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    Author: Adams Odunayo

    If anyone had told me six hours before now
    that I would be in a room with this aged fat
    man, all dressed looking like a first class ‘runs
    babe’, I would have argued with them. I stared
    around, looking almost confused.
    It was a Friday and Dorcas, my roommate,
    had called me to inform me of a birthday
    party happening later in the day.
    She called me from home, and although her
    plan when she was leaving school on
    Wednesday was to return to school on Sunday
    evening, she changed her mind and decided to
    come back to the hostel on Friday evening so
    she could attend the birthday bash of a
    popular rich man in Lagos.
    Dorcas is a party girl. The only thing that can
    make her not go for any big party in town is
    school exams. And we had finished our
    second semester exams on Tuesday, with few
    practicals left for the coming week, hence, her
    decision to go home on Wednesday and return
    on Sunday.

    It was as if Dorcas knew I was officially the
    ‘most bored person’ in the world that day
    when she put a call to me telling me about
    the said birthday bash which her school
    mother had invited her to.
    From the way she sounded on phone, there
    were lots of incentives attached to being
    present at the party. Meeting with top
    politicians and top influencers in the country
    (which I was not too keen about), going home
    with lots of cash if you know how to play your
    game quite well… (I didn’t know what that
    really meant, but was hoping everything would
    be just fine), and so many more!

    I just wanted to have fun in the company of
    my friends, get out of this my boredom state
    which I had been for 48 hours and return back
    with well… money!
    I knew that I was a smart girl (I still am), so
    no matter what games they might be planning
    for everybody present at the party to do to win
    some money, I was sure of myself.
    Just like Dorcas, I had no boyfriend but
    although Dorcas had been in and out of five
    relationships, I really could not figure out why
    I could not hold on to one.
    Most of the guys who had asked me out
    ended up irritating me… except Abiola.
    Abiola was studying Computer Science and he
    was about two levels above me. It was the
    fifth month since Abiola and I had been
    friends (although he was still waiting for my
    reply to his proposal).
    The ‘clean’ dark guy was, and is still cool,
    calm and collected. Unlike those other boys
    who just get me irritated with either their
    behaviors, orientation or their words, Abiola
    always knew when to talk, keep quiet and he
    was always making me laugh.
    Although I was deeply convinced that he was
    the one for me, I still dragged my reply to his
    proposal just to be sure of what I was getting
    into.
    “At least, he’s still better than all of those
    other unserious guys,” I had silently thought.
    “I will never allow him go. He’s the one for
    me,” I assured myself further.
    But Dorcas is a free bird; she had tried out
    about seven relationships that did not work
    out, they all ended even before they started.
    The last one ended dramatically and I was
    very thankful it ended at the time it did.
    Well… when Dorcas called me to intimate me
    on how we were going to meet, I wanted to
    ask her how her school mother, whom she had
    not seen in years, suddenly got across to her,
    to tell her about the gig happening later in the
    day.
    She was obviously in a rush to get off the
    phone so as to prepare and get back to school
    on time.
    When Dorcas arrived, we were both in a haste,
    and our dressing routine which usually takes
    two hours, ended in less than thirty-five
    minutes.
    Spotting a sheer tube dress that barely
    covered my bosoms and butt, with other parts
    of my body leaving much to be imagined, I
    was all set for the party.
    “Wheeeeeeeeeew!” Dorcas exclaimed when we
    were all set. “Omo, you’re simply hot.”
    With the both of us gaily dressed, a car was
    already waiting to pick us outside. It was later
    that I got to know that it was part of the
    arrangement for the gig; everyone is taken
    care of right from their doorsteps.
    When we finally got to the venue, I was
    thankful to God that I dressed like a ‘big
    babe’, although my parents would have to
    look twice to be sure it was their daughter
    they were actually seeing.
    We got to the venue few minutes before 11pm
    and there was music and various games for
    all the fine ladies and the ‘big men’.
    Looking around, I didn’t see any young boy
    that could conveniently fall into the category
    of the word ‘young’. The space was filled with
    ‘big old men’ and many young girls, but I was
    not bothered.
    As we moved more into the night, I noticed
    that Dorcas had drifted away from me, she
    was laughing off already in the company of
    two old men. At a point, I didn’t see her again
    and I just concluded she had gone to the other
    side of the space with her newly found friends.
    While I was doing my thing, my eyes got in
    contact with a pot-bellied man for the third
    time. I saw him as he finally got up, making a
    move towards me.
    While I was still wondering, “who will talk to
    this pot-bellied, overfed man,” he got to touch
    me on my shoulders.
    And since my short dress was barely covering
    my backside and my boobs, the man must
    have been drunk with all other revealing parts
    of my body that he saw.
    Before I could say Jack, I was already in a
    seat alone with our dear ‘Wonderman’ (that
    was what he called himself). He was quite a
    funny man and I said in my mind he wouldn’t
    be a bad friend for the night.
    After a while, he asked us to move down a
    room. The hall was already getting deserted
    with only few people left and the few people
    left were all in pairs. I tried Dorcas’ number, it
    was switched off so I decided to follow
    ‘Wonderman’, since it was my last resort.
    When we got in, he went straight to the
    bathroom and within few minutes, returned in
    only his underwear.
    I had watched a few of Nollywood movies with
    this kind of scene and it was almost looking
    like another one was about to play out; in
    which I was fast becoming the star actress. I
    could not breathe properly again, my heart
    was beating faster than necessary.
    I decided to think back at what pushed me to
    the situation I was, with a man old enough to
    be my dad, all alone in this well-furnished
    room.
    Wonderman did not allow me enter deep into
    my thoughts before he jerked me back to life
    again by touching my shoulder…(my shoulder
    again!).
    When I looked at him, his face had already
    changed. He was not looking like the person I
    met outside minutes back, he was looking like
    one who will get anything done at all costs.
    The expression on his face, his body
    movements all suggested he was only waiting
    for me to make a move. A move, that I was
    not sure what exactly he wanted.
    His hands had already made for my boobs
    and… I was freaking hot already, but was not
    sure of what exactly I wanted.
    I was already enjoying the guilty, but sweet
    feeling, before my senses returned. I quickly
    looked around, picked up my bag which I had
    dropped somehow, and ran out of the room.
    It was close to midnight, so there was really
    nowhere for me to go, but I managed to get a
    taxi which took me straight home.
    After taking my bath, I played the scene all
    over again. And although I enjoyed the aspect
    where he was beginning to fondle with my
    bosom, I just told myself, “that’s exactly how
    prostitution starts.”
    What would I have told Abiola whom I was
    seriously considering as a future partner?
    Well… I didn’t do anything silly. I was glad as
    I sneaked into my blanket and slept off almost
    immediately. What a day it was for me!

    [hupso]

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    yimmu Xo d man alow u run

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    Etz d'bramoEtz d’bramo
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    hnmm!
    thank ur spirit
    Buh who knows datz wah really happened

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    Bring it on

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    DIDI LA PEZDIDI LA PEZ
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    Uni students. Most of dem do d unthinkable in sch

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    Etz FroshberryEtz Froshberry
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    More!

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    KachiskaKachiska
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    Thank God you escaped from there

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    OlumideOlumide
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    So the “Wonderman” wasn’t man enough to rough-handle you to ecstasy of wild s*x after all.
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    Thank God for the escape of not cheating on your Abiola through a bad friend in Dorcas.

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