Captured by Randy CEO

"Are you sure about this?" Christine's best friend asked as she watched her apply lipstick.

It was settled already. Tonight, Christine would be going clubbing. Her boyfriend of almost two years had broken up with her two months ago and all with the silly excuse that she was uptight.

The bastard didn't think she was uptight all these years and then suddenly, one night in a club, a pretty girl in a tiny gauzy gown came along and then he just kicks her out of his house.

Her eyes misted with tears which threatened to rain but she beat them back. Trevor wasn't worth her tears and she wouldn't want to ruin her makeup which she had spent almost two hours applying.

"I'm okay, Trish," Christine said as she ran her fingers through her hair to give it a messy look. Like that of a night spot frequent.

"I just feel you're letting Trev get to you," she said. "I think you're doing this because of him."

"Trish, I'm not..."

She was interrupted by someone bumping into something downstairs in the living room.

Alexa was home.

Christine groaned.

Trish's lips spread in an understanding smile. Alexa, their other roommate and friend could be a lot of trouble.

The door suddenly flew open and Alexa trudged in, wearing an expensive wig, heavy make up and a strong perfume.

"There's got to be a way to choose 'no woman driver' on Uber," she complained as she took off her wig and collapsed tiredly into the bed.

Her eyes darted across the room and settled on Christine.

"Hey, you know it's weekend, right?" she asked with a scornful smile.

Christine groaned and rolled her eyes knowing what was coming next. She had taken the breakup pretty hard and every night of every weekend, she had spent outside Trevor's condominium, causing a ruckus, begging and crying for him to come back.

"Shouldn't you be drunk and crying outside your Ex's condo or something?" Alexa asked and chortled.

"That's not fair, Alexa," Trish chided.

"What? Don't crucify me; I'm just messing around," she said and chuckled.

Trish sighed and decided to leave it.

Alexa faced Christine.

"So, what's the occasion? Why are you dressed this way?"

"Tonight," Christine said. "I'm falling in love with a girl named me."

"Ugh," Alexa groaned and grimaced. "That sounds weird."

"She's going to a club," Trish explained.

Alexa's eyes widened in disbelief and she sat up. "You? Clubbing?" she asked with a mocking scoff.

Christine nodded.

"Which one?" she asked.

"You're going to support her?" Trish asked incredulously.

"Of course. She needs someone to housebreak her and here I am," Alexa said and chuckled. Then she returned to Christine again. "So, which one?"

"I don't know yet," Christine replied her.

She got up and creased her face in a thoughtful frown. "Which kind of club do you want?"

"I just want to go somewhere wild where I can take as many drink as possible and also something with a bone," Christine told her.

"I would have suggested Rave Cave or Red-Blue Kingdom," Trish said.

"What's wrong with them?" Christine inquired curiously.

"The guys in Rave Cave get kind of gropey-rapey after a few drinks," she answered.

"Gropey-rapey?" Christine asked in genuine confusion.

"They tend to grope the girls in their party and in some occasions, the girl might get raped," Alexa explained.

"Oh," I said simply. "Well, I'm just looking to get drunk not lose my virginity."

"About that," Alexa said. "Don't you think it's high time you do away with that?"

"Alexa, stop giving her ideas," Trish groaned.

.............

Christine pulled down the edges of her tiny gown, but not to cover her thighs. She did so to show more cleavage. Then she put on a sultry smile and walked past the brawny men who stood guard at the door, brushing against them.

Red.

That was the name of the club. And it was just as Alexa had described it to her.

The room vibrated with the noise of people cheering and dancing and chattering excitedly over bottles of beer and gin and bubbly. Music blared from hidden speakers and it was so loud she could feel the bass in her bones.

For a moment she felt sick and considered aborting her plan. But she was in it already. She just had to go with the tide.

She passed through dancing drunken revellers and headed towards the bar. The bar attender was a large man with a fierce face and a big mustache. But he had the kindest smile.

"What would you like me to interest you with?" he inquired as she pulled a barstool and sat.

"Your strongest drink," she said.

"Well that's broad. Can't you narrow it down a little bit? I've got about three which can knock out even the best drunk. Which one would you like?"

"I'm not really a club person," she told him. "Just bring anyone."

"Lemme warn you," he said. "It's quite expensive. We don't even have it here on the shelf among the regulars."

She nodded to signify that she didn't care the price.

"Hey, Winfredo," he called out to one of his assistants. "Come hold the fort till I get back."

Then he left and Christine waited patiently for him to come back while the guy called Winfredo continued to serve drinks.

"Hey, pretty," a voice said behind her.

She turned round and her eyes fell on a man who seemed to have had too many drinks and could barely keep himself steady.

He staggered forward, pulled out the stool beside her and sank into it.

"Would you love someone to play with for the night?" he said.

"No, thank you," she replied.

"I know how to treat my customers right," he said. "Come on. My pay is not much."

"I've told you, man. I'm not interested," she said.

Then he grabbed her waist and moved his face closer to hers so that his lips were almost on hers. The reek of alcohol hit her right in the face and almost knocked her out.

"Hey, leave me the hell alone!" she yelled and slapped his hand away.

"At least pay for my drink," he said. "I kept you company."

She sighed and passed a bill to Winfredo. Winfredo pocketed it.

The man got up and staggered away the same way he had come.

Just then, the bartender returned with a bottle of liquor. She collected it and refused his offer of a glass. She was going to be wild tonight, drink directly from the bottle.

She tipped my head and tilted the bottle. Her mouth filled with the strong liquid and first gulp and

She turned to the people dancing on the dance floor and I couldn't help but think about Trevor, her ex-boyfriend again.

Was this what he wanted? Going out at night and dancing and drinking?

They went on dates and the park and had beach picnics. What else did he want from her? Why did he say she was so uptight?

It was just his silly excuse to break up with her.

You know that thing they say speak of the devil and he will appear to you? It is true. Why the hell was Trevor here and why did he appear just when she was thinking about him?

She put up a false smile and pretended to be happy to see him.

"Hey, Trev," she greeted him.

"Hey," he said.

She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. He couldn't even mention her name.

She returned to her drink.

Trevor, if he wasn't a fool, would have known that he was the last person she wanted to see let alone have a conversation with. But her ex-boyfriend was anything but wise. He pulled the stool beside her and sat.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Not your business," she replied icily.

He sighed. "Christine," he began slowly. "I know I hurt you when I..."

She raised my arm and interrupted him.

"Hurt me?" she scoffed. "I'm fine. You did what you had to do."

"You can lie to yourself, Christine..." he said.

"Look here, Trev," she snapped. "You go and meet your friends and your little girlfriend who is not uptight. Moreover, I wouldn't want my boyfriend seeing you here talking to me."

Boyfriend.

She scoffed in her head and mocked herself.

She just had to make him think she had moved on. Of course she had moved on but just not enough. She still thought about him and wished he would come back.

"Boyfriend?" Trevor echoed.

She was pleased by the disbelief she saw in his eyes.

"Yeah," she said coolly.

"Are you serious? Christine, we just broke up," he said emphatically.

"What? You expect me to lock myself up in my room and mourn?" she demanded.

"No, Christine. I'm just saying..."

"You hooked up with a girl in the club while we were still a thing. I think it's only fair if I also have my own boyfriend anytime I choose," she said.

"I really want to see your new guy," Trevor said with a hint in his voice that he didn't believe her.

"Boyfriend. He's my boyfriend. Not new guy," Christine corrected him. "He went to use the restroom. He'll be back soon, so, please, leave."

He remained there.

She had to do something. It would be a real humiliation if he called her bluff.

Just then, a man walked out of the restroom and walked towards the bar where she sat with Trevor.

"Hey, babe. Took you so long I was beginning to worry," she said.

The man's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

She winked surreptitiously at him and he got the cue.

"Sorry, sweet," he said. "I went to pick up my phone. Left it in the car."

Then, for effect, he planted a kiss on her forehead and cheek.

That was not enough. Trevor was still watching. She was going to give him a show.

She pulled the stranger's head down and captured his lips in hers in a passionate kiss.

Trevor got up and walked away without saying goodbye. But she didn't even notice him.

"Do you kiss everyone you meet like that?" the stranger asked with a teasing voice when they disengaged.

She stared at him and was awed by the sheer beauty in his sharp eyes. They were so beautiful and she could stare in it forever.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be," he smiled and extended his hand. "I'm Alan."

"I'm Christine," she said and took his hand.

She held her breath as he lifted her hand and kissed the back of her palm.

She watched as Trevor walked out of sight. She wished he could walk out of her lfe in the same way. Then she felt Alan's hand still over hers.

"Thanks for your help," she said as he sat on the stool beside her. Then she slowly withdrew her hand.

"Who was that?" he inquired.

"Just some crazy guy," she said and when he raised his eyebrow to signify that he didn't believe her, she added. "My crazy ex-boyfriend."

"Seemed the boy is not over you yet," he said and chuckled.

She scoffed.

She was also not totally over him.

She watched as Alan told the bartender to get the exact drink she had ordered earlier. She also ordered another round.

"You drink a little too much than is expected of a woman," Alan commented.

"And just how much is a woman supposed to drink?" she asked with a wry smile.

He smiled and took a sip.

"Gimme more," she said after she drowned the second bottle.

The bartender popped a bottle and poured into a glass. Alan reached forward before she could and pulled the frothing glass to himself away from her reach.

She chuckled and reached for his own glass. He pulled it away from her reach also and drained the content.

"You took my drink away and you won't let me have yours?" she asked.

"You're drunk already, Christine. You can't have any more drink," he said and for effect, panted a wet kiss on the back of her palm.

"Let's dance," she slurred.

He looked at her, doubtful if she would be able to.

"Come on," she pressed and tugged at the sleeve of his shirt.

As she dragged him to the dance floor, she could tell he allowed her, as he was not someone you could just pull around anywhere you wanted.

His hand went around her waist as soon as they were on the floor, and he pulled her closer to himself so that her breasts crushed into his chest.

She placed her arm over his shoulders and brushed her lips on his and all over his face. She turned her back and her ass pressed against his bulging cock. Then she began to swing her hips, moving sensual in rhythm to the music. He leaned into her and she felt his warm breath on her neck as he whispered.

The noise from the music was too loud and it drowned his words so she didn't hear them. But she caught snatches.

"...dangerous play...nice time..."

The alcohol had taken over her.

She felt his breath in her neck again and his lips brushing her lips. And this time, she heard the words clearly.

"Say, how about we get out of here, go to my place for a nightcap and maybe I can eat you after that and get my face between your legs," the stranger asked her in a whisper, his lips caressing her earlobe.

This wasn't her. She wasn't normal. The alcohol had clouded every part of her, taken over her senses.

Usually, she would not be out at night, let alone in a club midtown. And here she was, swinging her hips to a man in

And a man she barely knew!

She suddenly felt him pulling her along and she followed past the crowd of partiers and out of the club.

She suddenly felt my back against the wall and his lips were all over hers again. She moaned as he sucked her lips with his tongue. Then he let go gently and they continued their walk till they got to a red Mercedes Benz. She got in and the soft leather caressed her back making her comfortable.

She had not even the slightest idea where they were headed.

But it was a night to be wild, throw caution to the wind. She didn't care.

............

He handled the car deftly and brought it to a stop in front of a mansion.

"You live here?" she echoed as she stepped out.

"Welcome to my humble lair," he cackled, opening his arms wide like an emperor showing off his splendour, welcoming an important guest.

She stepped out and just as she was about to take her first step, he swept her off her feet and into his arms in a bridal style.

"Put me down. I can walk," she grumbled and pounded his chest with a weak, drunken fist.

He didn't listen. He took her in his arms up the short flight of marble stairs and as soon as he was in the expansive living room, he set her against the wall and resumed the kissing bout.

She was drunk. Intoxicated by the alcohol she had taken and drunk on her passion. In the few minutes she had met him, she loved him like she knew him all her life.

He sweeped her into his arms again and went up the stairs. He kicked open a door and dropped her on the bed. He got on top of her and stared into her passionate eyes.

"Fuck me," she said with a groan and pulled at his hair.

"I will," he said it like a sacred oath.

.........

She yawned as she sat up on the bed and stretched. Her hands stopped mid-stretch and her eyes widened. The first thing she noticed was the manly arm over her breasts and her clothes gathered with a man's in a heap in the corner of the room. Then her eyes scanned the room. No pink curtains or posters of Billie Eilish and Lady Gaga on the wall. Instead, a king-size poster of Mohammed Ali in action. And the curtains were a royal blue.

She brought her hands to her head as she suddenly felt a sharp throb. She was hungover.

She noticed the man in bed beside her and her hands flew to her mouth in horror as flashes from last night came rushing like a floor. She raised the bedsheets which half covered her and peered in. The slimy liquid on her thighs confirmed her fears. They had had sex.

They had met in the club and she was drunk. She had caused it. She was drunk. She started acting up and led him on, seduced him.

She had to leave before he woke.

She slowly took his hands from her naked breasts and got out of bed.

She picked up her clothes hurriedly but found them torn when she tried to wear them. It took all she had to resist groaning and cursing out loud.

She didn't have much time. He could wake up any moment. She walked to what looked like a walk-in closet and luckily she was right. She took the first shirt her hands reached and put it on. She had no underwear on but the cloth which was rather too big easily made for a gown. She also slipped on a pair of his flipflops and took her stilettos in her hand.

She walked on the tip of her toes and stopped when he groaned in his sleep, hoping he had not seen her. She opened the door carefully without a creak and got out. Luckily, her purse was lying on the couch so she just snatched it and flung the door open.

As soon as she was out, she hailed a taxi and hopped in. The driver drove, humming to a fast rock which reminded her of the previous night. He halted a few meters away from her house and thanked her as she handed him the fare with a little tip. Then she staggered along the terrace and fished in her purse for the key.

It was one hell of a night.

She was feeling a little hungover and all that was on her mind now was to sleep it off. But as she opened the door and turned on the lights, she stopped in her tracks as her eyes fell on the person inside.

"What the hell do you want in my apartment?!" she yelled the question again as he didn't reply the first time.

He only stared at her and smirked.

"I waited all night for you," he said, ignoring her question.

"How did you get in? Did Trish let you in?" she demanded.

Trish had also taken their breakup pretty hard but she was not as passionate about it as Alexa was. She could have opened the door for

Then she remembered. Trish was working night. But it could not be Alexa. She had supported their breakup even though it was initiated by Trevor.

Instead of Trevor to answer her question, he reached into his pocket and produced the steel object.

It was not a gun.

Her spare key!

"Hey, you're not supposed to have that!" she shrieked.

"What? You mean this?" he asked with an annoying grin and jangled the key. "Come and get it."

She curled her lips and folded her arms over her breasts. She made a mental note to schedule an appointment with the locksmith to change the locks.

"What do you want?" she asked crossly.

"I see you slept in the new man's place," he said and motioned with his eyes at the oversized slip-ons and baggy shirt she wore.

"He's my new boyfriend, not 'new man'," she corrected.

He smirked.

"And how is that any of your business?" she asked sourly.

"So you're just going to walk away like that?"

"You said to break up and I did as you asked. And now you'll just come back into my life?" she scorned.

"I know it was my fault and I accept it. I fell out of love, but the moment I saw you in that club with that man, I felt my love for you burn again,"

"Boyfriend. He's not that man. He's my new boyfriend," she said crossly. "And let me remind you just in case you forgot. We've broken up. You mean nothing to me now. I suggest you do the same with me."

He chuckled.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take a nap. And I want you out of here."

With that, she made to walk past him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

She tried to pull away but he didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip.

"Let go of me," she squeaked.

"Does he treat you better than I do? Does he do it better? Does he kiss you better?"

At his last question, he drew her close and tried to kiss her. She slapped him across his face and pushed him back.

"Have you lost your goddamn mind? What the hell are you doing?" she yelled.

He rubbed his smarting cheek and licked his lips. This approach was not working. He would try the cute, sorry puppy move.

His eyes teared up and his voice dropped to a solemn whisper.

"Christine, let's talk about this. We can work it out. I accept that it's my fault and I hope you find a place in your kind heart to forgive me."

Christine scoffed. He was really going to try to get his way with sweet words.

"I will also forgive the fact that you've been cheating on me with another man," Trevor added.

"I don't need your forgiveness," Christine retorted. "I thought you were all there is and thanks to our break up, I can now see you're not anything close to the best."

"Please, babe," Trevor said.

"Don't call me that," Christine snapped. "You lost that right and you're never getting it back."

Trevor groaned inwardly and clenched his fists frustratedly. Gentle words were not working.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he yelled. "Why are you acting like...?"

"What is going on here?"

Trevor and Christine turned to look at Alexa. Christine in relief while Trevor with a scorn.

They never liked each other.

At the sight of Trevor, Alexa's face became a big frown.

"What the hell are you doing here, you son of a bitch?" she asked eyeing him distastefully.

"Back off. I'm having a personal holler with my girl," Trevor said.

"Your girl," Alexa scoffed.

She reached forward and tugged at his arm. "Get your stink out of here!"

He whipped her hand away and slapped her.

She pulled her hairpin and brandished it. The look on her face showed that she was not afraid to use it and would not hesitate to stab him in the neck if it came to that.

"Trevor, please, leave!" Christine begged. "Leave or I'll call the cops."

He glared from Alexa to Christine who was already dialing the police.

He sucked his teeth and swore as he stormed out of the house.

"Hope he didn't hurt you," Alexa said and looked Christine over after Trevor had left.

Christine shook her head and perched on the chair closest to her. Alexa joined her with two bottles of beer. She offered her one and she refused.

"Why?" she asked.

"I had more than enough to drink already," Christine replied and held her throbbing head.

Alexa's eyes widened and she turned in her chair, her interest spiked, eager to get gist from Christine.

"Tell me, how was it?" she asked anxiously.

"You wouldn't believe it," Christine said.

"Try me."

With a pout on her lips and with excited gesticulations, Christine told Alexa all that happened. How she had bumped into Trevor in Red and to save face kissed the stranger. And how he had taken her to his place and fucked her.

When she was done with her tale, which she embellished with some exaggerations, Alexa's agape mouth could not shut.

"What will happen now?" Alexa inquired curiously. "You've hooked a new man. It's time to reel him in."

"No, please," Christine objected. "It's just a one night stand I didn't see coming. Besides, I'm not ready for any relationship now."

.........

His hands went slowly down her thighs and two of his fingers slid into her pussy. He drove them in and out repeatedly till her pussy was soaking wet, eager to be drilled by his huge dick.

He held her against the wall, one of her legs raised onto his shoulder as he thrust deeper and quicker. Her thighs tinged and she felt her muscles get weird.

Then just as she reached the climax and was about to squirt all over the floor...

She woke with a start. Just one night of meeting him and he was already the man of her dreams. It was just so unfortunate that she would not see him again. Except she went to Red again.

But she didn't even have to go to the night spot to meet him.

............

"Which one do you think is better? The black or the blue?"

Alexa peered at the clothes Christine was showing her. "I'll go with the blue."

"Thanks," Christine said and walked excitedly to the counter where the clerk packed the clothes and tore out a receipt for her.

Monday was her first day at work and she was shopping for new clothes to wear. It was a big company and she had not expected to get the job.

She was sent away from her previous job after refusing sexual advances from her randy boss. She hoped her new boss would be different.

..........

As the lady in a white blouse, brown suit and skirt with slick court shoes led her down the hallway to the boss' office, Christine fed her eyes with the luxury of the business place. Every floor of the exquisite skyscraper exuded affluence but the aura on this floor surpassed the others.

The secretary opened the door and walked in followed by Christine.

A man was in a sleek tuxedo, his hands in his pockets, his gaze on a hyper-realistic painting of a lion wearing a golden crown.

"This is the new intake, sir," the lady said and walked out, leaving Christine with the boss.

"Good morning, sir," Christine greeted.

No response.

The boss continued to stare at the painting.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted again.

He grunted and turned slowly.

As he turned, her smile dropped.