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2nd Avenue – The Sexcapades of Pamela: Risky Game

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42nd Avenue – Pamela

For what seemed like eternity, I remained in the toilet, struggling not to vomit, the stench from the bowl almost suffocating. Then came some silent knocks on the door, I knew it must be my neighbor and so I quietly opened the door.

        He stood outside there shivering like a leaf in the wind.

        “Who’s that?” I asked.

        “Ssssh!” he said gesturing that I should keep my mouth shut. Quickly, he motioned me to follow him. I obeyed quietly as he led the way through the corridor to the kitchen. At the kitchen he opened a door that led to a stair case at the back of the building.

        “Who’s that? Is she your wife?, is she your wife?” I asked as he made way for me to pass.

        “No, it’s my mother-in-law. But she is a hell of trouble maker.”

        “What about the money?” I asked.

        “I’ll come and see you later. She will soon leave,” he said and closed the door gently.

        I took the stairs down and returned to my apartment. I heaved a sigh of relief as I slumped on the couch. It was such a narrow escape. Supposing it had been his wife and she had caught me fu…king her husband?

I could imagine the pandemonium that would have erupted. That was the main reason why I didn’t want to have anything to do with the man in the first place. He was gorgeous and I knew I could always rake some money out of him. But it would be too risky a game to play in such a small compound.

        I didn’t know when I slept off on the couch. I woke up to find two hands groping my breasts. The next minute he had lumbered on me.

        “Oh, please.” I groaned but the next moment he had pulled my pants to one side and penetrated. His thrusts were forceful and pleasurable and I spread my legs wider to welcome the whole of him. He banged me on relentlessly until he came with a mightily shudder, his eyes tightly shut.

        “Whao! You’re sweet, too sweet.” He said.

        “You haven’t seen anything yet, how about the money?’

        From his hip pocket he brought out a wad of naira note which he flung at me. I caught it in mid-air.

        “Fifty thousand naira” he said.