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I walked around the house aimlessly completely clueless how to spend my time. I was a fresh graduate who’d served his country but with no job to show for it. I spent my day playing video games, pinging, sleeping and watching movies. I was getting bored having nothing to do and I needed a break as fast as possible. I’d applied for jobs in various companies had done a couple of interviews but was yet to be called to resume work. I was about to sleep off for the third time that day when my bosom friend called.
“How far?”
“Alfa dey pray joor, anything for your boy?” I asked wanting to resume my sleep
“Are you free tonight? I get one parole like that and I no wan go alone.”
“So I don turn to escort nau abi? Na when you need something you go remember person”, I retorted
“Abeg na. I go pick you up in like an hour. Just look good. Latest by ten tonight, you go reach your house. You dey down?”
I needed anything to get my mind off my present predicament and I took this as a welcome development.
“No lele. I go dey wait you then. No waste time o. Sleep dey my eye o.”
“Badt guy!! Your head is dere. One hour o”. The line went dead.
I got up quickly and went to bathe for the first time that day and brushed my teeth. When Bayo goes on a parole, one can be sure there’ll be many chicks on ground and I wanted to impress. I picked out a blazer jacket and a new pair of jeans with a fine shirt my aunt just sent me. My shoes were on point for the day, I dressed up and waited.
Two hours later, we were enroute Bayo’s parole. Bayo was my classmate in school and he was a very good bad guy. He knew people, loved to party, banged chics every other day and was a very good friend to all who knew him. He wasn’t from a wealthy home, but he knew how to hustle hard. And his hustle bore him monetary fruits. He owned his own flat on the island unlike my useless self who was staying with my parents somewhere in Ikotun. He owned a Range rover and was a fashion freak. Ironically, he wasn’t a spendthrift like many of his colleagues were, but when he did spend money for his friends, he spent well. I therefore knew my evening out was going to be fun.
We arrived Eko hotel and parked. I still had no idea what this parole was going to be like, I just wanted to be surprised. He just kept telling the person who kept calling him on his phone that we were on our way. We made our way to the restaurant and then to a table where two forty-something looking women. One of the women on seeing Bayo got up and hugged Bayo kissing him on the lips in the process. I was surprised at what I just saw. Bayo was a serial womanizer with young girls. I’d never seen him with “women”. I pretended not to notice as he thereafter introduced me to her.
“David, meet my darling, Joke Hopewell. Joke, meet my good friend David “Always le nle” Banks”, I shook hands with her waiting to be introduced to the other woman.
“Nice to meet you”, she said as we shook hands then she continued “You guys meet my best friend, Vivian Adenuga. Vivvy this is Bayo my baby boy and his friend David” I could feel Vivvy’s eyes scouring my body lustfully. She murmured something in response, but I didn’t even hear as I was also scoping her too. She had just the kind of body I liked in my women. Not fat and not thin. She was quite beautiful too with very enticing “assets”.
We were practically oblivious of our surroundings as we all sat down and began chatting. I was the new one to the group so I didn’t talk much. Few minutes later, two bottles of champagne were brought to the table. Then Bayo and Joke both giggling like two spoilt kids excused themselves taking one bottle along and leaving me alone with Vivian.
I shifted uneasily in my seat unsure how to break the silence. I poured myself some champagne and took a swig. This fueled my courage in bounds and I began to talk.
“So what do you do for a living Ms. Adenuga?” I asked unsure about the Ms since she had no ring on her finger.
“Please call me Vivvy or Vivian. I make my money work for me. I own a few companies; sit on the board of two public liability companies that are on the Nigerian Stock Exchange, I love to make money. I do business for a living”, she said with the confidence of one who was used to being in control.
At this point, my confidence began to wane regardless of the wine I had taken. All I could mutter was “Really? Oh, that’s nice”.
“So tell me about you”, she said as she crossed her legs with the confidence of a woman with money and power staring intently at me while I melted with her gaze.
There wasn’t much to tell, but before long we began to laugh and chat and play.
“Are you a virgin?” she asked as we were talking. The relaxed air seemed to have vanished at her question.
“Yes, I am. A proud one at that”, I replied with a smile.
“Not many of your colleagues can say same at your age you know”
“So how old are you Vivvy? You look like you are in your early thirties”
She laughed loud and stroked my hands across the table.
“I’m much older than that joor, Mr. Always le nle. I’ll be Forty-one in October. By the way, how did you get that name?”
We talked for hours and time just kept flying by as we talked. We ate a little and gradually got ourselves drunk while we played and teased. She gave me a key to one of the suites and got up. I noticed she was uneasy on her feet and despite my already blurry vision, I managed to hold her steady, grabbed her bag and we both staggered to the room. I laid her on the bed and removed her shoes. She kept murmuring some words all the while that I couldn’t figure out either due to my drunken state or because she wasn’t making sense. Minutes later, she slept off. I sat on the sofa in the room and for the first time fully took in her features.
She had lovely dark hair that strewed across her face which made her all the more desirable. Her black trouser wasn’t too tight, but it enhanced her figure, she had on a collar top which shaped her frontal endowments without exposing anything. Her lips were quite luscious and she looked quite beautiful. She was desirable beyond doubt, but I knew very few men would be able to control such a woman who’d achieved so much. Her friendship would be desirable and could open doors for me, but I wasn’t sure what she was after. I was a virgin and therefore not such a turn on for many women who wanted raw sex. So I guessed, she might not want me for screwing purposes. Gradually, my eyes couldn’t picture her anymore, the alcohol began to take full effect and in no time I was in dreamland with a beautiful girl in my arms and lots of money to throw her way.
I woke up with a start the following morning fresh coffee was in front of me and a hand stroked my hair. I half opened my eyes to be sure if it was the girl in my dreams that was doing the stroking and smiled when I realized it was Vivvy.
“Good morning sleepy head”
“Good morning drunkard” I replied mockingly “Since when have you been up?” my head was pounding as I stirred and tried to get up. I downed the coffee and got up still feeling the hangover from the day before.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face. As I looked into the mirror, there she was staring at me.
“Should I be scared? Or do you plan on eating me?”I asked
She smiled; she turned around and left me staring at her desirable behind
“I plan to eat you, but not now”.
