In Murky Waters – Episode 2

In Murky Waters – Episode 2

© 2018 Kayode Odusanya

Frank tried his best not to look too long at the Fatai Lion’s thick mustache as they discussed. With his bald head, and the mustache, he reminded Frank so much of American TV host, Steve Harvey.

What Fatai Lion really wanted was for people to see how much he had changed. Even though he was a street thug at a point in his life, he had graduated to bigger things, but people still saw him in that light. He was a corporate man now, and was working on going into politics in the nearest future; he knew he needed to clean up his image, and that’s why he had wanted Frank to write his biography.

After showing Frank the page for his Charity organization on Instagram and all the good deeds he had been doing, Frank was shocked. Not only because of the level of charity the man carried out on a weekly basis, but because he hadn’t put his face behind the foundation; he had in fact allowed another man get popular being the figure head of the foundation. But he was the real financial muscle behind the whole thing. Frank thought it spoke highly of him to be able to do something like that, and he suddenly saw the man differently.

Frank went on to advise Fatai Lion to not go the biography way, but instead, go the social media way. He felt writing periodical sponsored posts on Linda Ikeji’s blog and Nairaland about his good works would do more work on the psyche of the Nigerian youth. The man saw a lot of sense in that strategy, and they also agreed that apart from the activities of his charity organization, he would also start giving Lagos youths grants every month. They agreed on picking one youth from each of the 20 local governments in the state every month from now on. He had suggested hundred thousand each, thinking the man would object, but the man said he would prefer if each youth got two hundred thousand instead. “That would definitely be more than enough to set up a small poultry business, or an online business.” Frank said with a smile, really happy how the whole night had turned out.

……….

When the business talk ended, and the place got a bit quite, with just music feeling the air, the man received a call, and few minutes later, four ladies walked into the place. They were dressed seductively and they headed straight to their table. Two of them sat next to Fatai Lion and Frank’s agent; one by either man’s side. The other two sat next to Frank’s ; flaking him on both sides.

“Frank. That’s Angela on your left, and that’s Susan to your right. Pick one for the night.” The man said with a wide smile on his face. Frank’s mind went straight to the girl he had in his room, and he started thinking of how to decline the offer. When he was silent for too long, Fatai Lion went on to say, “Or you could take the both of them.” The two girls smiled, looking very willing to please him.

“Umm!” Frank started to say and stopped to clear his throat before turning to his right and saying, “I think I was will go with Susan.” She was the only one that had caught his eye when they walked in; tall and thick, wearing a black bodycon gown.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take the two of them?” Fatai said.

“I no get that kine power o.” He said in a low voice and they all burst out laughing.

………

After exchanging numbers with Fatai Lion, and agreeing on when next they would be meeting, he shook the man goodbye and walked out of the place with Susan on his arm. She was almost as tall as Frank; very sharply, with humongous melons.

The guards at the gate hailed him as he walked out, and he would have tipped them something, but a girl on the other side of the road caught his eye. She was dark skinned, had long braids and was wearing a half buttoned up white long sleeve shirt with jeans. Something just seemed really mysterious about her. She had been making a call but quickly ended it and slowly crossed the road. “Hello.” She said with a soft voice and smiled at the girl on Frank’s arm, waving her over. The girl excused herself and Frank kept walking to towards his car. He pressed the key fob and his Silver colored Toyota Avalon’s headlights blinked twice as the car was unlocked. His mind was calculating as he got into the car, wondering whether to take this girl over to his hotel room for a ménage à trois with the girl he already had there, or take her to another hotel.

He was still thinking when the dark skinned girl with braids got in the car and said, “Hi.” Frank looked at her, dumbfounded. “Don’t worry; I am a lot better than Susan in bed.” She said, with her hand on Frank’s lap, rubbing it slowly. “My name is Kikelomo, but you can call me Kiki.” Her hands hand gone to his groin area now, rubbing his bulge. He was in a state of confusion. Not only was it weird that she had come from nowhere, she also had a British accent, and it just felt out of place that a hooker would have a foreign accent. Maybe she was the type that got paid 200k a night or something, he thought. She giggled and retrieved her hand from his lap as she fastened her seat belt. “Let’s go. It’s going to be fun.”

He looked at her for a second longer, and without saying anything, he started up the car and backed out into the road. He fastened his seat belt, looked at her one last time before driving off.

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He was on top her, going back and forth as he watched her make pleasure faces with her eyes closed. Frank felt like he was making love and not having sex with just a random girl; the chemistry felt so good to be true. It didn’t seem like they had just met a few hours ago. And it sure didn’t feel like she was a call girl. During their discussion on the way to the hotel, he heard learnt a lot about her that shocked him. But the one that melted his heart was the fact that she was actually a fan of his works. She had listed all his books, and even talked about characters he had forgotten about. For a writer that was past his prime, he felt joy meeting someone that cared so much about his works.

She had told him was more or less a love-vendor for Fatai Lion, but she had started out as a high class call girl herself, and sometimes still renders such services when the person in question was high profile; like a visiting foreign musician, a senator, a serving governor, or a writer she had a crush on. She had been the one that got the girl’s for Fatai Lion that night, and it wasn’t hard for her to ask Susan to step aside for her, since she was still going to get paid regardless.

They had switched position a few times, but they were back with what they had started with; missionary. Her braids were all over the place like the snakes on medusa’s head. Her soft moans were music to his ears. The way she held on to him like her life depended on it made him feel ecstatic. His weight was cushioned by her soft big breasts as he went back and forth.

When he finally came, she held on tightly to him like he was her big teddy bear, and they stayed in that position for a couple of seconds, before Frank rolled over in bed. Sex had always been like the best form of meditation and stress reliever for him, and this session was one of the best he had had in years.

He lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, and she moved over to be in his arms; he had one arm behind his head and the other wrapped around her. She had a smile on her face as she ran her hand through his chest hairs. “When will you be ready to go again?” She asked and he had a quizzical look on his face. “I’m just kidding,” She said with a sexy laugh. The way she talked, the way she laughed, the way she moved; everything about her was blowing his mind away. He hadn’t felt this way with anyone since he first met his ex wife.

She wasn’t superfluously beautiful, but she had a beautiful soul for sure. The way she smiled and showed her perfect set of white teeth made her chocolate complexion look so gracious. He wondered how she managed to have such a great personality in her line of business. “What are you thinking about?” She asked without opening her eyes. When he didn’t say anything, she started rubbing his chest again.

“I want to ask a question.” He finally said.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Umm! I don’t know how to phrase it.”

“Coming from a writer, that’s weird.” She said and he laughed lightly.

“How did you end up doing this? I mean, you sound really intelligent and all.” He said and when she didn’t respond after a while, he went on to add, “I hope you are not offended by my question?”

“No. No I’m not.” She said and opened her eyes to look up at him. The signature smiley face was no longer there. Instead, she had on an expressionless look; like she was going down memory lane. “I lived in an orphanage in Ibadan till I was adopted by a young couple when I was 14. They took me to UK the following year, and we lived there as a family for many years.” She was smiling now, as if recalling some happy memories. And then the smile slowly disappeared. “My adopted mother died from a car crash a few months after my 18th birthday, and everything changed.”

“Okay.” Frank said, urging her on.

“My adopted dad was a mess after that. He was always in bed and I took care of most of the things around the house.” She stopped and closed her eyes again. “Then one night, I took food to him in bed, and he bust out crying again. I held him and he rested his head on my bosom. I…” She was saying then stopped to smile, as if trying to mask the pain she was feeling from having to recall the memory. “Even at 18, I was still very naïve. I didn’t understand a man could find me sexually attractive, not to talk of the man I called father.” A tear rolled down her eyes as she continued with, “At first, I froze in shock as he reached under by tank top and fondled my b**bs. But then I snapped out of the shock and fought him off, but he overpowered me, and he took my virginity.” The room got quiet after that. Frank didn’t know what to say, so he just held her tighter. “It continued for many nights, and I still don’t know why I didn’t report him. I guess because I had lived in an orphanage all my life before they came for me, I didn’t want to have to live with strangers again.” She wiped her tears and sat up in bed, he did the same. “A few days after I turned twenty-one, I stole his money, bought a ticket and traveled back to Nigeria.”

“How many years ago was that?”Frank asked.

She looked up at the ceiling as if doing a mental calculation before saying, “Four years ago.” She pulled the pillow from behind her and used it to cover her Unclad body. “Of course I ran through the money quickly, and I didn’t have any work experience or any family to run to.” She said and laughed lightly. “I was broke and didn’t know what to do next. One day, I decided to go to the mall and window-shop and I met this guy who said he would like to buy me a drink. I was hopeless at the time, and he seemed like a pretty nice guy, so I accepted his offer. By the end of the night, we were having sex. And the next morning, while I was leaving, he gave me fifty thousand Naira.”

“Hmm!”

“Yes. I was shocked too. And…” She was saying then stopped when she saw the look on his face. “You don’t fancy me anymore, right?” She said with a laugh.

“No. Not that. I just find the story quite fascinating.”

She looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds before saying, “Well, that’s the genesis of my story. That’s kind of how I got here.”

To be continued

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