Chapter 15 At Her Beck and Call

• Vanessa sat at the dining table, deep in thought. Dinner was still an hour away, but that had nothing to do with what was on her mind, at least not that kind of dinner. Ever since she had heard that shocking news, her mind had been busy, very busy. The news, which was simply the fact that two of her friends had fucked her houseboy, was nothing short of a bombshell when she first heard it. And from their mouths for that matter! They had been shameless enough to laugh at her initial shock and even went on to be surprised at her subsequent anger - an anger that she claimed was as a result of betrayal, but in truth, it was really as a result of envy... envy at their 'accomplishment'. She had banned them from coming to her house ever again in order to avoid further damage to the psyche of the poor boy who ought to have been safe and protected under her roof. Her friends had sneered and scoffed at this. She too had immediately felt how stupid the words were the moment they left her mouth because the person she called a poor boy was older than she was and she was no little girl either. And like her friends had said, the so-called boy was very far from being poor, especially in the bedroom. That was what had gotten Vanessa's mind and crotch restless since yesterday.
• Now that she had made sure her friends would no longer have access to him, he was now hers and hers alone. But the big question was, how would she obtain what rightfully belonged to her? As far as she was concerned, as long as he worked for her, everything about him, including that thing between his legs, was her property. Of course she felt shame at the fact that she, who had lived with him under the same roof for several months, was not the first to eat the food she had paid for. It was even more shameful that she had to find out about his dick size from the mouth of visitors albeit her friends. She blamed no one but him and him alone. How could he?? Didn't he know that charity began from home? And in this case, it wasn't even charity; it was her right! Common courtesy demands that the owner of the food must take the first bite before anyone else. No wonder her friends had laughed at her surprise: it was too funny to believe that the owner of a thing would be unaware of what she owned and worse still, not put the thing to use! But all that would change today. She was determined to make it change. She bit down on her forefinger for a while, going through several options and strategies in her mind before finally settling on one.
• "Okon!", she called.