S*X AND SURVIVAL
Episode 2
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 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 b*****s 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 n***d. 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 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 s*x. I didn’t remove my clothes. I didn’t know when he did that but I felt it when his two hands squeezed my b*****s. 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.
This guy knew how to fvrck. He had strength and didn’t relent with the way he was touching every part of my puccyy with his strong pipe. I appreciated him by wrapping my legs around his waist. I gave him the sweetest moans. I don’t know if they were actually sweet moans or alcohol induced soundtracks. I still recalled calling him Johnny my sweetheart, telling him that I love him forever and that he always know how to do it. While I was telling him all these things, I didn’t listen to hear what he was saying. That is if he ever said a word. He was busy searching the hidden parts of my puccyy with his pipe as he rotated it in different directions scratching my puccyy deeply. I circled my hands around his neck while my legs still wrapped up in his waist to enable the pipe go in completely. As I circled his neck, his head pulled downwards and landed on my two huge b*****s. He pulled one of my n*****s with his lips and I exclaimed in ecstasy. He svcked on it so hard while the other hand pressed the other b****t. This action stopped his thrusts but his pipe was deeply buried in my puccyy. My whole body was on fire, I pulled his face forward and kissed him like I was hungry. I kissed him like I was kissing johnny. He started moving his hips slowly again. I swear, this guys fvrcked me so well the way that I wanted it because it has been long I last had someone jam his pipe into my puccyy.
I willingly turned and positioned myself for d***y so he can give it to me from the back. The worst part of my being drunk was I didn’t know if the condom was still intact or not. If he even took it off, I wouldn’t have known. This young man was still giving it to me from behind when I heard an angry voice at the door accompanied by nonstop bang. I recognized that voice. It was Sugar. She was so bitter.
“You wan build house on top that girl? How much you pay? ”
He was at the point of of cumming when that happened and I saw the joy in him after he released. I wondered how he would have felt like if he didn’t cùm.
He wore his clothes, opened the door bounced off. Sugar made straight to me and started shouting at me.
“So you allow this man dey fvrck you for hours for free. Why? You allow am dey hammer you for free. I am disappointed in you. You no know how much he pay? Highest na 15 minutes you go give am and then you look for another customer ”
She feigned anger but later calmed down because she knew I was not myself that night but after that guy fvrcked me, the alcohol was almost clear from my eyes.
Sugar told me to go and freshen up in the bathroom there. After that, I felt better. We came outside and almost as I was stepping out, another guy asked me my price. I looked at him with disgust. My puccyy is paining me. This guy I didn’t know almost disfigured my puccyy because I was drunk. I didn’t even know when I went in there with him.
“Go ask your sister how much be her price” I replied him while still feeling the pain in my puccyy. I needed some pain killers.
Sugar changed it for me at once and asked me if this is how I will make it in the hustle. I stood still when she told me she had been with four different men that night and will still do more than five again before morning. I looked around for Omalicha but she was not there. I needed no one to tell me at that point that she was in one of the hotel rooms attending to a man.
I looked at her and wondered how possible it was that she had slept with five different men already and still had enough energy to do more men. It was then I realized how true it was the saying that “onweghi uzo esi akpata ego Di easy ” (no easy way to make money) If na olosho you wan do, your toto go suffer.
I tried to wake up the next morning to prepare for school but my body was too weak. Sleep was still in my eyes. I was too weak and tired. Omalicha and Sugar were still sleeping, not bothered at all about school. I managed to get up to urinate. As I tried to walk to the bathroom, I felt serious pains in and around my v@gina. It dawned on me that going to school was not for me that day. I carried myself with the pain to the bathroom, urinated and came back to bed. I now saw why Omalicha and Sugar couldn’t attend classes most of the time.
I laid down again and tried to recall the events that unfolded the previous night. I fell out with Sugar when I refused to open up to the men that approached me. It was Omalicha who approached from nowhere and told her to take it easy with me.
Omalicha explained to her that maybe I needed a little time to adapt to the hustle. I regretted going out with that that night. On our way back, they were giving me the money they collected from the guy that gave me wounds in my v@gina, explaining that they helped me keep it because I was kind of drunk. I wasn’t happy with them. They made me drunk. I didn’t get drunk intentionally. I refused to take the money from them.
Sleep vanished from my eyes that morning. I only laid there thinking about so many things. Maybe I made a mistake in the first place by coming to the University when I knew so well that I had no one to help me. It was becoming clearer to me that I have no other option but to play along with Sugar and Omalicha. I’m not a kid. There is no way I will keep enjoying the proceeds from a business I condemn and refuse to partake in. Omalicha and Sugar will definitely throw me out if I don’t comply.
I remembered my mother. I remembered Johnny and felt so sorry for all the promises I made to him. I told him I would always have him in my heart and show no other man my nakedness but I had already broken that promise. I felt sorry for my mother because this is not the part I planned to take. But I wanted to go to the University,Graduate and get a good job so I can take care of mama.
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I felt someone tap me gently. I opened my eyes. It was Sugar. She smiled at me and told me to wake up for breakfast. I looked at the wall clock and it was few minutes past 11am. I remembered again the events of the previous night. I didn’t even know when I slept off again but I remembered thinking about my mother and John that morning.
Sugar and Omalicha had woken up earlier to prepare spaghetti. They left me to continue resting. The spaghetti was well garnished with egg, sardines and the rest. Sugar personally handed me my own. She filled the plate to the brim when she knows I don’t eat too much. She smiled as she handed the plate over to me. She was very friendly to me this morning that I wondered if it was the same Sugar that I almost had a fight with at the hotel last night.
Nobody talked about what happened last night. Instead they brought up other topics. We talked and laughed and when I finished eating, Sugar passed me a certain card of tablets drugs and assured coolvalstories me that it would help with whatever pain I was having.
I still read my books at home later that day but as I read I thought about nightfall which was fast approaching and how it will go down. My friends must go for hustling again tonight and it’s obvious I will go with them.
Night came again and as they were preparing, I decided to start preparing too.
“Nne, you can rest tonight until you make up your mind fully ok. You are a grown up and we believe you can make your own decisions ” Omalicha told me and Sugar nodded in full support.
There were right. I am an adult now and old enough to make my own decisions but they didn’t know that I have already decided. I didn’t argue with them. I nodded to show that I understand what they meant. Before they left, Omalicha pecked me while Sugar hugged me deeply. I liked them. If not for anything; they way they came to me that day at Management building,crying with my face on the desk and told me to stop crying. They told me that I should never cry no matter the situation. I know they are not the only girls living that kind of life in UNIZIK but at least, they had a compassionate heart. If not for Sugar and Omalicha, I might not be schooling in UNIZIK today so I am forever grateful to them.
That night as I lay alone in that room, I finally came to a conclusion that I must help myself by doing the same thing that my only two best friends are doing to help themselves. That they took me in does not mean that they had an overflowing pocket but they did it out of love and compassion and I wished I can show them someday, that I appreciate it.
To be continued
