Who could have banged the door as such, that felt it would fall off its hinges?.
They broke loose of each other. Theresa now back from her journey, she felt `angry happily’!. What she had just done is what she had longed for but it had only been fingering, at least she was stroked to Pour.
She felt relieved she had Pour almost as if convulsion had struck her, she shook and held him tight, it felt her heart might stop. That was the best pleasure she had had in her life.
But she felt ashamed of herself. What would the hotelier say with the way she had wet the bed with her pee (Pour)?. The floor was also streaming water. She looked at him with disgust, she almost shed tears but that was no time to show emotions, she scampered off the bed to locate her dress`es’ and rapidly started putting them on.
“Who be that na?” Izu said, venom in his voice.
“If you don’t open this door now, I will break it down” the voice shouted from outside. It was different from the hoteliers voice but Izu didn’t know.
“Come guy, wetin dey worry you na, I no pay you?. Abi my time don reach ni?”. He felt really angry, this money grabbing cunt seemed to have thwart his will. He thought about what he should do. He wanted to put on his shirt and opened the door but he suspended the thought.
“Omo, I go give you another money when I come out” and he proceeded to stop her from putting her blouse on. Pant and tight were already back at their positions, covering where they were meant to shield.
“No Izu, stop! Let’s go home.” She said as he drew close to her, hugged her and trying to pull the clips of her bra off.
Bang! Bang!! Bang!!! The door was now shaking as though it would break down any moment.
He left her, this time completely enraged. He was thinking about what he would do to the Sule of a guy once he opened the door. He was about to un-bolt the door but went back to put on his shirt and waited till Theresa was completely dressed, beads of sweat dotted her face, her eyeballs now red. She stood against the wall on the left while Izu opened the door
“If you move, I will blow off your head.” The police officer said.
Izu had taken some steps backwards and halted soon as he heard the instruction. Theresa was still not visible to the policeman as he was still pointing his gun at Izu, standing at the door-step. Fear gripped her, she started shaking and tears dripped down her face.
What will she tell her boss?.
Who will bail her out if the policemen decided they would be taken to the police station?. She thought in regret.
She had told her boss, she was going to church for fellowship and here she was in an hotel room with a boy!.
The policeman looked on as he entered the room, he saw water on the floor and became inquisitive.
“Wey the Ashewo wey you dey f^ck” he asked with smiles starting to take shape on his cheeks.
Izu didn’t reply “shey you no hear word ni, abi you want reach Alausa tomorrow morning?. That one you no go fit bail yourself o, black maria straight to court tomorrow.” The police threatened.
“OC, she no be poro, na my babe she be” he corrected.
“Where she dey, make she come out!”
Theresa came out, bending low and rising pleading with the police “please sir, please sir.” Tears took leisure walks down her cheek.
“Please for what?.” The police drew close to her, he smelt liquor oozing out his mouth and every part of his body. She moved back staggering as he drew close to her.
“Me self go F**K my own,” the police said out of his mind.
Is this man crazy or what? Izu thought. How can he sleep with my gf? That can never be possible. Though he (Izu) could F**K as many girls as he likes but his girlfriend must never be slept with by another guy except him, not to talk of this, miserable looking police who had no sense at all in his head.
Izu gazed outside and saw the other policemen had rounded-up some other s*x workers and the men caught with them. Some men were only in their boxers short. Some ladies were just trying to put on their blouse as they were only in their bra. Many of the s*x workers were showing their true colours, abusing the policemen, acting defiant.
“Oga, come F**K na, I go do bend down select for you” a lady said trying to buy her way out of this money seekers, who just raid anyhow without genuine reason.
It appeared to be a norm, whereas they bail themselves out with their bodies, once the police involved was yielding. It was better like that, than releasing their hard-earned money to these lazy riff-raffs who are disguised in police uniforms.
It appeared to be a norm, whereas they bail themselves out with their bodies, once the police involved was yielding. It was better like that, than releasing their hard-earned money to these lazy riff-raffs who are disguised in police uniforms.
“Me no dey go anywhere, no weyrey go fit move me for here, so make una do sharp sharp, I dey go road” another defiant prostitute said. Chewing gums, blowing balloons out of it `tarh’, it sounded. She stood hands akimbo, shaking fashionably on one leg, her face in different direction (I don’t care style).
Some were just hissing while those who had come with their boyfriends felt ashamed of themselves, – they covered their faces, hiding behind their partners.
“Izu, help me please” from Theresa brought his mind back to the room.
The police had already left his gun beside a corner and was battling to set her on the bed. This man really meant what he said.
“Oga, abeg no try am” Izu pleaded and the policeman left her falling to the ground on her buttocks. He faced Izu, smiling like someone who had just won a lottery jackpot.
“I get money for here, I go give you everything, just allow us go abeg” he pleaded knowing fully well, he couldn’t strike the policeman. You never won against Nigerian police. They always have a way of incriminating you no matter how innocent you are except you are a legal mind or one who knows the law.
“Wey the money?”
He ransacked the 4 pockets at the back of his trousers and brought out 4,300naira on him and handed it over “na him be this sir.”
The policeman collected it and pocketed. “You are now free to go. But wait, who go clean all this smell smell pees for ground?” he asked mockingly.
Theresa looked away from him and ran into Izu’s safety. He looked at the policeman, hissed and they both left the hotel.
Izu thought about the 4,300naira he just handed over to this madman as ‘Egunje’, the money he was given by his parents to buy creates of Goldspot and Limca inside the fridge for sale.
`my own don surely meet me today’ he pitied himself down for the brutality of his father. Not showing any emotion to Theresa who was in a hurry to get home, as she had seen and had enough that day she would never forget in her life.
To Be Continued…..
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