Diary Of A Lekki Houseboy

Episode 7

“Piiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”, the
Inverter at home sounded, UP NEPA I said as I ran
to get a Polo Ralph’s shirt (Still dashing oh) and
some camouflage chinos to iron, it was 7pm and
from the look of things, everyone was getting ready
to go out. While I was pressing, esther gave me a
straight skirt to iron for her, with a cute smile, I
collected asap, ironed it twice and headed to her
room.

Getting to her room, I heard the shower running, I
thought of hiding in the wardrobe to watch a new
movie , but looking on the bed, I saw a thong and
a brassiere. Chai! “This bra too small for this girl
nah” was all I thought, as I was once again sexually
excited. In this moment, I heard the shower
reducing, Jack Sparrow whispered into my ear
” Cut!!!!!.

Just like the speed of light, I ran outside with the
skirt in my hands, and Jack Sparrow whispered Re-
run, Action!!. Like some innocent nigga, I burst
into the room with the the skirt (like everyone at
home knew I don’t knock ), and behold!

There she was, picking up her towel in speed to cover
herself, but damn my eyes were faster than her
speed , and the towel was phucking too
short!!!!!!!!!
“How many times have I told you to knock before
entering? Ehhhh?” She asked with her weak sick-
ish voice, still trying to balance the position of the
towel.
“Skk.. Sk.. Skirt”, was all I said. Funny how I only
stammer when I stand in front of cute creations.

She collected the skirt and gave me a killer red eye
that had “Get The Phuck Out Of Here, but I Like
your style” written all over it.

Mind you, I felt this girl was a big girl, not my class,
so I wasn’t interested in flirting with her, all I
wanted to see was her unclothedness, someone
said I was a pervet few days ago tho.

Heading back to the room to wear my clothes,
thoughts of Esther’s unclothedness engulfed me.

She had some “C” cupped b.o.obs (Trust me, iont
know what C-Cup means but this was my mind at
work ), which I was fortunate enough to see
because of the towel. Laying on my bed, I started
creating an imagination of how she was gonna
shave her pubis.

Na “V” shape, “I” shape or “?” shape? Abi she go
just leave am like chinese Indecency stars?.

At this
point, I was super Hot, but I couldn’t self-service.

Why? Because some OP on nairaland said self-
servicing twice a day is unhealthy. (Make I nor
catch that guy ohhhhhh )
“Oboy! Where the babe nah?”, I asked Asamoah
codedly with my hands as the woofer of the Honda
Element was raving some vibrations on my body.

“Charlie cool down”, he answered with a mocked
sincerity.

We were on our way to the party,Joyce, Esther and
Abigail were preparing to go for a show at Eko
Hotel and Suites when we left in Asamoah’s car.

Joyce was still not herself,always trying to
eavesdrop on me,monitoring my movements as she
was curious of what I think of her now. I just had
this feeling that she knew I wouldn’t tell my jew of
a uncle.

But for the first time in history, I felt staying out the
house till 3am wouldn’t attract punishments.
*power of blackmail *
Asamoah drove into Ikota Shopping complex to get
some booze for the party, leaving me and faith (who
was busy tweeting and laughing her a$$ out) in the
car. I looked at her via the rear mirror as the phone
backlight shone on her face. Damn she was
beautiful, adorned in a black dress,just a little
space between her neck and her packaged b.o.o.bs.
“Nice b0s0ms” I mentioned her on twitter via
writelonger, she laughed looking at me. My head
was spinning!!!!!!!
“Ode! Shy shy baby :p” was all I got as the reply via
twitter. (Omo, she no vex ohhhh! )
I looked back and told her I was not a baby, she
laughed and dared me to look her in the eyes and
tell her what I tweeted in a honest way, since I was
naughty on twitter and shy in reality.

Was about gathering courage to say this when
Asamoah opened the boot, kept something in it and
off we went to the party. Like seriously? Why
nowwww? (Rihana stole this words 1year later to
sing a song sha )
“I owe you a compliment “, I DMed her.