The Sweet Revenge………….Part 6

We planned for Phase I of Operation Sweet Revenge to commence on Saturday shortly after the lunch hour. The temperature was already heating up in Lagos, and I figured there would be a large crowd at the pool at Victory Estate.

I was a bit nervous about whether Latifah would show up, but shortly after noon a BMW Z4 pulled into my driveway. She came to my door carrying a small bag, and when I raised my eyebrows, she said, "My swimwear."

She looked around and smiled. "So this is your neighbourhood. Do you like it here?"

I scowled. "I did until recently."

She patted my cheek. "We're going to fix that."

We separated at the clubhouse to go to the locker rooms to change into our suits. As we agreed, I came out first and found two lounge chairs beside a table with an umbrella. No sooner had I made myself comfortable than I spotted big Dele Oyebanjo making his way toward me.

"Well, Femi," he boomed out, "I'm surprised to see you at the pool today. I would have thought you'd be taking a lesson from the pro, trying to improve your tennis game."

I knew he was trying to bait me, but I answered him evenhandedly. "Nope, today my girlfriend and I are going to enjoy the pool and get a little sun."

Dele wasn't going to let me off that easily. "Oh, you have a girlfriend now? I like to meet her."

By now our conversation had drawn the attention of the people within earshot. That was fine with me.

"Well you're in luck, Dele. Here she comes now," I said, pointing to the door to the women's locker room.

Oh my gosh! A hush fell over the club members as Latifah approached us. I had expected her to wear a bikini, but to my surprise she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit. But somehow it was far more enticing. It was made out of some kind of silvery material that captured and reflected the sun, commanding the attention of every man and woman in sight. I heard a clicking sound and realized she was wearing stiletto-heeled slippers. They made her calves, thighs and butt look absolutely amazing.

As she drew closer to us, I wrenched my eyes from her legs back to her suit. It looked different somehow, and then I realized that it had to be made from the thinnest material I had ever seen. It absolutely molded itself to every contour of her body, and, as I looked closer, it was obvious that the suit was totally unlined. It looked as though it was painted onto her body.

She came up to me and linked her arm in mine, pressing her breasts against my bicep and kissing me on the cheek. "Oh, good, honey" she cooed, "you've gotten a place for us." Then she turned to Dele. "Who's your friend, Femi?"

I glanced at Dele, and saw to my amusement that his mouth was hanging open as he stared at the vision in front of him. "Latifah," I said, "I like you to meet Dele. Dele, this is my girlfriend Latifah."

His mouth snapped shut and he quickly reached out to shake hands with her. "Welcome to the club house," he said rather grandly. "If there's anything I can do to assist you, please don't hesitate to ask."

Latifah smiled prettily. "Oh, how nice!" She turned to me and said coyly, "Is everyone here as nice as Dele?"

I replied drily, "No, Dele is unique."

She smiled at him again. "Well, thank you so much for making me feel right at home."

When he just stood there, she looked down with a smile. "You can let go of my hand now."

"Oh!" he said in embarrassment. "Well, I have to get going. I hope I see more of you, Latifah. Um, I mean, I hope I see you around again." With that he turned away awkwardly and returned to the other side of the pool, repeatedly glancing over his shoulder as he went. I glanced in that direction and spotted Fidelia sitting there with her arms crossed. She didn't look happy.

Latifah and I settled back in our lounge chairs. She took my hand and pulled me closer so she could whisper in my ear. "I thought that went rather well."

I squeezed her hand. "You were perfect," I assured her. She smiled and gave me quick kiss on the lips. I know she meant it in a friendly way, but I could still feel her lips fifteen minutes later.

Over the next couple of hours, I think everyone who was at the pool that day made it a point to stroll by us to get a glimpse of my new girlfriend. I know for sure that everyone on my men's team came by, and after exchanging a few jovial words I made it a point to introduce them to Latifah. She was gracious to every one of them, chatting easily as though they were old friends.

At one point I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You should have gone into politics." She just smiled and winked at me. "In my line of work I'm only one step away." I guffawed.

When things quieted down, she leaned over to me again. "Which one is she?" I knew exactly whom she meant, and I pointed Fidelia out to her on the other side of the pool.

"Good," she said, "leave this to me."

She slipped on her high-heeled mules and clip-clopped over to Fidelia's side of the pool. Bending over at the waist facing the pool, she slipped the shoes off her feet and then executed a graceful dive into the shallow water. When she surfaced, she bowed her head forward, and then quickly flipped it back so that her hair made a graceful arc over her head, spraying water in a fan shape into the air. I was in awe: I  had seen that move in advertisements before, but never in real life. It was stunning.

Then in a single motion Latifah gracefully pushed herself out of the water and onto the deck. As she stood there facing Fidelia with the water running down her body, she reached up to push her hair back, emphasizing her breasts in the process. Then she slipped the mules back on her feet, adding four inches to her height, and walked back to where I was staring.

I reluctantly shifted my view away from Latifah to look at Fidelia. She was glaring angrily at me. Then she turned and spoke sharply to Dele before grabbing her things and heading for the exit. He tagged along behind her, once again looking over his shoulder at Latifah.

She gracefully settled herself in the lounge chair with her eyes closed. I could just hear her murmur, "Mission accomplished."

Only one bad thing happened while we were there. As we were getting ready to leave, I looked up to see Kike walking in my direction. "Oh, shit," I thought, "I forgot all about Kike's women's team playing today. What am I going to tell her?"

"Hi, Femi, I'm so glad to see you out again. Maybe we can get together and play some more . . ." She stopped abruptly as Latifah stood up and grasped my arm. "Oh," Kike said in surprise, "who's this?"

"Um, this is Latifah, my date," I said awkwardly.

Kike blinked and looked in silence at Latifah for a moment. Then she stuck out her hand. "I'm Kike," she said. "It's nice to meet you." She turned back to me. "Um, I've got to get cleaned up. I'm pretty grimy after our match today. See you around, Femi." Then she turned and scurried away before I could think of anything to say.

"Who was that?" Latifah asked curiously.

"That was Kike," I told her. "She's my partner for mixed doubles."

"Interesting," was her response.

I mentally kicked myself for not having planned in advance how to deal with Kike. I didn't want to risk revealing my plan, but I didn't want Kike to get the wrong idea. Damn!

Shortly after that, Latifah and I decided to call it a day. I felt like we'd accomplished everything we wanted to do today. As we left the pool area, I swear I heard the level of conversation pick up noticeably.
To be continued………………………….