Dissent.

“Joy”

His voice filtered into kitchen and hung gloomily over the sink where I continued with mechanical fixation, preparing the complicated meal his wife explained moments before she drove off to work. I imagined I could ignore him, the rasp baritone voice soaked with lust staining me with its sheer immorality as he called again, louder.

“JOY”

“Sir” I answered, rinsing my hands under the cold bubbly tap water. I met him sitting on the large bed. His hands held out, beckoning me to come closer.
“Sir?”

“Come and sit down” he said rubbing his hairy laps.

“Good girl” he sighed as his hand raced from the nape of my neck, around my waist and then in between my legs, pushing them apart, the fabric of the skirt rubbing against my crotch.
“You’re so sweet” he moaned, his tough hands finding my nipples.
I thought of running, of talking, complaining. I told Mfon when he started coming to my room at night while madam was asleep, she annoyed me by telling me to play my cards right. I could have run but instead i was molded by fear into submission. His eyes were coated with unyielding lust as he pulled off my skirt in one move ignoring the watery pools that filled my eyes. His hardness was pressing against my thigh now and he took off his briefs to introduce a thick member with a bulbous head. He stroked it as he spread my legs further apart. His thick black lips parted in a groan as he plunged his length into me, spent almost immediately in quick furious thrusts, I felt his discharge fill me up thickly. He tucked a few naira notes in my palm, “for your drugs” he said with a tired voice.

“Don’t wear your clothes now” he frowned as i gathered them from the marble floor, “i want to see that your overload bounce” As i walked out, he clapped “See what God himself created,  he is great… sweet girl” Indeed!