Dirty Hustler - Season 1 - Episode 14

4 years ago

Dirty Hustler - Season 1 - Episode 14

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“Darling, Come spend the weekend at my place.” The Director said as he massaged my bare bottom.
We just had bouts of sex. I was stark naked while he just had on a white office shirt and a loose tie around his neck, he was naked waist down. The office door was securely locked.
I was taken aback by his offer. We had never had any relation outside his office before. I scratched my scalp as I thought of a good excuse. The offer sounded tempting but Broda would have skinned me alive.
It had been two months since I got my new job position and to be honest, I enjoyed the job. I didn’t do much work aside having sex with the Director anytime he wanted and serving drinks to his Visitors.

I was well paid. The Director usually handed me 5,000 naira or more to get lunch for myself during work days. I always gave the money to Broda, I had lied to him I got the extra money from selling stolen factory equipment and carton of noodles along with other workers in the company. Broda started treating me right. Things were moving smoothly at that point.

“Sir…” I began.
“Darling…I’ve told you not to call me sir, if you can’t give me a sweet name then you should call me by my name, Musa.” He said and playfully pinched my bum.

I laughed and pushed his hand away.
“OK…OK Musa, I cant…”
Musa frowned at me. “Why?”
“Uhm…I wan go visit my Mama for village…. I promise am say I go come visit this weekend.” I lied through my teeth.

Musa rubbed his chin and thought for a while. “I think you talk say you no get phone.” He turned to look at me suspiciously.
“I no get phone…I use my neighbour phone take call am.”

“Hmmm…okay, get dressed. Let’s go get you a phone.” Musa announced. “You don dey talk say you go buy phone since, you nor gree buy, stingy girl.” He laughed.

I jumped happily at first till the thought of what Broda would say flashed through my mind. Broda had always said I didn’t need a phone.

“Musa…I’ll get the phone myself, you don try for me. Thank you.” I said.
“Nonsense! Let’s go.” He insisted.
I shook my head and pounced on him to distract him with another round of sex.
As I s-------d him and lowered myself on his manhood, he groaned and pulled me close so my nose could touch his. He kissed me.
“Cherry my love….I just wish you could come live with me, live with me as my wife forever….”

Something stirred in my heart, I began to feel something for Musa.

That evening, I returned home and saw Broda and Mekus sitting on a bench in the porch of the uncompleted building. They were playing a game of Ludo, with bottles of beer by their feet.

I hissed as I turned to bolt the rusty gate. It had been two months since Broda got arrested. He had refused to go back to learn his ‘Yahoo work’ or any skill at all. He was a graduate of the University of Nigeria,Nsukka. He had more opportunities than I did and here he was wasting his time.
“Good evening.” I mumbled and walked past the both of them and walked to the room.
In the room, I saw a pile of dirty plates and pots in a corner.

“What stopped him from washing the plates he used to eat? And he dey house since morning o.” I hissed and took off my work clothes.

I tied a wrapper around my chest. I la!d my back on the mat. I stared at the cement plastered ceiling as I thought of how I could have spent my weekend at Musa’s place, the good food I could have eaten, I could have slept on a comfortable bed compared to the thin raffia mat on placed on a hard floor that I was laying on. I thought of how sweet Musa was till I fell asleep.

I felt a sharp blow on my back. The pain cut through my back bone. I winced in pain and sat up to rub my sore back.

I looked up and saw Broda holding out a used condom with his right hand and in his other hand was my unzipped bag.

His eyes were bloodshot.

I swallowed a thick lump in my throat and my bladder felt full all of a sudden.
“You Whoore! Wetin be this?!” Broda screamed on top of his lungs.