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!
File photo of prostitutes hanging out on the
streets 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 boobs and butt, with other parts of my body
leaving much to be imagined, I was all set for the party.
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!
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