“I know wha’ you did last night babe. I saw you and I was like ‘Devil! She hooked another good one’.” We were sitting in our room and reliving the events of the previous night. Thilda was on the top bunk and her eyes were huge with feigned shock and envy, as she relates the story of Mr. Macho to the other girls. The rest of us were on the floor rolling around with laughter.
“Leave my Mr. Macho alone joor. If I had not moved fast you’d probably have left chimp and made a play for him yaself. Don’t hate the playa, hate the game, playa!” I stood up and went and smacked her on the head playfully.
We all burst into laughter again.
Thilda’s date had spared her a long night’s work. According to her, chimp had fallen asleep as soon as they had the first round of sex. He had been very generous however as she made a cool one hundred thousand for her efforts. On the other hand, Ireti’s man was a bull. He had ridden her most of the night, putting her through a wringer. She even confessed to being raw under; it wasn’t funny but we all laughed hard. Omoh’s man, a wiry man with a tinge of grayness in his hair had asked her for blow jobs –Five times before dawn. My humble self on my part had taken talker to heaven and back. Judging by his screams, he’d surely have preferred to stay in heaven.
All-in-all, it had been a very good haul. There was almost half a million between us in that room that morning. But, the money wasn’t the main topic of discussion. Not even the sex detail…Mr. Macho was what was on the front burner.
“He was hot sha. Very hot…turned heads in the bar. But, surprisingly he didn’t stay long before leaving,” Thilda continued. How she spotted when he left I couldn’t put a finger on. But, now it was clear she had more than the usual interest. I had not even noticed when he left. “Dude fine die and he looked very much like Dobi Loo in that band the Eskimos.”
Click! No wonder!
“That is the Dobi Loo, the trumpeter?!” Shrieked Ireti.
“Looks like to me,” Thilda replied.
“That, my friend is a fucking big fish,” Omoh quipped.
Yes! It is….my luck. But, the prob is: Will he even bother to call?
Exam was coming up. But my mind was not occupied with that. I always had good grades anyway, not because I do anything other than study and all that. Nothing above or below the table…pun intended.
My mind was crowded out with thoughts of Mr. Macho. I had expected he was going to call back the very next day after we met. But, yesterday had gone by and he hadn’t called. So, I was seated under a shade in the corner between the school library and the classrooms flipping through my TL and trying to figure out what all my tweeps would be like in real life.
You do play that game don’t you?
I pass away time trying to figure out a mental image for all my followers and those I am following. It is funny the mental image I build for some people…and funnier how it turns out when you do meet them and they turn out to be entirely different from that mental picture. I have been often right though.
Just like when I sit at a corner of the store, airport or hotel lounges, I have been pretty good at building a profile for people I have never met in life. It is uncanny sometimes, but it is really a good weapon for me. Especially, where the men are concerned.
“Anu…” I lifted my eyes and found Thilda standing there with Ireti. I smiled, stood and gave Ireti a hug. She was warm and we held on for a touch longer.
“Okay, you girls break it up. Urghhhhh!”
We laughed and they sat beside me under the shade. I had not heard them approach. It was obvious something was up, Thilda was bubbling with energy and she only gets that way when there is a set or kill.
“Wassap? Anyfin for floor?”
“Hehe…ofcos. We have a party for this evening. It is an exclusive party. Omoh has been briefed. Ireti here needs to know if you need anything extra,” Thilda was going through her bag as she spoke, “Here you go,” she handed me a card. It was designed in black and white. An invitation to an exclusive party at a Luxury Hotel, somewhere in an Island called Ilashe. I flipped the card over. Other than the venue, nothing else was printed on it.
Where on earth is Ilashe?
My mind was racing, these are the kind of parties that have exotic and bad written all over them. All kinds of kinky stuff are bound to go down. I looked over at Ireti and Thilda trying to gauge from their faces any hint of hesitation or wariness. There was none; rather their faces had a too-familiar sheen of girls baying for some action. I have seen the look to many times not to recognize it as the set to play mode.
“You girls sure about this?”
“Are you a chicken? This is not the first time now,” Thilda snapped back at me. She dove into her bag again and took out her phone. She pressed a speed dial button, “we are in. We would be there,” she said to the person on the other end and terminated the call immediately. When she returned her phone to her pocket, she gave me one of her angelic smiles.
There was really nothing else to do, so I gave Ireti my order for clothes and accessories, including some other necessities.
Exam reading can wait. Right now, there was a party to be ready for. I looked over at the card again. It was really very well done. Fun beckoned with every letter printed on the black background.
I stuffed the card into my bag as we left for our apartment. The girls will be out on the night again.
I just hoped I don’t run into Mr. Macho there at the party, like I did two days ago.