Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

“Ermm, mummy money for fuel,” I said slowly. ” Oya Chinecherem get out of here!” she chased me up. “Bia nwuru ara, come and sU-Ck b0s0m naa!”

I laughed my way out of her presence. I knew her tank was never empty expect Willie had tampered with it but he was back at school. I just needed small money just in case. She later rogered me shaa without my asking for it. My mom was made like that.

Chinecherem was busy hotline blinging me while I was gearing up for that day’s affair. I answered her once and ignored the rest. She said she was already waiting for me at one popular junction like that, so her incessant calls were understandable even though she can be a pest when she wants to. I got set by 1pm and after much prayers from my mum that I don’t crash the car and myself and that daughters of Jezebel may not see me. I drove off by 1:30 pm, looking all nice and smart.

So driving through the streets and busy road of Awka wasn’t that easy for me. I had become a little rusty. One was that I could count the number of times I had been in mom’s car as the driver and the other was because that was about a year ago. So I was busy behind the wheels either getting cussed by my fellow drivers or I was cussing them. A lot of cussing did happen.

Sighting Chinecherem wasn’t so hard. She was waiting at Unizik junction, opposite Crunches eatery. She was her usual curvy self and looking like one slay queen. A denim trouser torn on the knee, just fitting perfectly to her a little bowed leg and revealing her camel too in an appetizing way. Then her denim jacket, covering her white singlet with her cleavage grabbing some fresh air from the top. A sunshade and her shining weave was just on fleek. She was very beautiful and I was glad I didn’t miss.

I pulled up beside her, almost knocking her into the gutter. I bet she was about to cuss the daylight out of me before my window went down and I stripped her Unclad with my eyes, covered by Willie’s Versace sunshade. She smiled and became her jittery self.

“Baby,” she squealed and came for my door. She kissed me through the open window. Her lipsticks were gone in that instant but she still looked good without them.