The Hot Runs Girl

Episode 29

The major general was so satisfied with my services that the hotel did not hesitate in paying me my balance and making me three hundred and fifty thousand naira richer.

The general even collected my phone number and promised to keep in touch with me because of the sweetness of my pu$$¥.

The amount of money these rich men are willing to pay for pu$$¥ baffles me atimes and I wonder what it is in pu$$¥ that entice them that much.

I was becoming a millionaire little by little and I felt so satisfied with myself.

My contacts and connection had grown and I was becoming more popular and comfortable.

My room was excellently furnished and I was contemplating buying my first car.

The major general was still sleeping when I woke up the next morning.

I quietly tiptoed into the bathroom to avoid interrupting his sleep and had my bath.

By the time I came out, he was awake but still lying in bed.

“Goodmorning sir,” I greeted.

“Goodmorning dear,” he replied. “You’re already awake?”

“Yes I am,” I replied. “I have two important lectures this morning.” I lied.

“Walahi you’re very sweet and I would love to have your number. The receptionist will transfer your balance to your account,” he informed.

“080,” I called out to him. “3399450. I’m very grateful sir. Thank you so much sir.”

By then I had fully dressed up so I bade him goodbye and left.

I had barely gotten to my lodge when my phone began to ring and the caller was my mum.

“Hello, mummy goodmorning,” I greeted on picking.

“What is this I’m hearing about you sleeping around in different hotels with different men?” My mum asked shocking me deep to my marrow.

It took me like 10seconds to regain myself and face the question facing me.

“Mummy I can’t understand what you’re talking about,” I replied buying time to think up a better reply.

“What can’t you understand!?!” My mum barked.

“I have never slept outside my room since I came here,” I lied squeezing my face. “Where did you get such information from?”

“It doesn’t matter where I got the information from,” my mum replied back. “Better use your tongue to count your teeth and know what you’re doing to yourself. I’ve told you my own. Whether you agree or deny is your business. The grasshopper burning up in flames foolishly believes that it is producing oil. A grasshopper which allows itself to be killed by the fowl – okpoko, is definitely deaf. Don’t say I didn’t tell you.”

She hung up.

I sat back on my bed ruminating over what my mum just said. “How on earth did she come across such information? I’ve never met any familiar face since I entered this business. Who then fed her all the information?”

I couldn’t tell.

But then my mum didn’t have any evidence or prove to support her claims and who knows, she could just be whining me to know whether I was involved in the business or not.

I had to tighten my game nonetheless to avoid further scandal on my track and also keep an open eye and ear to know who was leaking information to my mum behind my back.

My phone started ringing again for the second time in five minutes.

This time around the caller was no other person than Senator Clifford…