Remote Control Part III

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“Do you guys know each other?”

 Titi asked in surprise, as she looked both of us.

 Silence. There was awkwardness in the room and so I jumped in and answered.

 “Oh yeah! I used to work with her company a while back”  I said.

 “Yes! That’s where I recognized you! How have you been?” she played along.

“I’m fine. Thank you”

I hurried out of the room. And back up the stairs with my mind racing.

“What the heck man?” “Why did they have to meet, here?”

 I stopped at the top of the stairs and overheard Jumoke say to Titi

“is that your new one? He’s cute o!”

Titi smiled and didn’t really acknowledge or affirmatively answer the question.

Jumoke continued, “You don’t want to answer abi. I’m just like that girl. Protect your man”

Titi smiled.

  .  .  .  .

 “What the hell was that?”

 Titi queried as she stormed into her bedroom. She had been down there talking business for about an hour.

What do you mean, babe? I tried to sound confused knowing fully well that she hates when I pretend to not know what she’s talking about when I clearly do. We all do it.

“I’m talking about Mrs Onipe” she said as I could hear the irritation in her voice.

“Where do you really know her from?!” she was now yelling

“You know what, I don’t care where you know her from, just let me finish this deal and then you can continue doing whatever the fuck you’re doing with her” she said with disgust.

 I sighed and put my head down.  She was changing her clothes to head out again and then my phone buzzed

t was Jumoke. It read.

“WE NEED TO TALK”. I felt a chill down my spine. What have I gotten myself into? This could be bad.

 . . . . .

Helen, the lady at the front desk rolled her eyes at me as I walked up to the hotel room.

She knew what the deal was.

 Jumoke’s PA would call to book the room and I would show up. We would fuck and then both leave.

Jumoke never wanted me to come by her house. I guess it was because the whole family was still watching her and some shit about it being her matrimonial home even though she killed the man that brought her into his home.

 I walked into the room with mixed feelings. There she was on the phone in her buba and gele (Yoruba attire) it looked like she had just returned from a party.  I sat at the foot of the bed anxiously waiting and hoping that the phone call would go just a little longer. About six or seven minutes went by and then the phone clicked.

She turned around and looked at me

“Why are your clothes still on?!” she snapped at me. “don’t you know why you’re here?” she continued.

I felt like a piece of meat as I took off all my clothes and climbed into bed next to her. She began to kiss me like she was going to get what she wanted and be out. I just kept thinking to myself “What The Heck Man?” but she kept kissing and touching me. I was getting hard.

Every guy knows that moment when you really trying not to get hard but thinking about it is getting you harder. She began feeling my hard dick on her navel and she held it in her hand. Stroking it as she kissed me. She was ready.

“Tunde, play with my pussy” she said as she kept on kissing me. I reluctantly obliged. Stroking her clit as he moaned, she simultaneously stroked my rock hard member. I was actually getting turned on.

I began kissing her down her neck, squeezing her huge jugs in my hands as I felt my way around her body. Jumoke was hot, like that milf level just with an amazing amount of crazy. I tried to stay focused and not piss her off.

This was I, the same guy that commands girls attentions in the community but in here, I’m a mere mortal. Once a woman has your Remote Control, she’ll press all your mumu buttons whenever she wanted.

I climbed on top of her and positioned my penis, ready to slide into her. I could hear the juices out of her as her thighs rubbed together. I slowly slid into her as she closed her eyes and took all of me inside her.

The pace was slow and controlled. In and out, I went like I was sampling the area before laying claim. I was turned on but I was angry. I was angry at how I had fallen so low and how this woman laid here getting pleasure from my dick and still being able to control my life. I thought the dick controlled the pussy? I guess not.

I picked up the place as she began to moan loudly and she was loud. Like a Zobo seller in the Lagos market loud “Ahhhh….Ohhhh! Tunde o!” it was just loud and kind of sexy. I was ramming all of me into her and she was taking as much as she could take. I felt my entire aggression course through my veins and into my penis. I was transferring all my anger out. I flipped her over and she said, “Tunde, you just like this position huh? My ass all in the air” I smiled and slid into her. She slapped the bed twice and yelled. I was in.

I began pounding hard like I was holding a grudge against her pussy. No I wasn’t letting up. Her juices flowed out of her on my member and all over my balls as they smacked against her soaked clit. I held her waist, pushed it down into the bed and began ramming into it with intensity and power. She was yelling all sorts of obscenities and biting down into the pillows. “Tunde, you’re breaking me! Tunde you’ll break it! Pls don’t break it” she begged as I let it all out. I was nearing that point where every guy says to his penis “nooo, just a few more pumps”.

Smack, smack, smack!!! And it was all out. All over her ass I pumped all my cum.

She slumped into the bed. Catching her breath she muttered “Tuunde, what the heck was that?” I smiled and said “just giving you what you wanted baby”.  “It was amazing” she responded, “You better come and clean my ass o” she added.

I got up to clean all my cum off her ass. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I walked back into the room and heard her snoring.

I was surprised. She never goes straight to sleep after sex, I walked over and mopped off her ass. I threw the towel to the corner of the room and sat down at the foot again.

Looking to my left I noticed her bag on the floor with her notification light blinking on her phone. A thought came into my head, “I should go through it.” I wasn’t sure why but I was secretly hoping I would find something that would help me snap out of this hold that she had me under.

I was scanning her bag and all I found was money and countless business cards. I was about to give up when inside her wallet I found the slide card to the safe Chief owned. I remembered the card vividly because I was the one that ordered it and oversaw the installers putting it into the wall in Chief’s office one evening after work. Chief didn’t’ want the rest of the staff to know that he was putting it in his office, so in it went behind the painting of him on his 55^th birthday.

Jumoke had it pulled out after Chief’s death and moved to her room in the house. It didn’t make all the sense to me but just holding onto the key was all that was important. I tore out two pages of her presigned checks. I would at least make money from her if I had to flee town or something.

I crawled into bed next to her, looking into the city to my right. I wondered what the outcome of all of this would be.

 She had woken up before me and was on the phone with someone. I got up and got ready to leave. Sunday morning, I just wanted to get home and get ready to catch the soccer premier league matches later that night. I got up to leave and right when I got to the door, she said

“Dupe hold on”

She covered the mouthpiece of the phone and said “end it with her or the contract is off the table. Let me know when it’s done. Understand” I was stunned but half expecting it. I nodded and walked out.

 Titi was going to kill me! A 25 million naira contract?! Just gone! What would I begin to say. I immediately called Titi and asked her to meet me at my house. She had to know the full story.

.   .   .   .   .   .

“Titi, that’s all that happened. She’s had me under her spell for the last year” I said as I concluded the detailed narration of the chain of events to Titi.

Her face went blank; almost free of blood. And then she became consumed with rage. I had just informed her that the woman that caused her mother to be kicked out of her matrimonial home killed her father and took every bit of an inheritance that was meant to be hers was now trying to ruin her life.

Titi had always known who her father was. Her mother had told her but raised her to never want anything from him. When the whole thing got messy, she moved to Ibadan to live there. Her mother was a successful businesswoman that gave her everything but ensured that Titi still loved her father.

No!

She wasn’t going to take it!

She wanted to go over there and confront her. I held her and began to attempt calm her down. She was sooo angry and when she got that angry she usually began to cry. Titi broke down in my arms and let it all out. She was weeping. I tried my best to console her but she just let it all out.

It was needed. She needed to let it all out. And I just held her till she fell asleep in my arms.

The next morning we sat at the dining table as I expressed my elaborate plan to search the safe at the house and hopefully find something we could use to bring Jumoke down. Titi and I agreed that I would search the house when Jumoke left out of town on business again and she would pretend to still want Jumoke’s business to stop her from being spooked.

Titi wanted me to go the next day. She didn’t want to wait. I agreed to go when Jumoke was at the office.

Titi was also going to try to speak to her dad’s lawyer who never actually read Chief Onipe’s will after his death.

Jumoke was going down, we just weren’t exactly sure how.

 .   .   .   .   .   .

 I lied and got myself out of being in the office.

Dakande, the trusted gateman at Jumoke’s house didn’t want me to go in. “Oga, na me be her assistant from the office. I want pick up something” I continued my web of lies. I just needed to get in there. I finally convinced him to let me in after I had bribed him giving him ten thousand naira “Oga dey come back soon o. No say I no warn you” he said letting me know that she would be returning home any moment from then.

I thanked him as I ran into the house. I just needed a few minutes.

I was in the house. Nothing in the living room, bathroom and even her bedroom.

Where was this fucking safe?!

I was beginning to panic and I needed to leave here with something!

Jumoke needed to be brought down.

I was going from room to room and then I stumbled into the nursery. Jumoke had it set up when she first got with Chief Onipe. She wanted to give him a son. She had promised to give him a son to carry on his legacy but knew it was only a matter of time before she got found.

 

I moved the picture out the way and there it was!

It looked the same with a few cuts and bruises from it’s move from the office.

I don’t think I had been that happy about anything in a long time like I was in that moment. But fear soon overwhelmed me.

What if what I was looking for wasn’t in there?

I slid the card in and click!

Click! Click! Click!

The card wasn’t working. Oh shit!!!! Why was this happening to me right now?!!! I began to panic, my hands became very sweaty and I was feeling like it was all going to break in front of me.

I began to jam the card into the port as if to force it to take it in.

I slid my hand around the safe and then I felt a little switch towards the corner of the safe. I pushed it. I could hear the compartments in there moving and then it worked! The card moved in and it opened!

Money, jewelry, keys and a box were in the safe. Nothing else mattered to me but the box. The box, the box was unlocked and so I opened in. In there lay a small cd, the kind that goes into a camcorder. It was not marked. I put it into my pocket and looked around the safe, nothing else seemed like what I was looking for and so I closed the safe and began to leave and that’s when I heard it. The gate.

She was back! Why was she back so soon?

I was stuck but I needed to get out of there. I locked the safe up and put up the picture and began leaving. I heard her walking in.

Damn! I had to explain why I was here, I had to make up a good enough reason for being there.  

“Tunde what are you doing here?” she said

I was silent.

 

 “Baby, I came for…” I began to respond.

“Tunde, why are you naked?” she interrupted me staring at my dangling and now hardening penis. I smiled as I was going to play this off and hopefully get away with “breaking in”. 

“I just missed you baby and I wanted to come and surprise you” I said. She looked at me in surprise and responded “…but Tunde I have told you about how I feel about you coming into my home. What if I was returning home with a guest or something?” she continued.

“That’s a gamble, I was willing to take” I responded.

“You this boy ehn?! You’re lucky I’ve had a long day and I could use a relaxing workout” she spoke as she began stroking my hard member with her hand. Planting a kiss on my lips, she dropped down to her knees and took all of me into her mouth. I made it out safely.

 Leaving behind a clueless and tired Jumoke, I immediately called Titi and told her to meet me at her friend Sope’s house. It was about 8pm when Titi arrived and Sope and I had been catching up. Titi trusted Sope with her, so I felt it was a good ground to share my discoveries with them. Titi informed me that she had called the meeting and everyone was going to be there at Jumoke’s house the next day.

I had watched the video on the cd and asked Titi if she felt up for it as it was somewhat disturbing. She said she was ready. The video was set in Chief Onipe’s office from the security camera he installed in there. He had told Jumoke about it because he trusted her and truly believed that it was only his brother that wanted to kill him. Boy was he wrong. The video showed Chief Onipe getting shot in the chest by Jumoke and my cousin walking into the room a few seconds later. He pieced the puzzle together and took off. It was later discovered that Jumoke found him and arranged for him to be sent out of the country to hide her story. My cousin would later report to me that his immediate family’s safety was also at risk if he ever communicated with me. Titi surprisingly was very reserved and composed, she reported that he father had been out of her life long enough for watching him being murdered not to affect her greatly but it was still hard to watch anyone get the life snuffed out of them.  We spent the night at Sope’s house be safe. Jumoke was deadly, either one of us could have been dead by morning if she wanted.

.   .   .   .   .   .

 Chief Onipe’s lawyer, elders in Chief’s family, Chief’s Onipe’s eighty-year-old mother, Titi and her mother, Sope, a few members of the board from the office, the DPO and a few officers and myself were all seated in Jumoke’s living room awaiting her arrival. Chief’s aged mother had arrived with two bodyguards. They were big and seemed to intimidate the police officers in the room. Everyone was there. Titi and I had planned on exposing Jumoke by showing the video, me giving an account of the happenings and then the lawyer reading the original will, which stated that Chief had left 75% of his wealth to his daughter.

Jumoke arrived and was taken aback by the number of people in the room and the fact that we were all there. Looking around the room in apparent surprise, she asked why we were there. The lawyer asked her to please sit down.

I stood up in the center of the room and began talking. Thanking everyone for coming and attempting to explain why we were all present without initially giving too much away.

“Thank you all for coming today” I began. “We are here to clear up some confusion within the family around certain events that have happened” I continued. Glancing around the room, I could see a variety of looks ranging from confusion and surprise on Jumoke’s face to disgust and irritation on Chief Onipe’s mother’s face.

I continued to talk “much of everything won’t make sense to you all, until I play this video” I concluded. Titi used the remote control and pressed play. On the big 50’ TV, the video began playing. It played out the entire murder and clearly showed Jumoke committing the crime.

Jumoke was frozen in her seat. Stunned. Confused. Afraid. She was glued to the seat. The whole team looked at her in shock as if to say “explain yourself” and in the craziest turn of events. Jumoke got up and pointed at Chief Onipe’s mother and said “it was her! She made me do it!”.

What?! Huh?! Impossible! Were some of the comments that rung around the room. Nobody believed that. One of the aged elders in the family asked the police officers who were ready to take Jumoke away to hold on and allow her to explain herself.

Jumoke began by saying that it was Chief’s mother that kicked out Titi’s mother because she wanted her own woman in the house; Jumoke. The problems arose when Chief Onipe found out that Jumoke’s womb was damaged and she would not be able to give him the son he so desperately wanted. Jumoke had immediately gone to her mother in law to have her beg her son and ensure that he did not kick her out of the house. Jumoke reported that she was surprised when Chief’s mother told her that she knew she couldn’t have babies and that was why she had picked her. She had done her research and did not want Chief to have any more children.  Chief’s mother had told her not to worry; Chief would not kick her out of the house.

The next week, Chief’s mother made the drive down to surprise Chief Onipe and talk to him about his wife at the office. Upon walking in she heard Chief and his brother arguing about something and she wasn’t sure what, listening much closely, she discovered that they were arguing about her. Chief Onipe feeling that their mother was too old and should be moved to the village and not her base in Osogbo and preparations for her funeral should begin to happen. She then became upset and even though she still met with Chief that day, she came back and asked Jumoke to kill chief or have her whole story be told to the whole world.  And that was why Jumoke killed Chief. She wrapped up her story and knelt down to beg for forgiveness from the family. Chief’s mother, who all the eyes were now glued on, sat still in her chair flat and expressionless and all of a sudden motioned to one of her bodyguards. And…

Clack!

Jumoke was down! He shot her! The bodyguard shot her!

Jumoke lay there on the floor in her won blood. A part of me was relieved that she was gone but what the heck man?! She just got shot in front of me. No one had really moved. There was a tense air and major surprise in the room and everyone was shocked.

 

Chief’s mother got up and adjusted her attire and began speaking.

“This stupid ingrate has told you almost the whole story. She had gotten to big for her breaches. I made her! She was right, I did not want my son to have anymore children because his brother who infact was only his half brother ,wanted to wipe out his whole nuclear family. I was trying to protect my son and that fool wanted to begin plans to bury me?! Noo way! I brought him into this world and I took him out. I always knew his brother wanted him dead and so I forced Titi and her mother Aduke, out of the house to protect them. I installed Jumoke into the home because I knew she could never give him any children that would then become targets. This stupid girl Jumoke made a mess of the whole thing! I gave her a potion to put into his food but Jumoke told me that since he found out she couldn’t have kids; he stopped eating and staying home. So she killed him in the office.” she narrated.

 

We were all listening closely in fear as the bodyguard still had his gun out.

She turned and looked at me, I was still frozen and she said “Tunde, you’re standing up here and running your mouth, I could have had you silenced a long time ago. I asked her to send you out of the country and have you never return but apparently she found use for you in her life to empty your seed into her abi? Count yourself lucky and the fact that my granddaughter has a thing for you might have helped you stay alive a bit. Take good care of her. She is all we have left now.”

I nodded trembling. She turned to the lawyer and said “transfer all the property, my son’s and mine to Titi’s name. Aduke, you have raised Titi well and been an amazing mother. I am sorry I never came clean to you and broke up your home. Please find it in your heart to forgive me” she tailed on. Titi’s mother, Aduke was now crying with Titi rubbing her back to console her. Chief’s mother turned to the DPO and said “officers, I will leave now and head back home. You can come and get me later. I have a few things to tidy up and you have this mess to clean up pointing at Jumoke’s lifeless body on the floor” he nodded. I assumed she had him in her pocket too. 

She again adjusted her clothes and walked out.

The whole room was stunned! Dead silence as the elders and others began to file out. I was confused and mostly relieved. I began to think back to all the relationships and opportunities I had to turn down because of Jumoke. Jumoke might have controlled me but chief’s mother was the biggest player in the whole game, moving and using us as props in her grand scheme. She held the main remote control and turned us all to puppets.

Sigh. I was just glad to feel like I had my life back. Titi walked up to me and hugged me. Right there I thought to myself, your life might be in your “hands” but who really has the remote control? Who’s pushing your mumu button on their remote control?

 

 The End

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