Story: My life as a Yahoo Boy By iphekitan - Season 2 - Episode 24

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Story: My life as a Yahoo Boy By iphekitan - Season 2 - Episode 24

Lying sideways on the bed, with nothing but a red G- string on, was John Smith smiling seductively at me. I was irritated to say the
least. Ordinarily, I would have stormed out of the room but for the ridiculousness of the
situation, I stayed as I wanted to find out what this retard had planned.

ME: C’mon, what’s the meaning of this?

John Smith : what do you think it is?

ME: errm… You acting really weird?

John Smith : There’s nothing weird about it.
Don’t u like it?

ME: Like what?

John Smith : or don’t I look s*xy**?

He said this rubbing his hands all over his thighs. At this point it became less annoying & just plain silly. So I sat down on 1 of the
chairs in the room & decided to play along.

John Smith: Don’t just sit there, come join me on the bed

ME: Are you serious?

John Smith : of course I am. How do you think the game works?

ME: You mean I have to get in bed with you to get a contract?

John Smith : Yes my dear. That’s what everybody does.

ME: So you’ve slept with all your models?

John Smith: No, just the male ones. Didn’t your friend Olisa update you before coming here?

That last bit of information was a little disturbing. The thought of Olisa in bed with John Smith, a fairly macho dude himself turned my
stomach. My mind immediately drifted back to all the times Olisa would touch me at the gym whilst commenting on my biceps or my abs or any other muscle in my body.

Never for once did I suspect he was gay. Well as a sharp guy, knowing my modeling
career was over even before it started, I took out my phone & quickly took pictures of John Smith.

He pounced on me but I was out of the door before he could get a hold of me. He ran out after me but soon realized he had nothing on so
turned back to his room. He called the reception to stop me but I was out of there before they realized what was happening. I boarded a cab & dialed his number on my way home.

It was a thursday. I had to drive back to Gombe for my clearance for the week.

I was getting bored in the car, so I called John Smith.

ME : Hey John Smith

John Smith : What do you want?

ME : I’m still trying to figure out what I want

John Smith: Ok, I’ll offer you a contract

ME: Do you think I still wanna be a model after what just happened?

John Smith : Then get on with it, name your price.

ME: How much are you willing to pay to avoid these pictures getting to the press? Does your wife know about your love for the D? Is your son
aware?

John Smith : Please you can’t do that to me.
My life will be ruined.

I’ll give you whatever you want, please just don’t expose those pictures.

ME: I’ll send my account number to you & I expect to have 1, 000,000 Naira paid in before 4pm today

John Smith : What?! A million Naira? Are you crazy?

ME: yeah, Crazy enough to send these pictures to the press.

John Smith: ok, ok, I’ll head to the bank right away just send your bank details but u have to promise me you’ll delete those pictures
right away.

ME: You have my word

Hung up.

Looking back, I think I should have asked for more money. Well, I wasn’t the type that deprived pleasure in black mailing blacks like
me, I barely acted on my instincts. Besides, a million Naira wouldn’t hurt him much, though his money won’t make much difference to the
amount I have, but just had to teach him a lesson. I got to Gombe expecting to be a million naira richer. The following day which was
friday, It was past 2pm already still no credit alert from my bank. I waited patiently, looking at my phone every now and again expecting
‘that’ text message to arrive.

You know that feeling you get when expecting a bank deposit and your phone rings alerting you to a text message? Then the feeling you get
after opening the message only to find a text from a random four digit number telling you to subscribe for Caller tunes, or some other
unnecessary information.

Well at exactly 3:55pm my phone rang. It was indeed a text message! I heaved a huge sigh of relief & opened the message. Lo & behold! it was a text message from JOHN SMITH…

The text read…

“If you think you can blackmail me with a silly picture, think again.

If u dare expose that pic, I promise to make your life a living hell.

I talked to my lawyers & they have assured me that we can make a case & sue. So I’ll see you in court if you decide to act foolish”