedly for adults, and she didn't need any help. She picked words up very quickly. Her mind was as sharp as a knife, which is why she always excelled at schoolwork. Her report cards read the same thing every term - "Very gifted academically, but needs to work on her social skills."

Still, she loved to dance. And now, years later, here she was. Doing what she truly loved. The music blaring around her she mounted the platform and started her routine. The club lights flashed on and off her bikini-clad body as she briefly walked around the pole in rhythm to the music blaring around her, then she shut everything but the music out and mounted the pole. The feel of the cold steel against her bare flesh made her feel nothing short of ecstatic. The pole was her lover, and she treated it as such. She worked on it lovingly, executing each slide, spin, and fall with passion. She'd been doing this for so long, she was dangerously close to being perfect at it. Temi was a crowd pleaser, and the best-paid dancer at the club.

She was rounding up her routine when Kemi walked past and smiled at her. She acknowledged the smile with a curt nod as she did a knee spin. During her routine, she'd managed to steal quick glances at Kemi as she sat at the bar. And, although most of her visuals were upside-down, she'd seen the same scene on several different occasions. She knew enough now to know exactly how it was going to end, and she definitely didn't need any extra or special abilities to know that poor guy didn't stand a chance in hell. As she transitioned from a caterpillar into a falling hand stand, she watched Kemi's latest reject leave the bar, looking as down-trodden as any man whose future had been shattered could look. She figured he realised what he'd missed out on. This was good. She dismounted and made her way to the changing room.

"Temi!!!" The high-pitched shrill pierced her heart like a drill. She disliked this part of her job. Having to socialise with the other dancers was a burden she wished someone else could bear. But, unfortunately for her, being sociable was one of the job requirements, and she'd lied to the owner that she was. This girl, Ify, she especially wasn't fond of. The other dancers mostly went about their business, conversing amongst themselves only when there was need to, but Ify was a busy-body. She nodded and forced a smile, knowing deep within her that this would not be enough for Ify. "Temi, baby!!" Ify said again, grinning for no apparent reason.
"Hi dear." Temi finally responded, but couldn't help wishing the girl would just go away.
"I'm fine, oh!" Ify continued in her unusually high-pitched voice. "Sorry, I just came in, so I couldn't see your show. But, did you hear about Deborah?"
Here it is, Temi thought to herself, today's piece of gossip. "No, I didn't." And just as Ify was about to open her mouth, the door opened and she was called out. Thank you, sweet Jesus. Temi returned Ify's wave and proceeded into one of the empty stalls. She still had to make two appearance before she could leave, so dressing elaborately was out of the question. She pulled on a tank and shorts over her bikini, traded her pair of heels for pumps and pulled her shoulder-length, almost-black hair into a ponytail. She walked out without even glancing at the mirror.

The club was filling up fast, and floor space was running low. Temi had to skillfully weave through the crowd as she made her way towards her booth. And then someone rushed past her, bumping into her in the process, and causing her to lose her balance. Luckily, someone caught her before she hit the ground. Safely upright on her two feet again, she turned to thank the fast-acting person that had saved her from severe embarrassment and was instantly transfixed by eyes as blue as the sea. Set in a what she considered to be a finely chiselled face.
"Are you okay?" Her saviour asked.
Oh Lord! That voice. And those eyes! Realising he was still waiting for a response, she composed herself and managed a rushed "Fine, thank you." before turning on her heels and retreating. The image of his eyes, and face - light bronze, and beautifully defined - permanently etched into the back of her mind.

"Aren't you fortunate?" Kemi said, upon Temi's arrival at the booth. "Imagine what would have happened if that guy wasn't there."
"I know!" Temi managed as she hugged Kemi, taking note of the subtle hint of perfume she had on "I don't even want to think about how much of a disaster it would have been if he hadn't caught me."
"Yeah. Anyway," waving her hand like she was brushing away some invisible thing in the air, Kemi changed the topic. "did you see the tool that approached me at the bar? Honestly, I don't know where these people come from!" Temi opened her mouth to speak, but she cut her off "I mean, really! It's like the amount of hideous people on the internet has drastically increased. I might have to look for a new way to meet new guys." She sighed "I don't even want to talk about it anymore."
"Okay." Temi responded "So, what do you want to talk about?"
The waiter brought a tray of shot glasses to the table just as Kemi's face lit up with excitement. Temi knew this look. This look meant there was a very juicy story about to be told. "You'll need this." Kemi said, handing Temi a shot glass "Did you hear about Deborah?"

Who's Got The Poison? Part 1

Anyone watching would know she was agitated. She'd readjusted herself on the impossibly uncomfortable bar stool more times than she would have liked to, her long, caramel-toned legs subconsciously coming to rest at positions that most would refer to as far from decent each time, and her feet, clad in gold-coloured, stiletto-heeled sandals, dangling just a few inches off the ground. She made no attempt to still the gentle swinging motion her legs had begun, and the chime that emanated from the clashing of her heels against the stool was audible to only she above the blaring music. Yes, she was agitated.

Shifting for what seemed like the millionth time, she glanced at her watch. Realising she'd been waiting for eight minutes didn't ease her mood. Waiting on people she despised from the depth of her soul and she cursed whatever spiritual force had compelled her to leave her house without receiving confirmation that he was already at the appointed venue. Making a mental note to chalk this up as one of the reasons why change wasn't as wonderful as everyone seemed to think it was, she picked up her drink and took a sip.

She smiled to herself. She was an attention whore, and sitting directly beneath one of the low-hung bar lights had made sure she got plenty of the attention she craved. Of course, the men could have been staring for any number of reasons. It could have been those long smooth legs that led up to thighs that were barely covered by the brown dress she had on, or the dress itself. That strapless, skin-tight brown dress that complimented her tan skin and hugged her curvaceous body, revealing smooth shoulders covered in glitter. It could have been the head the shoulders carried, or, more accurately, the lightly made-up face. She hardly ever put make up on at night. "Who needs more than some powder and lip gloss at night?" She would often say. And she didn't, her facial features caught attention without any help. Almond-shaped eyes that were a deep caramel, a button-like nose, and lips that were just off the coastline of ridiculously small and pouty, were carved perfectly unto her oval face. As the bar light highlighted all these features, the attention it brought her was the only reason she'd remained on that stool for as long as she had.

She glanced longingly at the exit, and that was when she saw him. He was seated at the other end of the bar, surrounded by a small group of people and, although there was nothing particularly gripping about his features that she could see, her eyes couldn't stray from him. She found herself wondering what he and his companions could possibly be discussing that made him laugh as hard as he did. "And why is he the only one sitting? How very rude. I'd be really peeved if..." She jumped and almost slid off the stool when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Did I scare you?" His voice easily carried over the blaring music, and she turned around to assess the human being that had jolted her out of her thoughts. He appeared to be about the same height as she, if not slightly shorter, and a bit on the lanky side. "This wouldn't do." She thought to herself. Because she prided herself in wearing heels everywhere, this meant she'd always appear taller than he was, and she couldn't bear the thought of being higher above the ground than her escort. There wasn't much to be said for his looks. His head, in her opinion, was oddly shaped like a light bulb and not at all proportional to his body. She panned her gaze down, towards the shoes he had on, deliberately refusing to place too much thought on the hideous blazer, t-shirt and jeans he had chosen to wear. He had on white trainers. One that was particularly similar to the kind she had rocked as a child in the '80s and '90s. Her mind was in amazement "What year does he think this is? Chai! The devil is truly a liar." Just then he extended his hand "I'm Kevin." He said "I assume you are Kemi?"

Struggling to keep her voice level and her face expressionless, she shook her head "No, sorry."
"Are you sure? Because I'm supposed to be meeting someone here, and you're wearing the same dress she said she would wear." He waited for her response. None came. She just took a sip from her glass, so he continued "Anyway, it doesn't really matter. Like I said, my name is Kevin. May I know you?"
Unable to tolerate his presence a second longer, she rolled her eyes and put her drink down "Come. I thought you said you're meeting someone. I have now said I'm not that 'someone'. Please, kindly move from my plane of vision." Shocked by such a cold response, Kevin could only stand there and babble incoherently. This further agitated her. "You know what?" She picked her purse up of the bar and slid off the stool. "Stay ehn? Lemme excuse you. Good luck with whoever it is you're waiting for." And with that, she walked away towards her regular booth in the corner. She smiled at one of the pole dancers on her way. She loved how secluded the booth was, mostly because she could very comfortably watch all the happenings at the club unseen. Once she'd settled in, her gaze wandered around the scene that was now quickly filling up. The neon beams of light only focused on one spot for a fraction of a second as they danced around, seemingly in tune with the music blaring from the speakers. She watched the dancer she'd smiled at for a couple of seconds, and then she moved her attention to the bar. Someone else had taken her place, and there were a lot more people standing around. Her eyes moved down along the bar. He was still there. Still laughing and talking with his friends. And then he turned, and their eyes met.