***From the Author***
Though I've been writing for a couple of years, this is my first real attempt at publishing on Literotica. I have a couple of my stories which I want to push out on this forum. I hope you enjoy the stories and I'm open to suggestions in order to make things better.
This is a story whose setting is in my home country.
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Richard yawned and woke up with a splitting headache. The bright rays from the sun streaming in through the curtains almost blinded him. He grimaced and tried getting up but the pain shot through his head, making him gasp. He felt as if his head had been split open with an axe. He lay back on the pillow and waited a while for his head to stop throbbing.
He couldn't immediately remember much about the party last night. The only thing he could recollect was the dancing and all the fun and drinks and food that flowed freely. It was a surprise bachelor party he and a couple of other guys had planned for one of their buddies who was tying the knot in a couple of weeks. Give him one more adventure as a bachelor. The party went on into the night and by the time everyone had left, it was already almost dawn.
After a couple of minutes, he felt his head was steady enough. He stood up on wobbly legs. He was still in his party clothes. They reeked of sweat, cigar smoke, and alcohol. He stripped off his grimy clothes and dumped them in a corner. He would take care of them later. Right now all he needed was to wake up and gather his wits. Maybe a long cold shower will clear his head.
He walked out of his bedroom and groaned as he surveyed the havoc that greeted him in the living room. Empty and half-empty bottles of wine and beer littered everywhere. There was a pile of used plates and cups in the sink. Overflowing ashtrays littered the table and the stench of cigarette smoke hung in the air and he had to open the windows to let some fresh breeze in. He walked into the guestroom and noticed the bed in disarray. A couple of used condoms lay about on the tiled floor. He strode out and sat on the arm of one of the leather sofas. There was no way he was going to clean the place up by himself. He thought about the cleaning service he used once in a while. Today was Sunday. Luckily the owner was someone he was in good terms with. He checked the time. It was almost eleven o'clock. He looked for his phone and dialed. After a few rings, the lady answered.
"Good morning Mr. Richard," the pleasant lady answered.
"Good morning, Mrs. Badmus," Richard replied, "I hope I didn't catch you at a wrong time?"
"No you didn't. I just got back from church. To what do I owe the pleasure of receiving a call from you on a Sunday morning?"
"I just want to know if you offer cleaning services on a day like today."
"Well," Mrs. Badmus replied, "today is Sunday and we're not open."
"That's a shame. I really need some assistance here in my home."
"Is it that bad?"
"Let's just say the after effects of a bachelor party."
Mrs. Badmus laughed. "Then it is indeed bad. I can make an exception for one of my clients. I'll call a couple of my girls to see who may be able to come and get back to you."
"That will be very helpful ma'am. Thank you."
About thirty minutes later, she called back.
"I was able to convince one of the young ladies to work today for a few hours."
"Thank you. You really don't know how grateful I am."
"Her name is Gladys. She is Beninoise so doesn't really speak too much English."
"That's okay. All I need is to tell her where to clean."
"Yes. She said she'll be ready in an hour. Could you send me your address?"
"Yes ma'am. It's No. ***, Okotie Eboh Street, Utako. It is not too far from ABC Transport. Please tell her it is the apartment building with the red roof. She cannot miss it. My flat is the one to the right on the ground floor."
"Okay. I will relay the information to her."
"How much to I pay?"
"I told her you will give her five thousand naira. Since it's a Sunday she can use it as extra pay."
"That is fair enough."
"Okay. So I'll call her back and give her all the information. Expect her in an hour or so."
"Thank you very much once again ma'am."
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Around twelve-thirty, his doorbell rang. He had taken a shower and after preparing some noodles for breakfast, had downed a couple of painkillers and was now feeling much better. The gentle breeze blowing through the widows had cleared out the cigarette smog a bit and he had settled in front of the TV with his laptop.
He trod bare-foot to the door and peered through the peep-hole for a moment. He opened the door, and standing there with a large bag in her hand was a young brown-skinned lady. At first glance her visage was rather off-putting. A minor skin condition caused some black rashes on her face. She had slightly crooked teeth which pushed her lips open a tad. To top it all, she had a slight frown on her face. All of that could be forgiven though because what she lacked in facial beauty she more than made up with a very nice body. Her hair was made into a kind of curly braids and tied back with a band into a sort of ponytail. He could see a hint of her smooth and flat midriff where the top and pants of the purple sweat suit she wore parted. The zipper stopped about halfway down, and her breasts pushed against the pink camisole she had on underneath, showing off her smooth ample cleavage encased in her bra. Her matching sweatpants molded tightly over her hips and round ass, and a pair of grey and red sneakers adorned her feet. He didn't realize he was staring until she cleared her throat slightly.
"Oh hello, I'm sorry, you must be Gladys, right?" he asked.
"Yes, my name is Gladys. I come here to clean your house." she replied.
"Yes, please come in."
He stepped aside and she walked through the doorway. He couldn't help but stare at her butt which jutted out and jiggled as she walked. He followed her into the living room, and stood aside as she surveyed the mess before her. Finally, she turned to face him.
"So your boss told me to give you five thousand naira to clean my house," he was finding it difficult to keep his eyes on her face.
