continuation.. RELATIONSHIT (post 7) The new girl named Purple transferred from Emibex to my college, we became fast friends. Purple is a dark, petite gal who wears thick lenses. She is studious and quiet, albiet not brilliant. We got in the habit of studying together and gradually, we began to exchange visits. On one of our night outs, she talked about us spending the holidays together at her fathers house at Juba Hill. I was wary but I finally agreed to spend some days at her place after much persuasion; and some days at mine, since mum never lets me near her beer parlour in - staying home alone was always boring. The semester went by in a flash and in no time at all, we were through with exams. I had very good grades but my new friend barely scaled through. She had a couple of Fs and she had to remain in school for summer classes so as to retake those courses she failed. *** I went home and got a refreshing surprise when I got home. Alex, my old friend was in the neighbourhood. Two days after I got home, he came visiting and we talked about old times. -------------------------------- I got a call from Purple; Hey. Im in Juba. Came to see my dad and also to rest for a bit, school is so dry I just feel like hanging myself. She talked me into meeting up with her and we decided to meet at a Basha restaurant. On the agreed date, I walked into the restaurant and met purple seated. With her was another young gal, very beautiful and somewhat shy. We exchanged pleasantries and placed our orders. After our meal, Purple picked up the tab and we chatted randomly until she said: Erm, gals. I need to let this out. See ehn, my old man just came into the country last night with a close friend of his. Shy gal: So? What now concern us? Wait bo, lemme land, Purple said, He needs two young, fresh chikalas to keep him company ohh. And I usually sort my friends for him but he said he is tired of the old gals. He needs new ones. Hehehehehe Its like you and your father are mad huh? What of your mum? Are you serious or kidding? I asked.. Im not joking. I usually make enough money from sorting gals for my dad oh. And my mum will never hear of it. BTW, she is not in Salone ATM. Oh! I dont know what to do self. There are no clean chicks I know of again oh. This money must not pass me by. you are really crazy, I swear. That your pot-bellied father that looks like an overfed pig? I teased. Seriously, your dad needs to go deflate his stomach, purple. Hian! Those pictures of him on your phone can give one cataracts. And, this your babe-sorting business self get as eee be oh.. You dont have shame at all, the other girl said.. You gals keep insulting my father oh. But really, he pays well . All the gals I have been sorting for him have never complained. My father may be old and fat but his cash speaks louder than words. Do you girls know anyone I can sort for him? Purple asked.. Yes na, we run ashawo call service business. Why we nor go know gals the other girl said.. Erm, erm, see ehn! I know your dad owns several stuffs and he is a well known business man in Freetown. But, why will an old man like that be sorting for small gals to sleep with? I said all these to Purple since Im pretty sure she dose not know about my past or the fact that I had slept with several men in the past. I had even slept with men older and fatter than her father. I thought all that was in my past. But I was wrong.. ****************************** I finally packed my stuffs and bade my mother farewell. My destination was Milton Margai, Goderich. My intentions, to go prepare for the new semester. My savings account was credited with le 300,000. Thanks to my mother. ***** See, I took a cab, of course, I did not head to Goderich. I asked the taxi guy to drop me at Aberdeen beach. I had sealed a deal with Purple. A deal to ruin my own life. A deal to enrich me with Le 2 million. Purple had promised. Her father is a business mogul, a well known public figure. A 65 year old man who needs the company of two young girls for just 8 days. I am not a naive girl anymore, I just needed to do this business for the last time and head back to school. Clean up my act, read well to pass and prepare to graduate. Those were my plans. Unfortunately, the reins of my own life no longer lies in my palms. I had given it away, long long ago. Purple picked me up at the beach and we barely spoke to each other as we boarded another taxi to her house. When we got to the house, she took me straight to her room and I met another gal, obviously younger than I am but very busty and tall. Purple brought out a wad of cash from her wardrobe and gave each of us le 50,000. She told us to go freshen up and prepare for the arrival of her dad and his guest. Hmmmmmn! That was the last I saw of her. At quarter to 6pm, someone rapped on her door and inquired if we are Purples friends. We replied in the affirmative and he ushered us out of the room. ***** The splendour that met my eyes as we stepped into the living room can not be aptly described except by a 50pixel camera lens. I was stunned beyound words. The young man led us into the inner room and took his leave. Sitting before us were two old men, I did not need any introductions as I had seen one a hundred times in a picture album and the other- His holiness, Bishop O .......... . I had seen this face on the TV on numerous occasions. He was rumoured to have been selected for ...... in the V........n. Oh! But here we were, two old men, and two young girls. This was unbelievable. I played a scene in my mind and saw where the Bishop berated Purples dad for wanting to sleep with young girls. But as I day-dreamed. Purples dad came forward, smiling and greeted us with a near-genuine smile. His holiness did not send us scampering out of the living room with our tails between our legs. No! He smiled too and welcomed us. I was surprised. I almost forgot that I was there to do kolonko business. I just wondered what the Bishop was doing in that room and why he wasnt chasing us away. I woke up from my dreams fast though, as we were again ushered into another room. The Bishop retired into wherever and was never to be seen by us. I was taken into a very large room with a huge bed, a dressing table and a mirror. The other gal was ushered into a separate room. ******* The ordeal began later that night. We were not allowed to take our bags into the room so I could not check the time. The man came in and asked me to strip. I obeyed willingly. Silently thankful that he is old and flabby and wouldnt last for more than 20minute max. Hmmmmmmmn. The next thing I saw was the man stripping too and then: Man: Young girl, have you eaten? Ramatu: Not this evening Sir. But I took lunch before coming. Man: That will do. Now shift closer and raise your legs. ***************** No small talks, no bullishit. He plunged in and went at me like a bull enraged. Okay. I felt I was gonna tear up. Down there was on fire. It could not be his size or width, or even the glaring fact that he had swallowed Viagra. It was something else. And as he rammed, I grew weaker. I couldnt feel anything anymore, not my body or even my heartbeats. I only felt the bulldog tearing me out and hurting me. I cried a lot but every time I try to raise my head up. He had scream : DONT MOVE! ****** Hmmmmmn! I wanted it to be over but then it dawned on me that this is just day one. I had 8 days to spend here. I had earlier switched off my phones on Purples instruction. 40mins later He grunted and poured. It was slimy and hot and HOT. **** It was death. I lay there, trying to stand up and beg for my life. But before I could utter a word, he said: I will be right back, let me attend to your friend. ******* To be continued..
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 17:13:09 +0000
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