2nd Avenue – The Sexcapades of Pamela: Wahala Be Like Bicycle at Hotel Du Palacia

Two days later, I was back at Hotel Du Palacia. The weather was cold, just like it was the other day. I had to defy the drizzle to come to the hotel. I went straight to Room 9 where John my customer, was hanging out. I would have loved to have a change of scene, seek out another client elsewhere in the city, but the unfriendly weather decided for me.

          Few minutes after I entered the room, John was all over me. He tore at my blouse buttons, and then hooked the straps of my bra down over my shoulders, exposing the amply swell of my beautiful tits. My nipples were dark and quite big and very hard. John engulfed one in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, nibbling it with his teeth. My arms, temporarily trapped by the bra straps, struggled to get to the clip at the back. John, without releasing my nipples from his mouth, slide his hands up and after a brief wrestle with it, snapped the catch with a violent tug, and then brought his hands around the front to fondle the fullness of my liberated breasts as he sucked.

          Shortly, he threw away the towel around him and revealed his enormous dick.

“God,” I moaned, “it’s so big.”

          As he pulled my pants down, exposing the whole of my wet, red, swollen cunt lips, my clit standing out, I remembered, he had not paid me. I didn’t want to take any chances. The man didn’t look gentle although he paid me well and fucked me properly the other time.

          “My money,” I demanded as I stepped out of my pants.

          “Oh, come on, I shall pay you.”

          “No, I want it now,” I insisted, stepping back to get out of his reach.

          Quickly, he reached for his trouser pocket, brought out a thick wand of naira notes. Counted N15k and gave it to me.

          After stuffing the money into my purse, I pushed him back on to the bed on his back. I climbed on top of him, took the fat straining prick in my hand and lifted it slightly to get a better angle and then I lowered my arse and pussy towards it.

          Pressing it against me and then, letting myself sink a little more, covering the tip slowly, I sunk taking a little of his dick at a time. Inch by inch, the entire shaft of his enormous rod filled my inside. He was groaning, moaning, straining and pushing upwards trying to fuck, but I knew what I was doing and took my time until the whole thing was buried in me and my clitoris was hidden by his thick black of public hair. Then I began to move over him, swiveling and grinding against the massive rod embedded inside me. He was almost snarling with pleasure, grindings back, feeling his knob against my cervix, my slippery lips against the base of his trunk.

          Slowly at first, and then with increasing, uncontrollable speed, I approached orgasm. It was at this most ecstatic moment of our togetherness that the strange and the unexpected happened. As I felt myself coming, I heard a deafening, shattering sound. The pleasure rifling through my body was so exquisite that I didn’t immediately get up. It was as if the collapse of heaven could not disturb the glory of that moment.

          But when I turned around, I was horrified to see the door of the hotel room crashed under the weight of jackboot. Four policemen armed with automatic rifles stormed into the room. John threw me aside violently and tried to reach under the mattress. But one of the policemen threw himself at him, struggled with him while the other cops aimed their riffles at his head.

          They pulled him out of the bed, and handcuff him. Then they expertly searched the room and discovered four automatic pistols, human body parts and a huge sum of money under the mattress. They helped him into his trousers while I tremblingly got into my garments. I was also handcuffed, and then, we were both taken outside and pushed into a waiting anti-crime patrol van.

          It was at the police station that I learnt that my client John was a notorious armed robber and that the police had been after him for months in connection with a series of robbery and kidnapping cases within Lagos and its environ.

          The police had threatened to charge me with robbery long with John. I spend a whole week in the police net trying to prove my innocence, striving to convince them that I was a harmless sex-hawker. Words of mouth were not enough. Not even the N15k I had on me could secure my release.

          Five nights of ravaging my body by the DPO, and written undertaking that I would bring the sum of N300k within the week were what I had to concede to, before I finally regain my freedom. Shai! Wahala bi like bicycle for Olosho wey no get god-mother/father, I suffer oooo.