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Ivory Hotels as far as Femi was concerned was one of the coolest hotels in Lagos. Probably that was an exaggeration but he didn’t care. He’d been there for at least three times now and had really started to consider making it his permanent residence as long as the money kept pilling in of course. Even though his sister’s residence was right there in Lagos, he knew it would be a big huge risk to live there, considering his line of work.

But of course, he wasn’t there at Ivory Hotels for business this time. As a matter of fact, he was there for pleasure, to celebrate the success of their latest hit. Humphrey, alias P-face was in the swimming pool with two chicks splashing water on his face, Ahmed, alias Cashman was sitting over at the far end of the pool with a babe on his laps, mouths locked in a kiss.

Femi this time was unfortunately alone, no chick and he was beginning to find it depressing as he gulped out his cigarette and continued sipping his drink. But suddenly, his eyes fell on an approaching figure heading towards the bathroom of the hotel. The coke-bottled shape got his attention and his gaze lingered until it disappeared into the bathroom. He excused himself from the party and headed towards the bathroom.

Looking at the header that read ‘women’, he contemplated going in but then decided to wait. Soon, the exact figure dressed up in a bikini stepped out, bumping into him.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there”, Femi apologized as he looked down at her, taking in more of her features and the next words that formed in his heads were;

Damn! She’s got big boobs….and she’s …”

“It’s okay…” the girl answered disrupting his thoughts and then turned to leave, exposing more of her backside which made Femi’s mouth drop even wider and for a brief moment, he was lost. The sound of the laughter at the pool was what brought him back to reality and he found himself contemplating if to talk with the beauty in front of him or continue to enjoy watching her walk away. He felt a boner and knew instantly what he must do, so he hurried towards her.

“Well hi, my name is Femi………about earlier, I was waiting for you, you know” Femi went on as he caught up with her.

“For me?”I beg your pardon?” She asked looking up at him genuinely surprised at his statement. There was something in her eyes that got Femi confused. It was vaguely familiar.

“Well, I saw you go into the bathroom and I followed. I wanted to speak with you”, Femi answered flashing his best smile at her. Her lips parted and he found himself staring at them, wondering how they were going to taste.

“Speak with me? Why? Is there something wrong?” She inquired, as she turned and got into the pool.

“Oh yes, there’s something terribly wrong” Femi answered struggling to steady himself from the raging sexual urges that were beginning to envelope him. Watching her move about in the water like a fish wasn’t fair to him and there was a part of him that was beginning to wonder if she wasn’t a mermaid afterall. Mermaid or not, Femi didn’t care.

“Well, are you listening to me?” He called out, desperately trying to get her attention. After roaming about in the water, she turned towards him and then held his gaze. He could have sworn he saw a flash of rage in them, but then, he dismissed it as impatience.

She’s likely just upset that I’m bothering her, he thought.

Stepping out of the water, she picked up a towel and wrapped herself.

“Well, you were saying?” she asked, walking passed him as she picked up her slippers.

“Well, you look strangely familiar and I was wondering if we’ve met before?” Femi asked, fighting back the urge of not staring at her upright boobs. They were massive and he could think of nothing more than….

He squeezed his fingers.

“Sorry mister, I’ve heard that pick up line before” She answered, walking away from him and heading back to the bathroom.

“Ok, wait, can I at least know your name?” Femi asked trying to keep up with her pace. She was obviously a fast walker and Femi wondered how fast she would be, getting into his bed. He wanted her and yea, yea, he was quite familiar with the game- knew it like the back of his palm-Shakara first and then gbam! She was all his. The thought got him grinning and he began to wonder what girl in her right senses could even resist him. Definitely not with his intimidating height of six feet and his gorgeously well-built body that took the breath of most women. Well, he must admit in all his thirty three years, he hadn’t met a lady that matched up with the curves of the one standing before him.

Or was it the familiar aura he kept feeling around her? He wondered.

Ignoring his question, the babe walked into the bathroom. Again, Femi waited.

What was it with this girl sef , exercising his patient? He mused.

He’d never had the patience to woo any woman. He hadn’t had to and in that moment, he could see the little he had waxing thin with every passing second and began to think that perhaps, it was because the man beneath him wouldn’t behave. He could see his friends jeering at him at the other end and so, he figured the sooner he got what he wanted from her, the sooner he would stop having the ugly feeling of spending more than a night with her.

Maybe she will be his ‘hostess’ anytime he visited Lagos, he began to think and for some reason unknown to him, the thought sounded quite appealing

….but wasn’t that what he’d been trying to avoid…A girlfriend? He scolded himself.

 Getting Shade off his ass hadn’t been easy. The girl had been a major bone on his side and he couldn’t believe he was already thinking of having another.

Soon, the babe was out of the bathroom, dressed differently but no less attractive than when she was in the bikini. Ignoring his presence, she hurried down to the parking lot.

“All I just want is your name….and of course your number”, Femi called out behind her but she seemed to be more focused on opening the door of her car. When she finally did, she slipped into it and Femi sighed. However, he knew for certain that it wasn’t over. There was no way he was going to give up, not especially when he hadn’t gotten what he wanted.

He stood and watched her pull her car out of the drive way and just when he was about to walk back into the hotel, he heard her yell…

“I’m Ebere….my name is Ebere”

And then she drove off…..

To be continued……..

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6 thoughts on “A LITTLE TASTE ON THE SIDE- Episode two”

  1. You see, this is the thing about men that worries me…you could have sworn you saw a flash of rage in her eyes….yet cos of what you want to get, you still press on…smh…just like all those horror movies where, you see a dark room, u know its dangerous, but u still go in anyway,well…just because…i dunno why, but i feel sorry for femi already

  2. Lolx haba picean. Have mercy na. I was ill and as soon as i recuperated i hd alot of things to do. I promise Tuesday unfailingly, you ll see a new episode. I promise.

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