WHORE Of BABYLON (Episode 6)

WHORE Of BABYLON (Episode 6)

I have been trying to reach across to Colossus for a couple of days now, but he keeps busying the line. His name is actually Amobi, but I’d saved his contact with the moniker ‘Colossus’ because he is very well hung – so well hung in fact that there aren’t a lot of bottoms eager to take on his weapon of ass destruction. This he’d confided in me one day as he served his massive dick into my ravenous ass. He’d always appreciated my enthusiasm for sex with him – liked me for it.

And now, the bagger is avoiding my calls – avoiding me!

I turn to Iliana, who is munching away at plantain chips she got from that sour-faced, middle-aged woman that sells miscellaneous items at the entrance of the building. “Do you think he is avoiding me?”

She stops munching for like two seconds, her face turned skyward as though she is thinking of an appropriate answer to give. Then she looks at me and nods her head.

Drama queen!

“But why on earth will he be avoiding my calls?!” I huff in frustration, not really expecting an answer.

Iliana gives me an arch look. “Hello? Remember how you snubbed him at Celebrities?”

I sigh heavily. Of course I remember. And his apparently petty attempt at snubbing me back wouldn’t bother me on a normal day. I’d after all moved on from him. But ever since Iliana sowed the seed of using him to get Sage to pay for how he framed me, I have felt a real need for him to pick my call and at least hear what I have to say. I mean, I have never called anyone this frequently except that one time in Bayelsa when I got a death threat from one bastard in my hotel room and had to call the hell out of the chief I’d gone there to see to come get me out and lodge me someplace else.

“What should I do now?” I turn to Iliana again.

“Simple,” she says, scrunching up the now empty nylon of chips and tossing it in the direction of the bin located by the door. Of course the scant trash doesn’t make it to the bin; it drops mid-flight to the ground. Iliana shrugs at it and continues, “Just wait a little while and call him with my own line.”

I nod. “Like how long?”

“Ten minutes tops.” She is now stretching the entire length of her body on the bed. “He’s a soldier after all. Let’s not forget he’s got a busy life dedicated in service of our country.”

I roll my eyes. In the past, when it came to the service of this country and servicing my booty, my booty trumped Nigeria every time. The yeye soldier is avoiding my calls because I put him in his place. He is lucky I have a good reason to call him. If not, I don’t know what I’d be doing with a guy that only serves dick and water.

“Meanwhile,” Iliana cuts through my thoughts, “a friend of mine will be coming over tomorrow or next.”

Huh? But I just got here. Where would I now go to? I am yelling inside of me. The questions are rolling tumultuously in my head as I weigh the effect of this news.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, her eyes catching the stormy expression on my face.

“Nothing,” I reply coldly.

My head is screaming. Would I now have to sleep on the corridor outside when this visitor comes?

Oh, this is not good.

I think about how I got here, and whose fault it ultimately is, and I cuss silently at Sage. I turn to my phone, prepare to jab at the call button, remember that Colossus is screening my calls and cuss at him too.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, the visitor is female and she is lesbian.” Iliana arches her brow at the quick look of relief that darts across my face before I can turn it away from her detection.

“It’s not like I cared if it was a man sha,” I sniff at her.

She gives a disbelieving scoff in response and starts typing away on her phone.

“Hmm, a lesbian…” I say the words more to myself than to her. “Iliana!”

“Sizikora!” she rejoins.

“Shey you want to have friends in all facets of life, abi?” I ask snidely, an attempt to mask the envy I now feel at the thought of her having another gay friend. “What’s next – I’ll find out next that you have a Bobrisky too as a friend?”

“A Bobrisky? When I have you? That would be too much for one person na.” She starts laughing at her witticism.

“Ehn, oshey! Nice clapback,” I reply as I join her in laughter, while reaching for a pillow to throw at her.

She catches the pillow up and places it under her head. “Anyway, Ife – that’s her name, by the way – is actually a sweet being. I met her at a mall in Lagos when I went there with my maga.”

“Okay o. I have sha always known you were bisexual.” I click my tongue and theatrically turn my head away from the amused expression on her face.

Without saying a word to me, she reaches for my phone and keys in Amobi’s number onto hers from mine. Then she dials the number and hands the phone to me. “Oya take, onye ara. It’s ringing.”

I pucker my lips at her in a patronizing kiss before collecting the phone. I place it against my ear just as the connection is made. Then I coo into the open line, “Hello?”

“Hello.”

At the sound of his deep, raspy baritone, the whore in me leaps into attention at once. I suddenly find myself thinking back to the last time I had sex with him about a week ago, and suddenly dick and water doesn’t seem so unappealing.

Iliana gives me a knowing look, shakes her head and turns away to leave me to my drooling.

“Amobi, it’s Sizikora,” I find myself saying in a singsong voice.

Okay, what’s happening? How come I’m suddenly so horny? The fact that it is this same man I didn’t give the time of day a few days ago doesn’t seem to stanch this sudden rise in hormones.

“Oh, you.” The blandness in his tone jerks me out of my fog of desire.

Hian! This man dey vex true-true o.

“Colo-baby, aren’t you excited to hear from me?” I coo again, marinating the entire sentence with enough coquetry to seduce the Pope.

“I am busy. Is there something you want to say to me? Or do I have to cut this call?” His tone is sharp enough to slice through ice.

All these soldiers sef – such stoic human beings!

“No, don’t cut the call. I’d like us to meet.” The words hastily leave my mouth.

For a few heartbeats, there is no response from the other end.

He is contemplating this request? I ask silently. Chai Sizi, you have suffered.

“Fine. How soon?” he finally says in a clipped tone.

I roll my eyes. Yes, of course, let us pretend your dick isn’t standing with anticipation right now. Aloud I say, “Real soon.”

“This evening?”

“Fine by me.”

“Okay. Make it by 6pm.”

“Okay.”

Upon disconnection, I drop back on the bed and let out a loud cry of annoyance mixed with frustration, emotions I’d been restraining during the phone conversation.

“Just go and put Sage in his place once and for all – even if it means swallowing your pride,” Iliana says, and then with a twinkle in her eye, she adds, “Or swallowing something else.”

She is shaking with laughter as I reach for another pillow.

***

It is fifteen minutes to 6 o’clock and Colossus is nowhere to be found. I’ve been standing at the junction he told me to wait for him at, and right now, as dusk approaches, a lot is churning through my mind, none of it good.

Getting connected to him through the phone has been futile, as the electronic female voice keeps saying his number is not reachable.

Finally heaving a sigh of immense aggravation, I dial his number one more time, with the intention of heading home if I am not able to reach him again. But before I can press the call button, a call comes in.

It is him.

“Where are you na? I’ve been waiting here for over thirty minutes.” My voice is dripping with vexation.

“Sorry dear. I’ll be there in roughly five minutes,” he responds apologetically, his voice breathless like he has been running.

“Please hurry biko. I love having sex and not getting raped,” I say, while casting an umpteenth furtive glance about my surrounding.

He gives a short laugh before ending the call.

I look around the area again and heave a heavy sigh. Not one building is nice looking around here, all of them rickety and dilapidated. The road isn’t tarred and my shoes, which I spent more time to shine than my make-up, looks like that of a miner. There are people moving about in different directions, and as the seconds pass by, they decrease in their numbers.

I sigh heavily, seriously contemplating flagging down a maruwa back to Gariki.

Just then, I see two people walking with hurried steps to where I am standing. One has the gait of my soldier, and the other, a little slimmer and taller doesn’t strike any familiarity bells in my head.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, dear,” Amobi says as they get to me. He gestures to the other man. “I had to pick my friend up from the park before coming.”

Three seconds before he even started speaking, Amobi aka Colossus had already ceased to exist in my mind. His friend had occupied that space totally and completely. I am giving him the once-over and liking what I am seeing – the outline of his well-set jaw, his very clean-cut beards, the sophisticated perfume oozing from his body, the gorgeous body itself, the heavenly face.

Jesus o! Ikpu m o!

I know I am ogling but I can’t help myself as the man stretches his hand to me.

“Hi, I’m Mandy. And you are?”

Oh God, the voice. Like refined honey mixed with skimmed milk poured over grated cheese.

I stretch forth my hand to accept his handshake, trying fervently to remember the question he just asked.

“Sorry, what did you say?” I ask with a small flustered smile, my words coming short like I am having an asthma attack.

“He asked you your name,” Amobi offers with a caustic undertone.

I ignore him and remain focused on his handsome friend. Nothing is going to irritate me in this man’s presence. Not even the thought of Sage.

“Oh, I’m Sizikora,” I say with a gusty laugh, “or Ikem, if you please.”

“You have never told me your native name before, Sizi.” My bothersome soldier won’t just stop and understand when he has been sidelined to the background.

“You never asked,” I reply through clenched teeth.

Vanish into silence, nwokem, I hiss silently.

I notice my hands are still in Mandy’s and make an extra effort to pull them away before I get tempted to throw him to the ground and gobble down his dick here and now.

“Can we be on our way now?” Amobi once again interjects, looking and sounding very exasperated.

“Is your friend coming along?” I turn to ask him, giving him my best smile.

I see the hesitation that flits through his countenance, and then the gradual acceptance of reality before he finally lets out, “Yes, he is. Ngwa, let’s be on our way.”

I spy Mandy staring at me. He has this look of interest in his eyes; if it’s lust or fascination, I have no idea. But within me, I suddenly feel the thrill of a longtime dream of mine possibly getting realized.

My first threesome!

Falling in step between the two men, I smile contentedly and whisper more to myself than to them, “By all means, let’s.”

Written by Delle

 

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  1. ambivalentone
    January 20, 07:29 Reply

    Hian!!! Adélé, forgive Sage na. His villainous role in the midst of all these complimentary roles is just too…villainous.

    Anyway, does Colossus really av that massive dick or is that fiction too?

    • Delle
      January 20, 15:22 Reply

      Ambi o, why do I feel like your u were smirking whilst typing down those words? How am I supposed to know his size of dick?

  2. shuga chocolata
    January 20, 08:13 Reply

    IFE and MANDY
    welcome your grand entrance.

    why do I feel delle is using this pseudonym to state something’s, like Amobi’s massive destruction, and iliana’s bisexuality with Ife?

    just a harmless thought as I vanish into silence.

    • iAmNotAPerv
      January 24, 11:45 Reply

      Thank you o! When Iliana was telling me about it, i dinnor believe but now my eyes have seen.
      Delle, explain yourself. (you can use me sha just make sure i have good sex, e hear?)

    • Mandy
      January 20, 08:24 Reply

      You’ve never had one? When your mates have tay-tay graduated into orgies

      • shuga chocolata
        January 20, 08:46 Reply

        mbok, Nna gist me oooo,
        how do they do it?
        leave orgies for now??

      • Delle
        January 20, 15:25 Reply

        Mandy tufia. You aff spoil finish

  3. Mandy
    January 20, 08:21 Reply

    *swaggering into KD* I’m hot and I know it. ??☺ ???????

  4. Bain
    January 20, 12:02 Reply

    Like a true whore of Babylon…be looked forward to a threesome,instead of trying crucify the mumu sage.

  5. Iliana
    January 20, 16:46 Reply

    I really loved this, iliana and ife I see?

    • iAmNotAPerv
      January 24, 11:47 Reply

      hey there Iliana. Do you want to erm practice for the next episode? 🙂 😉

  6. Jide
    January 20, 22:32 Reply

    I’m here for the roll call. Lowkey waiting to hear Francis’s name.

  7. illuvmua
    January 21, 23:27 Reply

    LMAO…….. Delle just super lovely…… my best ever

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