Chapter 4
He was on t0p her, g0ing back and forth as he watched her make pleasure faces with her eyes closed. Frank felt like he was making love and not having seex 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 pimp 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 p0sition a few times, but they were back with what they had started with; missi0nary. Her braids were all over the place like the snakes on medusa’s head. Her soft mo@ns 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 s0ft big bre@sts 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. S#x 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 s€xy 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 s£xually 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 b00bs. But then I snapped out of the shock and fought him off, but he overpowered me, and he took my vi1rginity.” 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 n@ked 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 s£x. 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.”
