SEX And Survival Episode 5
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Something in me told me that Omalicha and Sugar are not good girls but I didn’t care. All I wanted was someone who can help me and they have offered to help me. Sugar said I can live with them and that they will help me with the acceptance fee . They told me that if I played my game well, I will get enough money to pay for my school fees before the first semester exam sets in.
These girls live a luxurious life unlike some other lii girls I do see.
I packed most of my clothes and and joined them. My mother had asked me how I plan to get money to pay for “University School fees” stressing that university ” abughi anu akwu na ala agba” (She meant that university is not child’s play) but I told her not to worry that God will see me through.
Life in the University was very stressful for me. Attending lectures and all of that. Sometimes, I won’t even hear what the lecturers said because the hall was too large and filled with students. Only those at the front were lucky to hear whatever the lecturer was saying. They don’t write on the board. They only talked and talked.
Omalicha and Sugar never attended lectures. Most of the evenings, they bathe, prepare and leave, returning the next morning. Then when other students are going for classes, they would be sleeping. I have never asked them where they normally go at night and they never cared to tell me. Who knows, maybe they work at a company at night. Whatever work it was, I must say that it fetched them good money to fund their lavish lifestyle.
I saw the way boys and girls enjoyed themselves here and it reminded me of my days during the WAEC and how I was free to welcome John at anytime. Here in the university,everyone was free to do whatever they wanted. I have seen few guys who live with their girlfriends in the same apartment. I thought for a while how it would look like. That means these guys would enjoy all the benefits of a married man. He has a woman to cook for him, clean the house and most importantly, satisfy his sexual urge when eve the snake in between his two legs needs some adventure.
I imagined myself and John living in the same apartment. It would be fun but I don’t think it’s wise living in the same room with a man who is not your husband. I miss John alot. I haven’t heard from him or seen him since I left home but he is always in my heart. Sometimes, I wonder what he was doing each night I feel cold at night. Is he in the arms of another girl. Is he giving my pipe to another girl? Is he making love to another girl? I wish to see him again.
One of those evenings, I was getting ready for night class to read and prepare for the forthcoming test and exams. I have come to like night classes due to the large number of students that turns up for it. I was still getting my books ready when Sugar asked me where I was going. I told her I was going to read inside school.
She told me that if I continue going to lectures and night classes without hustling, I might be doing them for nothing because my school fees, rent and feeding money will not fall from heaven. They reminded me that the house I was living in and the food I ate came from their hustle.
“Go and prepare. You will join us from today. Oge Adiro, nne” Omalicha added and focused on the makeup she was applying on her face.
I thought for a while. It would be a nice idea if I start working to raise my own money too. These girls make big money and live big. It won’t be a bad idea if I join them too. I know for certain that it will affect my academics but I had no choice. If I don’t work, I won’t get money to pay for the said academics. Whatever work it was, if they can do it, then I can do it too.
“Okay, I am ready. I will go with you ” I replied.
“Like this? ” Omalicha asked emphasizing on the dress I was wearing.
“Nne please wear something more appropriate ” Sugar added.
I brought out my bag of clothes and asked them the one they deemed appropriate, bringing out the clothes one by one.
Sugar shook his head, touched my shoulder and told me not to worry that she will give me something to wear. Does it mean all my clothes are rubbish?
She handed over one of her clothes to me and asked me to wear it as time was running out. I put on the clothe and looked at myself in the mirror. It revealed a large part of my breasts and my thighs. I looked very sexy and hot in it but I wondered the kind of work that demanded that kind of dressing.
We set out for that night. The very first time I went out with them to do the same work that gave them all the money they have been spending. We arrived at the hotel, I couldn’t remember the name but it was located somewhere around regina/club street axis in Awka. I saw girls of different categories standing by the road side at that same Club Street. Some of them were almost naked. They waved at every guy passing by. I saw some talking with guys in the car and they later entered the car and the driver took them away to God knows where. I focused on Omalicha and Sugar so that I won’t get lost.
In the hotel, they ordered for 3 bottles of beer and handed one over to me. I told them I don’t drink alcohol and they laughed at me and urged me to take a little since it was my first time. I had to do as I was bid.
“Babe, you gats sit up and shine your eyes. This place no be church. This place na for hustling ” Sugar was the first to speak.
“Nne you are very beautiful and even more beautiful than Sugar and I. You are well endowed. You get the shape, the figure. You backside na fire. Your front huge. So I no see any reason why you no go do well for this hustle ” Omalicha said drinking from her bottle.
I was still confused. The confusion was boldly written on my face as if they were able to read my confused state, Sugar and Omalicha came closer and told me
“Nne, here, we are on our own, our papa no get, our mama no get. Wetin we go do? We go sit down dey look make hunger kill us? No, use what you have to get what you want ”
Sugar touched my laps and slid her hand down my puccyy until her hand rested on it and she told me
“with this thing I’m touching, this your puccyy, you can live big here and get enough money to pay all your fees and send money to your mother” .
“Nne, this thing right here is the gateway ” she added and pressed my puccyy lips together.
“Drink some more” Omalicha whispered to my ears,lifted the beer and I took some more. I was already beginning to feel it coupled with Sugar’s hand down my puccyy. She rubbed it some more and I immediately felt horny.
She used her middle finger to rub the center of my v@gina up and down. I couldn’t tell her to stop because I was kind of high and enjoying it. It quickly reminded me of Johnny. Johnny will rub my puccyy with his fingers and lick it with his tongue till I almost cried out of pleasure.
She stopped and I wished she didn’t stop because I was already wet. She removed her finger, looked at it and licked it thoroughly.
“You will learn a lot from us in this game and you will soon become an expert because you are learning from the best ”
I kept taking the beer until I finished a full bottle. That was the first time in my life that I drank a whole bottle of beer.
I was very tipsy and couldn’t recall most of things that happened that night. I was heavily under the influence of alcohol and very very horny. I had to admit that to myself and I must say that Sugar and Omalicha noticed that.
They took me out from where we seated to another place and before I knew it, different guys were touching me. I wasn’t myself. I heard Sugar telling anyone who touched me a certain amount of money assuring them that I am fresh, juicy and new. I was too high to recall how much the guy who took me in gave Sugar and Omalicha. I concluded that they were speaking for me because I was drunk.
I didn’t know if he paid for the hotel room or not all I could remember was that he took me into the hotel room and I willingly followed him because I was horny and needed some good sex. I didn’t remove my clothes. I didn’t know when he did that but I felt it when his two hands squeezed my breasts. He used his finger to rub and massage my puccyy. I was expecting him to svck me like Johnny did but he didnt. He spread my legs apart and was about to put his rod inside my puccyy. I told him to svck my puccyy that I like it when it’s svcked. I didn’t hear every other thing he said but I think I heard when he said that he doesn’t svck prostitutes. I told him that I’m not a prostitute. I sounded so drunk and I was certain he didn’t believe me. Again, he spread my legs wider and lowered himself into my hot wet puccyy. I have been craving for a pipe since I took that drink coupled with the way Sugar rubbed my puccyy.
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To be Continued
