The Hot Runs Girl

Episode 35

Senator clifford picked my call on the second dial.

“Hello,” he replied on picking.

“Hello good day sir,” I began. “Hope everything is going fine?”

“Call me back I’m in a very important meeting,” he replied and dropped the call.

The senator’s behaviour annoyed me but there was nothing I could do about it.

Then I remembered the contacts I gathered on the day of his birthday and smiled to myself.

Since senator clifford was busy, I rightly guessed that the senate president and his deputy would be busy too so I started with the commissioner of police.

The man was so happy to hear my voice and asked me to meet him that evening in his personal guest house.

Since business refused to come to me, I had to go for business afterall the fact that mountain refused to come to Muhammed doesn’t mean muhammed can’t go to mountain.

The only fear I had was that of std but I didn’t know what to do. The pleasure of money had overtaken me and I couldn’t think of stopping.

If my clients were small boys it would have been a different case.

But for made men to pay you huge amount of money and you start talking about c0nd0m was out of place as long as business was concerned.

Everything was cash and carry. Your client pays you and you give it to him anyhow he wants it.

Risky but rewarding.

When I first set out into the business, my major fear and precaution was against unwanted pregnancy which I took care of with regular pills.

The thought of std never crossed my mind till I had those itch. Maybe my babalawo could help – you never can tell. But I first had to honour the commissioner’s invitation first.

That evening I met the commissioner in his guest house as planned and he gave me a very warm reception. Then as night came he took me upstairs into his bedroom and f.u.c.k.e.d me in and out – front and back – up and down – and back and forth.

The next morning he wrote a cheque of three hundred and fifty thousand naira and gave it to me.

“The driver will drop you at the park,” he said smiling.

“Alright no problem,” I replied and left.

As we drove, the driver told me lots of stories about the commissioner. How he slept with so many young girls of my age and how he always lied to his wife about meetings he never really attended.

I just kept silent listening to him.

When we got to the park, he dropped me off and drove back.

I didn’t go to the commissioner’s place with my jeep as I didn’t want to give him the impression that I was rich.

I flagged down a taxi and drove straight to the bank to cash the cheque as i didn’t want to take any chances.

My birthday was forthcoming and I needed to draw out avenues to make money.

But first I needed to see babalawo urgently to know if there was anyway he could help me protect myself spiritually from stds…