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So that was my life, basically.
A handsome young man whose father had left him with millions.
I knew how badly my father had had it in life, and how he had sweated to make it. Thus, it was important to me that I kept my Dad’s legacy blazing.
I studied hard, and when I took over the companies, the general perception had been that I would leave the running to the old hawks my father had appointed.
Nope. I got into the core of the business, and where I spotted corruption I laid them off pronto!
Some of my father’s managers thought I was young and inexperienced so they could throw fast and illegal manoeuvres into the system and get away with it. Well, I found out, and booted them out.
The perception then changed: they now said I was going to run the companies into the ground and ruin them.
I cracked the whip where it was needed, praised where it was needed, and surrounded myself with a dedicated group that knew they could trust me…and we expanded, and we made more money.
BIKO AND SON grew huge.
So I had no care in the world, and didn’t trust any woman really, no.
My mother tried to make us smoke the peace pipe, and make up for lost time. She was genuinely remorseful, yes, and I was convinced about that. Trouble was, it came too late! I felt nothing for her because each time I saw her she reminded me of the pain my old man went through in life.
My mother had remarried somewhere along the line, to a man from a good background and a respectable industrialist. It seemed that somewhere along the line the two families joined their companies together. My mother gave birth to two children, both female, incidentally. Well, I monitored that great company that belonged to the families of my mother and her husband.
The company was in trouble and facing liquidation, and so I formed a shadow financial company and supported them with loans…huge loans.
Two years after my father’s death the company was having its Annual General Meeting when I showed up. They owed me so much money that I virtually owned the Company!
That night was one of the best nights!
When my mother saw me she was thrilled! She thought I had forgiven her and gone back to her for some motherly love!
Well, I just told them who I really was, and how they owed me their livelihood. I told them that I was the son of the man they rejected, and if it took my fancy, I would yank the rug from under their feet!
My grandfather, my mother’s father, almost had a heart attack with shock alone! It served him right; he deserved it!
My grandmother, one of my sex slaves, stared at me and shed the greatest tears. It was a horror for her! She was convinced I had planned it all, even making love to her. She could not be convinced that it had been a co-incidence.
I left that meeting grinning from ear to ear, knowing that they were in my palm, and I could squeeze them dead anytime I wanted!
They would now live in great fear, dreading the day I would come and threaten them and actually mess them up.
I had the looks, and I had the money; I could’ve filled that DIAL list faster if I had wanted to, but I didn’t want just any girl.
It was the thrill that I craved; I wanted to pursue, to conquer and to fill the list.
The harder the target, the better. In a way that DIAL list was a quality list. The ladies on it ranged from singles to married to young to old. They had one thing in common though: they were all pretty beautiful and hot!
A few had been the spur-of-the-moment kind of fling, like my grand-mother. Most, however, had been classic women who had given me a run for my money. Some had believed they could never be played.
Well, I played them, and had them.
Two years on after my father’s death, I was on Number 44 on the DIAL list.
The girl I wanted to fill that slot was called Bajoe.
She was a Krobo girl, as radiant as the dawn of day.
She was tall, fair, royal and curved out just right.
Actually, she was the associate partner of a law firm that was trying to drag us down for a business deal we had with one of associate partners.
The old man that owned the business didn’t play fair, and sought to pull a fast one on me. I was smarter, though, and turned the tables on him. In the process he lost his business, and I took over. He went to the lawyers who slapped us with a lawsuit.
They sent Bajoe over to see if a deal could be worked out.
From the moment she entered my office I knew I wanted her on the list.
She was cold, and a true professional. She had had her fill of men, and was now concentrating on building her career. Bajoe told me, straight off, that if I had other ideas I should forget it because she was never going to sleep with me.
I had heard that before, and so I set out to charm her.
Three months down the line she was still not on the list. I wasn’t flustered though; the thrill of the chase intrigued me, and I stuck to it with tenacity.
She was a staunch Christian, and she kept inviting me to her church. She told me point blank that if I would have any meaningful relationship with her, as I was claiming, then I needed to be in her church.
According to her, she had stopped seeing non-believers because she knew that had only one interest: get between her thighs! If I really wanted to commit, then she would only let me have her if we got married. So I had that option to be with her in church. When I was committed enough, and still wanted her, then she would marry me, and then I could have her.
My father hadn’t been a religious man, and so I had never really been to church, but I wanted her fiercely, because she had stretched me too far. It was all part of the chase, part of the thrill, and so I finally acquiesced, and one Sunday in the third month of knowing her, I followed her to the BARE LIGHT INTERNATIONAL CHURCH.
The church was an incredible edifice, built with finesse and with stunning architectural beauty. It looked more like a city on its own once we went through the main gates.
The car port was filled.
I was taken through a series of initiation when Bajoe introduced me to some of the church leaders.
They made me fill some extensive form which I just scribbled on without actually reading the wording.
Finally, I met the man who founded the BLIC.
He was an astute European, quite aged but sprightly, with a firm handshake and piercing blue eyes, and as he spoke to me he made references to the form I had filled earlier. He was wearing an all-white gown, and he asked me a series of questions whilst Bajoe sat beside me with a radiant smile on her face.
The Founder was called Duke Grayhem, but his title was LIGHT.
Evidently, whereas some took Bishop, Apostle, Evangelist and other great-sounding titles, LIGHT was the highest title of honour here.
Light Grayhem nodded finally and said indeed he could see the glory of God in me, and so I could join the Main Lighters congregation!
Bajoe was ecstatic as she walked with me down a splendidly lit corridor.
“Wow, Yao, this is an honour!” she said with unfeigned delight. “He accepted you straight into the Main Lighters Congregation! That is reserved for top Lighters, those who really understand the calling! Oh, my love! Sorry I doubted you! Indeed, you and I shall be a couple!”
Well, I didn’t know what the hell they were talking about because I wasn’t going to stay in any Main congregation. I was just there to crank her thighs open, take a dip, and go my way! But if getting into that Main Lighters Congregation could get her so excited, then so be it!
We were ushered into a glass-panelled peaceful reception where I was expected to pay a Congregation Fee in honour of the Supreme Light, God the Father.
I gave them a cheque with a handsome amount that made their eyes bulge.
Next, before I knew it, I was ushered into another room with Bajoe going another way.
“I’ll see you in Congregation soon, Yao,” she whispered excitedly, and then she was gone.
A young man in the room told me that service would start soon so I should take a bath. He was there to assist me.
“I took a bath before I came,” I informed her with a little uneasy smile on my face. He looked stonily at me.
“You must bath in the Purified Light Water, please,” he said calmly. “In there, please.”
I didn’t want to argue, and so I nodded and entered the room he indicated.
There was a huge bath filled with some slight bluish water, and which seemed to be bubbling. There were mirrors and towels, but no sponge or soap.
I took off my clothes and slipped into the water.
It was amazingly lukewarm, perfumed and quite pleasant.
I soaked in it for a few minutes, enjoying the caress of the special Purified Light Water.
When I came out I dried myself and…
My clothes were not where I had left them!
I looked all around, but my clothes were gone!
Had the boy taken them? What was happening here?
I wound one of the white towels around my waist and went to the outer room, and found that the boy was waiting patiently…and he was stark naked!
Now that wasn’t funny one bit.
“My clothes,” I said softly. “Where are my clothes?”
He looked at me, and I had the palpable feeling that this particular young man didn’t like me one bit.
“We are late for service, please,” he said in his totally cultured voice. “Your clothes have been taken to the Apple Room, where all sin began. From now on you must go to service in the form the Supreme Light, God the Father, created you.”
I looked at him, and then I giggled.
“Wait a second,” I said softly. “You mean naked?”
“Not naked, sir,” he replied with the patience of an adult toward a troublesome child. “Bare. Please, drop your towel and follow me.”
I didn’t know what to think.
For a moment I thought I was dreaming, that this was some kind of mad joke.
The young man walked to the end of the room and drew the heavy curtains aside, and then he opened the glass windows.
I found myself staring into a huge auditorium.
It was a glass dome of some sort with huge white curtains from ceiling to floor. At the far end of the auditorium was a raised podium.
There was no chair in the auditorium, but there were artificial plants and flowers, giving it a very beautiful and ethereal look. There were even statues designed to look like real animals: lions, snakes, and even elephants!
And then I saw it…
At the far end, up on the podium, were the words:
THE SECOND GARDEN OF EDEN: OUR BARE LIGHTERS.
The auditorium was filled with men and women. They all looked extremely happy as they greeted each other and hugged with great happiness.
And they were all stark naked!
It hit me again…
THE BARE LIGHT INTERNATIONAL CHURCH…
I was so shocked that I could barely move even when the young man gestured at me frantically to move forward.
And then Bajoe appeared at the entrance…completely naked!
Her pubic hair was shaved, and as she stood there smiling demurely at me, I marvelled at how incredible she looked! Her rounded thighs, exquisite hips, proud breasts with their extra huge nipples, her protruding behind!
I swallowed painfully as she trotted toward me with an incredible smile of happiness on her face, and threw her arms around me.
“Oh, Yao Biko!” she whispered. “I’m so happy today! Come, the service is about to start! Come and meet some of my favourite Lighters!”
She took hold of the towel and pulled it off around me, and then she took my hand and dragged me into that crazy auditorium which was filled with so many naked women!
There were breasts of all sizes, shapes and postures around me!
There were great and sagging buttocks around me! Thighs, hips, bellies, and butts! I moved forward slowly, smiling a plastic smile!
Women were bending here and there, presenting their great behinds and that place of place clearly outlined under their buttocks…shaved, some hairy, so incredibly fractious and torturous to me!
I was breathing hard, and there was sweat on my face even though the air-conditioner was on!
There were naked men around too with their various limp hammers. Men of all ages and sizes, but I barely saw them.
My eyes were fixed on the women as I ogled them, revelling in this child’s fantasy, so delightfully shocked that I could not believe my own eyes.
It took a moment for me to realize that Bajoe had slowly stepped away from me and was looking at me with very pained eyes.
And then it dawned on me that everybody was staring at me.
All the men and women…
They were looking at me with stunned shock, as if I had done something abominable and heinous! Some of the women were holding their faces with sickened shock and stunned incredulity.
Light Duke Grayhem moved forward toward me and looked at me with distressed shock.
“Oh, you little sick soul!” he muttered with great disappointment.
For a moment I couldn’t understand why they were so chagrined.
But there was one smallish elderly woman, dark-complexioned with sloping breasts and close-cropped hair dotted with many strands of grey, who was looking at me with not so much horror.
She was not looking at my face though, but at my loins.
I looked down suddenly, following her line of sight…
And then I saw that I was spotting an erection!
I was so completely aroused that my rod was even leaking a little bit of clear semen, the colourless sticky type that normally came out before ejaculation.
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