2nd Avenue – The Sexcapades of Pamela: The Big Fish

Few days later, I was bore and needed a stroll. The stroll that evening took me out of Omole Estate to the Isheri road junction; it was really an aimless stroll as I had no particular destination in mind. It was boredom that pushed me out of my apartment but soon I began to feel thrilled.

          The stroll reminded me of the old times when walking the street was a regular preoccupation. Just like in those days, I watched with utter thrill as men who passed by could not resist giving me a second look. Many male eyes were fastened on the huge cleavage that I had deliberately left on my chest. Cars hooted as they speed by and the drivers looked back at my jutting hips. It was really like in those days except that now I did not really know what I wanted.

          I was bored still. I needed company, male company to be precise. And I needed money especially now that my bank account was no longer healthy. But the more I was tempted to respond to the men striving for my attention, the more I reminded myself of how I met Andy and from there landed in detention. That was one horrible experience I won’t want to go through again.

          As I turned towards the Grammar School bus stop, a white BMW cruised to a halt beside me. Instinctively, I bent low to look at the driver and almost immediately wanted to forget him. But somehow I could not. The face that my eyes behold was so handsome, so cool I felt trapped. It was as if I had been hypnotized.

          “Hello, sweetie, it’s not good for a lovely lady like you to be walking alone this night,” he said before fixing me with a smile that was calculated to disarm and ensnare. And truly I was entrapped. I couldn’t utter a word. My eyes were still stuck on his features which were comfortably arranged on an oval face.

          “How far are you going?” he asked, still smiling.

          “Em…, I… I mean going to Berger area,” I fumbled

          “Come in. It’ll be my pleasure to give you a ride,” he said as he learned forward and opened the passenger door.

          As I stepped into the immaculately clean car, something in my mind told me I was in safe hands.

          “May I get to know you,” he asked as he eased once again into the evening traffic.

          I felt more at ease as light conversation flowed between us. But as we approached Berger, I did not know what to tell him since I had no business there. Moreover, I didn’t feel like leaving him, at least not so soon. It had been a long time since I’d been near a man with so much animal heat with the looks of a big fish.