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Episode 20

I got to the brothel around 7.19pm and everywhere was already dark, sake for the red and blue lights that illuminated the whole environ giving it the usual brothelic view.

The prostitutes were already up for business and guys were everywhere as usual.

I went into the complex and quickly scanned through the ladies flaunting their endowments with reckless abandon.

One had her bumshot so low that the cleft and cheek of her buttocks were clearly visible.

Another wore something like net that looked like gown with nothing-else underneath and her bare b00bs and bushy triangle were obvious.

Another wore something that looked like a stripper in a strip club.

Yet another was almost entirely naked with just a strip of cloth covering her n—-e and pu$$y area. That one already had a guy pricing her and the deal seemed to be working out.

I continued to scan for a sharp and beautiful one to fk.

The fact that they were ashis never meant I was going to fk an ugly one.

Infact the joy of fking an ashi gets magnified when the ashi is beautiful and well endowed.

So I continued to scan.

At long last my eyes caught one. She was of average height, good-looking and with big nyash and b00bs.

I approached her shapaly as I knew fully well that if I wasted time, some other guy will single her out quickly.

We didn’t haggle much.

She said her price was 1k and I didn’t argue. She was worth the price.

We went in and I pulled my clothes. My d!ck was at full erection by the time I was done pulling my clothes.

The ashi just lay on the bed and spread her legs wide for me. I lay on top of her, inbetween her legs and entered her. I wore c0nd0m and the lubricant on the c0nd0m helped make penetration easy.

Fking ashi doesn’t waste time and within 3minutes I was ejaculating my load into the strong studded c0nd0m.

I climbed down immediately after my ejaculation and wore back my cloth and left the room.

I came outside and found the entire environment in chaos.

“Police!” One guy shouted and quickly scaled the fence nearest to him. The word “police” scared me to the marrow and I stood rooted to that particular spot unable to move.

In a twinkle of an eye, all the ashis vamoosed into their various unseen hideouts.

The unlucky ones were caught by the police and pushed into their hilux van.

“If you move I shoot!” one fierce-looking officer bawled pointing his gun at me. In the confusion I didn’t know where to run to.

I was handcuffed and pushed into the hilux van in the midst of the prostitutes.

The other guys had all fled when they sighted the police and the ones who were still inside with prostitutes remained there.

I sat in the van scared and confused as I remembered that I was to travel the next day.

Once again, I was in deep shit


The hilux van drove off at top speed and once again I was in deep shit.

My travel the next day was in big jeopardy and late arrival to the military school meant I could be starting my military training with punishment.

My heart skipped several beats as I struggled to maintain a regular breath rhythm.

The policemen drove us to the station and ordered all of us to come down.

They ordered the prostitutes to stand by the left and commanded me to stand by the right.

Then they marched the girls into one small room with little furniture where they most likely were going to fk the living hell out of their pu$$ie$.

I was ordered to march into the station and sit behind the counter.

“Abeg my papa na military o,” I shouted at the officer dragging me into the station. ” My father is military,” I repeated in english.

“John abeg come o,” the officer called out to a colleague who drew nearer. “Dis one tok say im papa na military,” he informed the dude.

“Military?” The officer echoed. “Wetin army pikin com dey find for ashi joint?” He asked rhetorically.

“Oya call ur papa 4 phone shapaly make we follow am yarn,” they commanded.

I brought out my phone and dialled General Obianodo’s number. Luckily for me the call went through.

“Sir please I’m in police custody,” I informed as soon as he picked.

“Police custody?” The General echoed with surprise. “How come? When? Where? How? When? Where?” The man asked all at the same time. “Please give the phone to the officer there let me speak with him,” he instructed.

I handed the phone to the officer standing next to me and within 20seconds all I was hearing from the officer was “yes sir, ok sir, I hear u sir, I will do that sir, I’m sorry sir, I’ve heard u sir, it won’t happen again sir, we never knew sir, sorry sir” and so on and so forth.

I was a free man even before the officer ended the call.

“Abeg carry ur wahala dey go,” they said to me handing my phone back to me



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