Deborah greets me with a big smile and offers me some juice. I politely agreed and asked her how she was doing. She’s super friendly today. I started work, building two-layer encryption on her firewall but didn’t tell her I’m tracking the hacker. By 5 pm, I tell her I have to come back the next day. She tells me the laptop I’m working on has no confidential information so I can take it away and work on it. She needs everything done as soon as possible and gave me $100. For the next couple of days, I took no odd jobs. I finished the encryption in one week and called Deborah. She’s excited to hear I’m done and tells me to deliver it the next day at 8.
It’s 8 am and I am by her door, I clicked on the doorbell and I hear movement towards the door. The door opens and my jaw dropped. I am looking at the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. At a glance, I can tell this is Deborah’s daughter. I’ve never seen her in the house. She invites me in. ‘My mom told me you’d be coming. She’s taking a shower, please make yourself comfortable.’ We are staring at each other, I’m looking at her lips. Cute little lips, dark hair just like her mom’s. She’s just Selena Gomez but just taller. We stare into each other’s eyes as if we’re under a spell. She stammers she has to go back to her room. She’s too quiet, and soft. I can just tell she’s a shy girl. I watch her take the stair, she has a bubble butt and it jiggles well. I feel my dick swelling a little and electricity down my spine. She turns and whispered ‘Angela’ and hurriedly enters her room. I sit down in trance. What just happened, it’s like my soul has left my body and come back. I didn’t hear Deborah descend the stairs and felt a tap on my shoulder. I jolt in my seat and that startles Deborah. I apologized and Deborah joked I’m too polite. I explained everything and she asked if I’d like to take cash or bank transfer. I quickly reply ‘cash’, making Deborah raise her eyebrows. I’m worried I’ve raised suspicions. To impress her, I give the I.P. address and names of the hackers who infiltrated her firewall. Deborah is overly impressed and stated she’ll let the cops deal with them. Shit, I’ve fucked up. I tell her to let it slide and she promises she would never let it slide. If the cops get involved, I’m screwed. I have to come clean. I explain everything to Deborah and she sat there listening quietly. ‘Please don’t call the police. Don’t tell your husband. I’m begging you.’ ‘I don’t have a husband and I’m not telling anyone, maybe just my daughter. But I don’t want any trouble with the law, please stay away.’ Deborah gives me $2,000 cash and ordered an uber for me.
On my way to my apartment, I want to cry. Is life going to be tough like this, always hiding and running? I lay in my bed and all I can think of is Deborah’s daughter. Angela is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen but what is this feeling. Was is it? Not something I’ve felt before. The next two weeks were pretty normal. Odd jobs and running errands for the landlord. In the evenings I teach my landlord’s 10-year-old granddaughter mathematics and help her with her homework. She’s like my younger sister and she kept me company. My landlord loves me as a son and occasionally speaks to my family on video. We’ve gotten very close and live like a family.
My phone rings while I’m doing math with Rhoda. I freak out, check my phone, and put it back. I’m wondering why she would be calling. I don’t expect to see them again. Rhoda, thinking I’m not picking because of our math session, tells me I can excuse myself. I go into my bathroom and pick up the call. ‘James?’ ‘Yes, ma’am.’ ‘Why did I have to call three times? You scared?’ ‘Yes ma’am, I thought I wouldn’t hear from you.’ ‘Come to my house tomorrow morning, at 8. See you.’ She hangs up before I can say anything. Wow, the audacity. I continue our math and Rhoda spends the night on my couch. I woke up at 7 am and woke Rhoda up. I tell her to go get ready for school. By 8, I’m knocking on Deborah’s house. Angela opened the door and we stood staring into each other’s eyes once again. This time she smiles, look down, and mentions me to come inside. Deborah is sitting by the dining table taking breakfast and telling me to join her. I go sit down and Angela comes to the table, grabs a bowl, and pours my coco pops. She adds milk and placed it right in front of me, blushing all that while. Her mother stares at her amazed. I don’t know what the hell is happening. Angie stares me in the eye for three good seconds and excuses herself, heading to her room. Deborah clears her throat, drawing my attention as I kept staring at Angie walking away. I looked back at Deborah embarrassed. If I wasn’t black I’d blush crimson red. ‘James. You’re an illegal immigrant. You are walking trouble but I need you. I would want a personal computer technician to do various technical errands like dealing with bugs, hackers, and developing apps to help my business. I ran a tailoring business but if you’re wondering about my worth, my husband was very rich but he died four years ago. I want to hire you. You’ll work from home because you’re illegal and I’ll pay you handsomely. You’ll report all your progress here every Friday. If you make any suggestions and innovations to the company, I’ll pay you a handsome bonus.’ I fell on my knees and started saying some blessings to her. She looked at me amazed and asked what the fuck I’m doing. I apologize and told her that’s how things are done in my culture. We laughed it off. ‘I have some people in high power, you’ll get your work permit in less than a year from now, stay out of trouble’. Deborah gave me a MacBook and told me to go design a website for the company. I thanked her and took my leave.
I have worked with Deborah for three months. I’ve designed a website and an app for checks and balances for Deborah. I never failed to impress her. I’m on my way to making a weekly report and near-future plans with Deborah. Angie opens the door for me and stares at me. I feel the usual electricity down my spine and feel I should hug her. I did and she blushes more than usual. We heard inside and joined her to watch the channel she was on. I ask her how she is doing and she says she’s well. Deborah calls me from upstairs and I join her in her office. We had our meeting and as I’m about to leave she says something surprising. ‘Take Angie to the movies. I mean not like a date or anything. She was the first to discover her dad’s dead body four years ago when she was 14. That changed her. She used to be very lively. She made me get her home-schooled. She has no friends and never even had a boyfriend. She never leaves the house and is uncomfortable with everyone. You’re the only one she’s quite comfortable with. Just be her friend okay.’ This is a dream come true. I’ve never really chatted with Angie and this is my chance.
The next day I was at the door. Deborah opens the door and motions me to sit on the sofa. She tells me Angie is getting ready. I’m wearing a jumper, jeans, and slippers. I have my baseball cap flipped to the back. I heard movement and looked upstairs, and there was Angie. Hair tied in a bun, a tee-shirt, and a skirt to her knee. She hugged me like I had the day before and we ordered an Uber to the mall. She was hyped up and hyperactive. We’re having nice conversations and this 18-year-old is sweet. I never expected her to be open and fun. We head to the cinema and did karaoke. We are both fans of The Rolling Stones and sang our hearts out. Angie’s phone is ringing and it is 11:00 pm, time has really flown. Angie scolded us on phone to come home as it was getting late. We laughed it out and called an Uber home. I walk Angie to the door and as she is about to enter, she turns and kisses me. She quickly turns to enter but I pull her back and kiss her passionately. She kisses me back as if she has been waiting all her life for this. I wrapped my hand around her waist kiss her more. I put my hand on her ass and squeezed as our tongues fought. She moans into my mouth and wrapped her hand around my head. She whispers into my ear that she has to go and just before she entered, she turned and took off my baseball cap and got away with it. As I make my way back to the Uber, I turn to look at Deborah’s bedroom window and the sudden move of the curtain tells put some fear in me. She definitely saw me. I got into the Uber and started panicking. This generous woman told me to get her daughter out of the house not kiss her. I’m a fucking peasant. Jeez, I’m an idiot. My life is about to end. What have I done?
I’m lying in bed, it is 2 am, and I can’t sleep. Deborah knows I’m 25 years, a peasant and illegal and her daughter is 18 years. There are so many things wrong here. She’s my employer, on top of everything. The sound of a phone call wakes me up. It’s Deborah and my bowel is shifting like crazy. I pick up and I know my life with Deborah Smith and Angela Smith is over. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hello, ma’am.’ ‘I am calling to know if you got home last night. You’re not kidnapped, are you? Hahaha.’ ‘Errhm, ma’am. I… I got ho… home the last ni… night. Thank you.’ ‘It’s time you stopped being too polite. You’re like the son I never had. Looks like Angie enjoyed her time with you. Okay, take care of yourself.’ She hangs up before I can say anything. Rhoda burst into my apartment like she always does and fixed breakfast for herself and me. As she sat eating she tells me I’d changed. She says I’m more lively and beaming. She then tells me if I ever get a girlfriend I should introduce her. We laugh about it and play some PlayStation. At midday, I took my phone out to call Angie. As I’m about calling her, her calls come through. I told her I was just about to call her and we chatted for about an hour. She told me to take her out to the amusement park tonight and that she’d meet up there. We met there and had fun, chatting and all. I took her home at 11, this time, just kissing her forehead.
The next day was pretty all about work. I’m developing a phone app for Deborah. I’m now wealthy enough to transform my apartment into a more decent one. I could even move out into a nicer building but I love spending time with my landlord and Rhoda. And I have enough money to send some home thanks to Deborah. Angie calls me to plan another hangout tonight. I may have created a monster. She calls and says she wants to check out the nightclub, she’s never been to one. I picked her up at 8 pm and gosh was I shocked. She is wearing a miniskirt, black lipstick, ponytail, half-cut shirt, high heels, and stockings. I hugged her slightly in front of Deborah and she warns us to get home not after 11. When we got into the Uber, Angie tells me she was excited to try something new and that she’s never tried dressing this way and had to google. We got to the nightclub, danced, and took a few shots only to get us tipsy. As we dance, we started making out, more passionately than ever. I was getting hornier and hornier. I felt Angie grab my dick through my jeans and whisper ‘You’re big, I think’. I pulled her to a sofa in a corner, sat down and she sat on me and she started kissing me as if she’s sucking my life out. I put my hand beneath her shirt and grab her boob. I keep rubbing my thumb on her nipple and she moans into my ear. My left hand rests on her mound as I rub her pussy through her panties. She’s dripping wet and she smells so strong. My dick is too hard it’s hurt in my jeans. I find her clit through her panties and rub it harder. I feel her shaking as she moans harder, ‘James I don’t know what is happening to me but don’t stop. Please faster.. uhh.. I think I’m cumming.. uh.. uh…’ Her eyes rolls as she wrapped her hands around me recovering from her orgasm. My phone started to ring, shit it’s Deborah and the time is 11:39. Angie tells me not to pick and tells me we should go outside the club. As we got out I called Deborah back and put her on speaker. ‘You kids have any idea what the time is? Don’t bother coming home, your time is up. Spend the night in your apartment so you won’t be late next time.’ Before I could say anything, she hangs up, again.
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