So, This is Love? Episode 8 – Judith Onyoyibo
At exactly 8pm, I was already dressed for the party. It was a party organized by a top politician. Rice and men will be surplus 😅.
I wore a very skimpy pink gown. The gown could barely cover my bums because of how short it was. It was a V-neck gown. My tittys were in full display.
I stood in front of my large standing mirror to admire my beauty.
“Babe you are too beautiful. You have front and you also have back! Full package. These men will pay through their nose tonight”. I eulogized myself.
My phone started ringing. It was Favour that was calling.
“I don dey come madam”. I said.
I carried my purse and wore some perfumes.
I stood in front of my mirror again and twerked a bit before running out of the house to meet the ever angry Favour.
I hopped into the first bus I saw.
“Junction”. I said as I hopped into the bus.
The driver drove past the junction and didn’t even stop even when I kept shouting that i’ve reached my destination.
Fear gripped me.
I looked around and saw we were only two girls in the bus. She was already panicking.
“I have entered one chance”. I said within.
The driver kept zooming into the dark. My only fear was that they shouldn’t turn out to be ritüalîsts or kidnáppèrs.
The driver stopped at a very secluded and bushy place. Everywhere was completely dark.
“Oya come down”. One of the guys said whilst pushing me and the other lady out of the bus.
They instructed us not to come down with any of our belongings.
I gently placed my purse on the seat and alighted the bus.
They searched us to make sure we weren’t hiding anything.
“This babe set. Make we run her na”. The driver said to his accomplices.
They let out a wry laughter.
One of the guys angrily tore my gown like a séx starved maniac.
The other lady was shaking vigorously.
“Wetin this mumu still dey do for here. Oya vanish from here”. They shouted at the other lady.
She started running nonstop whilst thanking them.
I just laid on the bushy ground undisturbed.
“As long as I won’t be killed, then I’m good. What is fùck to me anyways”. I said in my mind.
The first man was about climbing me when we started hearing voices.
“Omo, people dey come. Make we move”. One of the guys beckoned on the rest.
They all flew into the bus and zoomed off.
A man ran to where I was and covered me up with his jacket.
He smelt so nice. His hands were firm and yet gentle. He smiled at me and asked;
“Are you okay?”.
My heart froze. It’s been ages since someone asked me if I was okay. I almost cried.
“What’s happening here”. A lady shouted whilst panting.
“I told you something sinister was going on here. This lady is a victim. Let’s help her to the car”. The man said to the lady.
“He is even married. Bad market Janet”. I said to myself.
They both gently carried me to his car.
“Is your house very far from here? My house is close by, you can spend the night there and return home in the morning”. The man said.
“I’m fine with that”. I stuttered.
He drove me to his house.
The woman was very hospitable. She showed me the bathroom and also offered me a night gown.
When I was done bathing, the woman was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
I sat on a couch in the living room as I fed my eyes with the wonderful aesthetic of the apartment.
“Are you good”.
I jerked back to reality and saw my wonderful hero in front of me.
“I am fine sir. Thank you for coming to my rescue. You and your wife are awesome”. I said.
He let out a smile.
“She’s my younger sister”. He said still smiling.
“Ohhh! I thought she was your wife”. I said still smiling.
“Hope they didn’t take anything from you”. He asked with stern seriousness.
“Just y phone and purse”. I said.
“These men will never get something tangible to do with their lives. I’m sorry for your loss”. He said.
“It’s nothing Sir. I’m glad to be alive”. I said.
“Food is ready”. His sister called out.
“Please join us at the dining”. He offered.
We ate dinner quietly.
He showed me the guest room and asked me to spend the night there.
He left for his room. Same with his sister.
I laid on the bed but couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t with my smokes and drügs. I can’t remember ever going to bed without getting high.
I heard someone knock at the door.
“Men will always be men. Maybe an orgasm will make me fall asleep”. I said to myself as I quickly adjusted my night gown to reveal more skins.
I opened the door and saw him by the door.
“Can I come in”. He asked.
“Ofcourse! It’s your house”. I said smiling.
“I won’t if you mind though”. He said.
“I’m good. I can’t sleep”. I said.
He sat on the couch inside the room. While I sat on the bed seductively and ready for business.
“I saw your lights on that was why I came. I woke up for midnight prayers”. He said.
“Pretender. I know why you are here”. I said in my mind.
“Same here. I can’t sleep. My back aches badly”. I said whilst initiating a massage.
“Let me massage you”. He said.
“Wow! I will appreciate it”. I said smiling.
I laid on tummy. My nightie was barely underneath my bums.
He started massaging my back gently.
He let out soft moans at interval. I wanted him to go deeper but he only stopped massaging after 2mins.
“Do you believe in God?”. He asked.
“Who be this one?”. I thought in my mind.
“I don’t want to talk about God”. I said dismissively.
“Why though”. He said still smiling.
“Shift abeg. Na orgasm I dey find no be this petty talk”. I said in my mind.
“God does not exist”. I said to him.
“Wow. I don’t know how you came to that conclusion but God is interested in you”. He said calmly.
“He said that to you?”. I asked sarcastically.
“I know so”. He said.
“I feel sleepy all of a sudden. Can you please excuse me?”. I asked politely.
“Sure. We can always talk about God some other time”. He said before leaving the room.
“Bad market”. I said as I dived into the bed.
To be continued.
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