Godmother

Godmother-Episode 8

On the seventh day, he decided to go to Ikeja. The joint was close to Isheri. Far from where he lived. As usual, he ordered for malt drinks while he observed the activities going on in the bar.

The music of Fela Anikulapo titled ‘Lady’ was playing loudly. He swayed his body gently to the music. A middle-aged man with a grin approached.

‘Welcome, oga,’ the man greeted.

Tope nodded at him.

The man pulled a chair and sat close to him. ‘In case you

need a lady, let me know. I can get you any category you

want.’

Tope instantly became interested.

‘Such as?’

‘We have sweet sixteen, young ladies, matured ladies and

sex mamas.’

Tope grinned. He had virtually had all the categories except sweet sixteen. He hoped she would not be under- aged. ‘Alright, get me sweet

sixteen,’ he said.

The man smiled and went off. A minute later, a girl came to him. She was dark, and – like many other ladies there – wore skimpy clothes.

She could be between seventeen and twenty. Tope nodded.

‘Good evening,’ the girl greeted. ‘Mind if I sit?’

He smiled at her. ‘Please, have your seat,’ he told her.

She sat by his side.

‘What’s your name?’ he asked. He had not been asking others that but he felt like asking this one.

‘Rita,’ she said.

Another Rita, his mind said. She was probably not giving

him her real name. He shrugged.

‘Do you want some drinks?’ he asked.

She shook her head. ‘Business first.’

He smiled at her. He liked that business-mindedness.

‘How much do you charge?’

She gave him different packages and options.

He nodded. So, if I want to take you overnight, how

much?’

She told him. He nodded. He might as well take her home.

‘I’ll take you overnight. What drinks do you want?’

‘Small stout,’ she said.

He grinned and ordered for the drinks.

‘How old are you?’ he asked.

She shook her head. ‘I’m not supposed to get personal with you,’ she answered.

‘I like your English,’ he commented.

‘Thanks.’ She looked at him seriously. ‘Before I follow

you, you will have to pay me half of the money.’

He grinned. ‘That will be no problem.’ He brought out the money and handed it to her.

As if by magic, the man that had first approached him

came to meet the lady. She smiled and counted off some

money to him. He

disappeared again.

Some minutes later, he stood up and she followed him. His

car was an old model Honda Accord. They entered the car and he drove off.

Fifteen minutes later, they were at his mini flat at Ogba.

‘Welcome to my humble place,’ he said.

‘It’s a nice little place,’ she replied.

They might as well take their time, he reasoned. He

switched on the television and played a DVD movie. ‘Do

you want anything?’ he asked.

She shook her head.

‘Come and sit by my side,’ he asked her.

She did as she was told.

‘Am I allowed to be romantic with you?’ he asked.

‘Romantic in what way?’

‘Romantic such as kissing you.’

She smiled and shrugged. ‘You’re free.’

He nodded. His used his left hand to wrap her shoulders.

It was as if she was waiting for that. She snuggled up to him and put her right

hand on his lap.

‘You’re pretty,’ he commented.

She smiled again.

‘Thank you.’

He kissed her. It was a soft kiss, but it soon became deep.

His right hand moved down from the shoulder to her chest. He placed it on her

left b—-t and sq££zed it. He removed her top and red bra. Her b—–s, just as he expected, looked fresh and firm. He caressed them and used his to tongue to play with the n—–s. The n—–s were erect. She moaned to encourage him on.

‘Let’s go inside.’ He took her to the bedroom and switched off the light. His mouth went to her b—–s again. She

unzipped his trousers

and fondled his private organ. It was now solidly hard.

Then he remembered that he had brought her for a purpose and must not allow

passion to carry him away.

‘What style do you want?’ she asked.

‘Doggy,’ he answered.

‘Okay.’ She removed her mini skirt and pantie. Her p—y

was completely wet as she was fully ready for him. She knelt on the bed on all four while he stood and placed her bum close to his d–k.

He tried to enter her from behind and realized that her

p—y was a little bit tight.

‘Wait, let me use lubricant.’ She brought the gel out and rubbed it on her v—-a. The next attempt he made to enter her was easy and smooth. He moved rhythmically while she wiggled and moaned. It must be part of the job. His hands reached for her boobs and he alternated between handling them and holding her waist.

He closed his eyes as he surfed Fantasy Island. He realized that of all the sex he

had been having in the last six days, this was the most enjoyable. He withdrew just before he released and

spilled his semen on her bum.

He then picked his trousers and went to the bathroom/

toilet. From the back pocket, he removed a white handkerchief to complete his unholy act.

Seconds later, she too went to the bathroom to freshen up. He was lying on the bed in his boxer shorts when she returned. She was still Unclad and he could see that she had a great figure. She

came to lie by his side. He suddenly remembered that he

was asked to sleep only once with each of the lady he had picked for the day.

Would doing it the second or more time not portend danger? He was not sure, but it was better he took

precaution. He decided he would

not take on ‘Rita’ again. He would just caress and handle

her.

‘Are you tired already?’ she asked.

He smiled. ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Alright. Let’s do it again, this time slowly.’

‘No. Let me not bother you.’

She seemed surprised. ‘Bother? I’m here so that you can

bother me.’

‘No more sex,’ he said, ‘but I’ll play with you.’

She shrugged. ‘As you like it.’

Just as he said, he did not have further intercourse with her, despite her prodding. When she saw his erection, she smiled.

‘Perhaps you prefer a hand job or a Mouth Gig,’ she suggested.

‘Hand job,’ he muttered.

She removed the gel from her handbag and rubbed it on her palm. She then rubbed his d–k the way she had

learned to do it. He responded with delightful moans. While she worked on his d–k, his hands gleefully fondled her boobs. After some minutes, he came again.

Early the following morning, he paid her the full balance and even added transport fares. She was surprised at his

generosity. Before she

finally left, she gave him her number in case he needed her service again.

After she had gone, Tope called the real Rita. ‘The second test is completed,’ he announced, almost proudly.

To be continued