The Set-Up

Nat appeared at her door on a Saturday morning. He looked like the perfect young billionaire wearing a Tom Hilfiger T-shirt that hugged his arms, a baseball hat and a pair of aviators covering his eyes. He parked his Ferrari outside. A few boys in the neighborhood loitered by staring at the car and chattering as if it had erupted from a music video.

He met Isla at the door.

“Helllo!” he said.

Isla was too stunned to speak. She knew who he was before he introduced himself, her mouth was slightly open.

“I’m Nat! Is Zara at home ?” he asked

She was still gazing at him. She felt something, her legs shook and her desire was strong.

“Hi!” she said slowly. Her voice in suspended admiration. “She’s told me about you”

“Really?” he said surprised

“Yes. Come in!” he walked inside

“She’s completing her runs at the end of the block. You just wait for her”.

“He sat down and took in the room”

“I’d be back,” she said.

Isla climbed the staircase, her eyes never leaving his. He was truly the picture she had painted. An alpha black god with the money too. Her fingers were placed on her lips. She felt things she shouldn’t feel, going upstairs to take off her robe leaving only her silky short night dress that stopped just beneath her private. Her body frame is sexy and well exposed.

She came down and sat too close to him. Nat didn’t think anything suspicious. The TV was turned on to Nat geo wild.

“So are you Zara’s boyfriend?” she asked teasingly

Nat smiled. “Not quite the word I’d use”.

She smiled. “Wow! so what’s the word”

“More like friends,” he said.

“Ha ha!” she laughed…friends indeed. She of course knew from Zara’s tales of their escapade that they were more than friends.

“She’s so lucky,”  she said. “Is that your car parked outside?”

“Yeah”

She hid her bewildered face with a palm on her mouth

“You’re so fine” she said,  it came out in a dark, suggestive tone

Nat was a little irked.

“Thanks,” he said. He looked at her well.

“Sure. Zara’s not coming soon, Her runs take over an hour. Care for anything?”

“No. I’m good” he said

“Her and her exercises and work outs”, she continued talking about Zara

“I don’t do any but”—She stood up and turned before him, her eyes seductive on him.

“Am I not sexy?”

Nat was uncomfortable. The room was getting hot now. He pretended not to hear her or see her frame, his eyes lingering around the room, dodging her.

Isla’s final crazed action was when she said

“Zara says you have a golden penis and you fuck yet till she looses her senses”. Her hands were gently, then rigorously moving around his pants.

Nat quipped. “What are you doing?” He looked at her like the insane person that she was.

“I wanna have a taste”, she said bluntly.

She was unbuckling his pants

“Stop! " he said , "You need to stop!”

He tried to get up but she shut him up. She stood up and took off her clothes. Except for her pants. She was naked. Her pointed breasts exposed.

“Fuck me daddy! the way you fuck Zara”

she sat on top of him while he struggled to get up. She was unbuttoning his shirt.

“Please, I want you in me”, she said in a plea.

When he finally broke free from her, and stood up, Zara arrived, sweaty in tight sports clothes, her hair held in a ponytail and a bottle of water in hand, she saw Him and Isla on the floor, crying.

“Isla!” Zara was stunned.

Then she looked at Him

“Nat!” her voice was heavy with disbelief.

“He raped me, Zara”

“Who?” she asked

Her cry intensified now

“He came looking for you. Told him you weren’t at home he took advantage of me”.

She was a talented actress with an Oscar-worthy performance. She was not only crying, she was shrieking with throaty shouts, her hair scattered across her face.

Nat wasn’t sure if this was a dream or real. He refuted the allegations.

“Zara, she’s insane. I don’t do anything. She tried to seduce me but I wouldn’t give in. No one had sex or anything. Don’t believe her”

“Really! Nat. I caught you red handed”

“You can’t say that Zara. She’s lying. You—he painted at Isla. What the fucks wrong with you”

But the lie already became the truth and it looked cold, tall and unforgiving.

“Get out!” she screamed

“Zara—“ his lips quivered.

“I said get out,” she shouted angrily.

“I can explain, she’s lying”

She walked towards him and slammed the door outside him.

“Oh my God!” Zara sank to the floor in incredible despair. She couldn’t believe her eyes nor her ears.

“Nat did this to you?” she asked again. A smoldering rage brewing inside her.

She stood there, feeling like a wounded lion. Her appetite for revenge is unquenchable.

Nat kept on knocking till he drove off to his friends.