OUTSIDE BANK HQ…
COMFORT, late 30s – short, tight skirt-suit over a thick body. She steps out of the thirty-storeyed Bank HQ, looking pissed, on the phone with her friend, Yemisi.

COMFORT
Yemisi, he lied to my face. I came at him last night and he lied to my freaking face!

YEMISI (V.O.)
Take it easy, Comfort.

COMFORT
Take what easy? I’m tired of taking it easy, abeg. Do I look like a fool?

YEMISI (V.O.)
You’re not a fool. But you have a temper, and I don’t want you to do anything rash.

COMFORT
I’m here, working my ass off to put food on the table. What is he doing? The least he can do is be faithful, but nooooo! He’s goes behind my back and sleeps with our house girl!

YEMISI (V.O.)
Comfort–

COMFORT
You warned me about him. I should have listened.

YEMISI (V.O.)
Comfort! Chill. Take it easy, biko.

Comfort takes deep breaths. They do nothing to calm her.

YEMISI (V.O.)
Maybe there’s a logical explanation for this.

COMFORT
Are you high?

YEMISI (V.O.)
Comfort, you haven’t caught him red handed. Technically, you have no proof. You can’t break up your marriage on mere suspicion.

Comfort stops to think. An idea takes form. A small smile plays on her lips.

COMFORT
You’re right. I have no proof.

YEMISI (V.O.)
I don’t like the way you’re sounding.

COMFORT
How am I sounding?

YEMISI (V.O.)
Like you’re up to something.

COMFORT
I’m not up to anything.

Comfort dons a mischievous look. She walks towards the HQ’s main gate.

YEMISI (V.O.)
You swear?

COMFORT
Cross my heart and hope to die.

IN COMFORT’S KITCHEN…
Comfort enters and drops bags of cooking ingredients and dairy produce on the counter.

She checks her wristwatch.

IN COMFORT’S MASTER BEDROOM…
Comfort sits on the bed, still in her work clothes. She dials a number. It rings and rings, but no one picks up. She gives the phone a dirty look.

IN COMFORT’S SITTING ROOM…
Comfort dishes out firm instructions to her house girl, JOY – early 20s:

COMFORT
Don’t come back until tomorrow.

She holds out a bundle of cash. Joy stares at it, confused.

JOY
Yes, ma.

Joy collects the money and curtsies. She heads for her room.

COMFORT
No, don’t pack anything. Just go. Now.

JOY
OK, ma. Sorry, ma.

Joy hastily departs from the sitting room with Comfort’s cold eyes on her back.

Comfort waits a little while before bringing out her phone and composing a text message.

OUTSIDE COMFORT’S HOUSE, LATE NIGHT…
Quiet. No movement.

IN COMFORT’S HOUSE – JOY’S ROOM
Comfort takes off her suit jacket, her shirt. She unclasps her bra – her big breasts spill out.

She unzips her skirt and shimmies out of it. Next, her panties go off.

She packs her clothes in a heap and dumps them inside the wardrobe.

She switches off the light, plunging the room into semi-darkness.

She climbs the bed, settles under the wrapper, and stares at the ceiling.

MOMENTS LATER
Comfort is fast asleep. The sound of the door opening wakes her up. Quickly and quietly, she shifts, backing the door, and waits.

Footsteps approach the bed. She listens.

The visitor – her husband, PETER, late 20s – joins her in bed. His lips descend on her neck, her shoulder.

He thinks she’s Joy. Well, Comfort looks ready to spring out of bed and surprise him with her true identity.

Peter’s hand delves below, finding the warmth between her thighs. She inhales sharply, biting her lower lip.

His other hand covers her breast, massaging softly, toying with her nipple. A moan escapes her lips – totally unintentional.

As Peter’s hands continue to work hard on Comfort’s breast and pussy, Comfort parts her legs wider. She twirls her waist softly, grinding her ass on his dick.

With a frustrated groan, Peter puts Comfort on her front. He drags her ass up, shoves his cock into her, and pounds away.

Comfort grips the pillow and headboard, biting down on the mattress and twerking her ass to Peter’s benefit.

Panting heavily, Peter increases his tempo, fucking Comfort faster. Harder. Faster. Harder!

COMFORT
(muffled)
Lord, mercy! Mercy!

A massive orgasm shakes Comfort to her core. She wails.

Peter grunts something incoherent, jerking out of control, climaxing. He collapses on Comfort.

They lie side by side, catching their breath. A little while later:

COMFORT (CONT’D)
So, this is what you’ve been doing, you shameless man.
(pause, pants)
After everything I’ve done for you, after giving your worthless life a purpose, you repay me by fucking our house girl. Bastard.

Comfort gets off the bed, marches to the light switch and flicks it.

COMFORT (CONT’D)
I want you out–

She stops, shocked.

The man staring at her, stunned and frightened, isn’t Peter. He’s DOMINIC, 20s, Peter’s driver.

DOMINIC
(stammering)
Madam…

COMFORT
Dominic? What…? How…?

Dominic just sits there, staring, taking in her luscious heavy breasts, the sexy curve of her hips, her damp pussy…

COMFORT (CONT’D)
Where is your oga?

DOMINIC
Oga dey for meeting. E tell me say make I come tell you. E say e dey try call you but you no answer.

Comfort places a hand over her forehead, apprehensive.

COMFORT
This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

She catches Dominic ogling her breasts.

COMFORT (CONT’D)
What are you looking at?

DOMINIC
Ma?

COMFORT
Will you cover your eyes!

DOMINIC
Sorry, ma.

COMFORT
In fact, just get out. Get out, now!

DOMINIC
Yes, ma.

Dominic jumps to his feet. Comfort gets a good look at his sizeable dick. He heads for the door.

COMFORT
Dominic.

DOMINIC
Ma?

COMFORT
If oga hears about this, I will kill you. Do you understand?

DOMINIC
Yes, ma. You will kill me. I understand.

Dominic disappears.

Comfort shuts her eyes and leans against the wall.

COMFORT
Why me?

She touches her pussy and shivers.

NEXT DAY, INSIDE CAR…
As Comfort drives to work, she replays last conversation with Yemisi:

YEMISI (V.O.)
Did you get your proof?

COMFORT (V.O.)
Yes, I did.

YEMISI (V.O.)
And?

IN COMFORT’S OFFICE…
Comfort works on her laptop. She switches her attention to some documents in a folder. Her past conversation with Yemisi continues:

COMFORT (V.O.)
You were right. I was overreacting. Peter isn’t cheating on me.

YEMISI (V.O.)
(laughing)
You see! Thank God, you didn’t do anything foolish.

COMFORT (V.O.)
Yeah… Thank God.

LATER, BACK IN COMFORT’S HOUSE – JOY’S ROOM
Comfort stands before the bed, staring at it with a haunted look.

YEMISI (V.O.)
But what about Joy, your house girl?

COMFORT (V.O.)
What about her?

YEMISI (V.O.)
Someone is definitely fucking her.

THAT NIGHT, OUTSIDE COMFORT’S HOUSE…
Dominic sneaks around the house.

YEMISI (V.O.)
Or have you forgotten what I told you about the noises I heard?

He slips in through the backdoor.

COMFORT (V.O.)
I’m still looking into it.

IN COMFORT’S HOUSE – JOY’S ROOM…
Dominic enters quietly.

Joy is in bed, under the covers.

COMFORT (V.O.)
Trust me, when I find the person, they’ll wish they were never born.

YEMISI (V.O.)
That’s my girl.

Dominic quickly disrobes, climbs in next to her, and drags the wrapper off. A very naked Comfort stares up at him expectantly. He’s shocked.

DOMINIC
Madam? What… What are you doing here?

COMFORT
What sort of stupid question is that? Isn’t this my house again?

DOMINIC
Sorry, ma.

COMFORT
What are you doing here?

Dominic has no proper response to that question.

COMFORT (CONT’D)
Where is your oga?

DOMINIC
E dey meeting.

COMFORT
Good.

Dominic just stares stupidly. He has no idea what to do next.

COMFORT (CONT’D)
What are you waiting for?

DOMINIC
Madam, I no want trouble.

COMFORT
Dominic.

DOMINIC
Ma?

COMFORT
If you don’t shut up and fuck me now, I’m going to slap you.

Dominic swallows and nods. He gets to work.

He starts with her breast, kissing, sucking her nipple.

Comfort strokes his dick, moaning.

He grabs her free breast, twists and pulls her nipple. She gasps.

He drags himself between her legs, slides into her. She grabs his ass. He thrusts leisurely. She expertly lifts her crotch to meet his deep strokes.

Dominic wants to take it slow; he wants enjoy the moment forever, but Comfort’s pussy is too sweet. In no time, he’s pumping wildly. She clings to his shoulders, writhing from his deep, vigorous thrusts.

Comfort changes location: she kneels on a cushioned chair in the room while Dominic pumps into her from behind, his crotch clobbering her fat ass. He holds onto her shoulders to pronounce his thrusts.

Later, they’re standing. Comfort’s back is against the wall. Holding one of her legs up, Dominic pounds her pussy mercilessly. She clutches his buttocks.

Then it’s back to the bed: Dominic, atop Comfort, thrusting harder and faster than before.

COMFORT (CONT’D)
Dominic!

DOMINIC
Ma?

COMFORT
Dominic, my pussy… My pussy!

DOMINIC
Madam, I don ready. I wan release.

COMFORT
Release! My god, release it, please!

DOMINIC
I no wear condom, madam.

COMFORT
So?

DOMINIC
I no wan give you belle.

COMFORT
Dominic, if you stop, I will kill you, I swear to god who made me.

DOMINIC
Madam, I no fit…

COMFORT
Dominic, don’t stop!

She tightens her embrace.

COMFORT (CONT’D)
Don’t stop!

Their orgasms arrive at the same time. Dominic twitches as he floods her. Comfort trembles, accepting all of him.

Eventually, Dominic rolls off Comfort. They lie in silence, panting.

COMFORT (CONT’D)
From now on, you’re going to fuck me whenever I want you to fuck me, you hear?

DOMINIC
Yes, ma.

COMFORT
Only me. You’re going to stop fucking Joy. You can’t be fucking me and my house girl at the same time. It’s disrespectful.

DOMINIC
OK, ma.
(pause)
What of oga?

COMFORT
Don’t worry about oga. I’ll handle him.

Comfort snuggles up to Dominic, putting an arm and a leg over him.

COMFORT (CONT’D)
Just make sure you satisfy me when I need you to and everything will be fine. I’ll even increase your salary sef if you make me very happy.

Dominic loves the sound of that. He caresses Comfort’s thick buttocks.

DOMINIC
Anything you want, ma.

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