Chapter sixteen

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Korede

Anjola was so stupid for going out with Tobi and I still stood with my opinion, who goes out with a stranger? But I wasn't proud of what I said to her and I regretted it immediately she turned her back and walked away. She had gone through a lot and all I did was turn my back on her.

I entered my car and drove like a ghost through the roads of Abeokuta to Stone house to have some drinks. It was about two o'clock and the sun was at his highest and I regretted again for the millionth time that I took a car without air conditioning.

I considered getting a girl to come with me but for the first time in my life, I wasn't in the mood for girls or sex. I had to find something to do about this weird burning sensation I get when I saw her. I felt the need to get her approval and I staged all this for her.

I didn't get what I problem was anyway, why couldn't she be more like Leila? She thought of her beautiful long legs and her soft flavored lips filled my mind. I'll be giving her another call soon. She was like a television; you press the button when you're ready to watch and when you're done, you switch it off and leave it on the shelf for next time.

I stopped by the turn just before stone to get some roasted corn. I preferred it roasted to boiled and the one she was preparing looked very attractive in a nice blend of orange and black. I collected the corn and paid her two hundred Naira. "Ema worry." I told her as she stretched a crumpled hundred naira to me. She was old and had a naked little boy beside her; she definitely needed the money more than I did.

The state of money in Nigeria these days.

I wonder if Anjola likes roasted corn, she didn't seem like the girls that pretend.

Why do I keep thinking about her?

God

I drove into stone and I found out from the security guard that an invite only party was happening in there but since the six foot five, two hundred pounds bouncer knew me, he allowed me in.

The place was packed already for a strict party. The music was deafening as usual and the strobe lights made the club goers faces it's dance floor and alcohol graced the table; typical club atmosphere.

I went straight to the bar to get some shots, my body was already thirsty for some nice tequila and stone house had the best.

"Two shots, jut write down everything I take." I instructed the bar man. They had a stupid habit of informing you about the bill each time you take a glass.

"The drinks are on the house man." I hated taking free alcohol; it made me feel like less of a man but I didn't have much of a choice so I downed the first shot. It shot straight down my back and set my brain to factory reset mode.

"Hey let's give it up for prince Segun, the nigga of today, drink as much as you want." A guy came up after they killed the music and introduced the celebrant. His speech slurred from drinking alcohol.

I thought about the name as I gulped the next shot. I knew prince Segun. He was Tobi's friend but we were Gees too. I took the third shot and walk over to the VIP section, ignoring a girl in red underwear that tried to hit on me.

"Tell price Segun that it's Korede from king's high, he'll understand." I told the bouncer guarding the entrance of the area. He came back few minutes later and gestured for me to enter.

Girls with big boobs surrounded the place but I wasn't in the least bit attracted to them.

A large green sofa graced the area along with a golden table filled with alcohol. Coincidentally, sofa by kiss Daniel was playing.

Segun walked up to me and greeted me with a hug. "Koko, small boy hawayu." He said as he pinched my cheeks. He was a bit drunk but still had some signs of soberness. He was my senior but one of those cool ones. He helped me from turning gay when the school went haywire with boys having sex.

"Good evening sir." I said and we laughed again. He picked a red cup and handed it to me as we sat down on the green sofa. The song switched from sofa to penalty and the club goers yelled in familiarity.

"Pick one babe na. I paid for them to take care of us this night man, don dull yourself now." He said as he took another gulp of his drink. A girl in leopard skin lingerie came and sat on his leg with her legs open.

Reminded me of Leila.

Olosho free.

"I don't do prostitutes." I said firmly. I tried to slow down the drinking but my hand did the complete opposite of what my brain was saying.

"So you finally turned gay despite my hard work." He said and laughed loudly. The girl pushed her chest on his face and he buried his face in it. "Just... just... guy now take one, hey Madam Jezebel, get him the best out of your girls." He said to a woman in a sparkling outfit.

"Hey baby." A fair skinned girl in a mask came and kissed me on the neck.

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Anjola

Korede just did more than humiliating me just when I thought he actually had a heart or that he thought of somebody other than himself.

He threw my problems at me and ridiculed me with what I confided in him with. I did not even tell any other person, just korede. He turned out to be a disgusting bastard after all.

Tears ran down my eyes as I walked out of the school. I didn't have the strength to attend another class. I was tired both physically and mentally. I felt emotionally naked and it dawned on me that I confided in the wrong person. What would have happened if I told him I was actually raped? That my dearest daddy forcefully pushed his manhood through me from behind.

The memories flooded back and I suddenly felt cold and disgusted from inside, I had the urge to throw up.

His scaly black hands touching me and his genitals that reeked like the soak away of a face to face house.

He was right though, they were all right. I was useless and I had no worth. I was simply nothing and that gave them all the right to walk all over me like the cheap rug I am.

I felt empty on the inside and I had to clear my head a bit and think of the next step because all I had was the last shred of dignity I clung to hopelessly.

"Onikolobo." I called a taxi that had an inscription 'Hope should never be lost.' on the bonnet. Better shut the fuck up taxi.

I was about calling another one to Dipo's house when my phone rang. "Madame Jezebel good afternoon." I greeted the pimp that got us jobs with a shaky voice. I struggled to keep my voice balanced and professional.

"Angie, mama special job dey o for stone today. Shey you fit make am?" She said in Pidgin English. She never spoke Yoruba or good English or any other language.

Honestly I wasn't sure if I could spread my legs for another man or probably men at this moment but I needed all the extra funds I could get to save enough to pay for an apartment.

"Okay I'll be there. Money nko?" I asked. It's time we start calling a spade a spade. I'm a slut, a floozy an ashawo and my job is to spread my legs for money.

"Den be rich yankee guys' aswear, den go pay."

"Okay then. I'm on my way."

I jumped on a bike to stone and I actually had a bad feeling about this job but I needed money and that was all was on my mind.

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I was sipping a martini when Jezebel told me that a special guest was going to need my services. I placed two flex condoms in my green bra and adjusted my panties. We also wore masks; we always did for special jobs.

I walked over and sat down on the laps of the guy I was directed to. "Hey baby." I said as I kissed his neck.

Wait

You

Oh my goodness.

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Hello helllloooo hellllllloooooo!!! How are you guys enjoying the holidays? This is my holiday gift to you guys so you can now start blessing me with plenty meat.

So? What's gonna happen? Who knows? Yes I know. *evil face* but you don't hahahahahahahaha.

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