Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

Episode 6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

I spent the first 1 hour plus of the party inside the toilet, offloading the tons of alcohol in my system into the WC through my mouth. The party kicked off around 6pm in the evening but for us, the close associates of the celebrant. The party started the moment we got to Willie’s lodge.
The booze was killing and for those that loved the herb, there was more than enough. Never knew Willie was a skunk. He was simply too clean to be suspected.

The room was like some party house in Jamaica.
Every tiny hole was filled with smokes from the weed. I just sat on the bed, clutching my green bottle and getting high on the weed being smoked by others.

The God of signs and wonders had done it for us.
Shape suddenly decided she wasn’t coming for the party, of her own accord and James was more than happy that my hook up attempt had failed. He was enjoying the weed with the rest of the guys and getting high and mighty. That was how I got drunk and landed myself in the hotel’s banquet hall’s toilet.

Back to the party. There was enough exposure of flesh and a whole lot of people present didn’t even know what the party was all about.

They just came to have fun. As for Willie, I think he had smoked and drunk himself into a state where I was actually guessing he had forgotten that he was hosting the party with 5 other guys of his who were also graduating. James was busy, jumping from one behind to the other and trying to get every chic within his class for himself. Me, Chinecherem, I was just on the floor of the toilet, my face in the bowl of the WC, throwing the alcoholic content into the toilet.

It didn’t last tho. I had dragged myself off the floor and into the party hall. I didn’t want to miss the action. I staggered to and fro and soon found myself behind one incredible booty, clutching and twisting to my taste. The drinks, the weed and the girls were free.

The party was getting to its fun climax when Chinelo bumped in with another set of her cute friends and the word, Fun was redefined.

The dj cranked it up higher and the hall throbbed.
Chinelo secured her asset which was Willie and I searched around to see if I could find a Chinaza replica. I couldn’t but girls with good body like shape were around. I picked another green bottle to replenish the one I had lost and attached myself to a free girl. She wasn’t with any guy and was busy rocking another chic, a fellow girl. It pained me deep to my heart to watch a pretty, curvy thang like her wasting all those natural resources on a fellow girl that wouldn’t appreciate them more than I would.

I walked for her. Excuse me dance was trending all over the hall so I just said that and she obliged me. The she threw herself at me and we threw all cautions to the wind. The chica got real grind and she rocked the sweet bejesus out of me.

I dropped my bottle to the floor, gently and held her tight with both hands. She was as soft as cotton and my bulge just scratched her meaty behind. She didn’t mind and instead came for my J0yst!ck with her booty, twisting it with each twist of her waist. I wound my arms around her the closure became tighter. My body on hers and hers on mine.


She turned after some minutes of backing me and a change of rhythm. She faced me and our face came closer. I could smell the weed right of her breath. She was pretty, Sekxy and stoned.
That was the baddest combination you can ever get in a girl. Only a rich or lucky guy can have that kind of girl for the night and I count myself as lucky. I wasn’t going to let that one off my grasp in a long while.

Our face came together and without a hint, she plucked my lips right there on the dance floor.
Hers tasted sweet so I encouraged the soft romance until she let go herself. She had started it so I wasn’t pissed that she ended it. She walked out of the floor to the nearby bar and reached for my bottle on the floor. I picked it off the ground and it was empty already.

How manage, I didn’t know.

I walked after her and met her mixing her glass of Hennessy with a bit of codeine and wiping the sweat off her brow.

“What are you doing?” I asked as the proper novice that I was.

“Boiling water,” she said and drowned the glass in a gulp. I kept looking at her with my mouth ajar. She did another mixing and pushed the glass to me. I wanted to appear the correct bad guy so I did my own gulping, nearly coughing my eyes out from the acrid taste of the cognac in my throat. She let out a little smile out the corner of her mouth and turned to walk away.

“Where are you going?” I asked.


“The toilet,” she said and I nodded.


“Go, I will wait here,” I said and she kept standing where she was, looking at me in a way I couldn’t understand.

“What?” I asked after some seconds of staring match between us.


“I said am going to the toilet,” she said. I spread my hands.

“So what?”
“Come with me,” she said, giving me a look that hardened my J0yst!ck at the prospect of what was lurking begin her mind. I jumped at her and she dragged me off to the ladies.