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Musings Of A Hustler (episode 1)

It’s amazing how people take the little things in life for granted.

Especially rich kids and some razz girlfriends who have real good, rich, generous boyfriends.

Can you imagine my roommate Linda was having a fight with her boyfriend on the phone over a gown right!

They had gone shopping together last weekend; he bought her this box full of beautiful clothes and shoes.

On their way home, she had seen this gown on display at another shop, so she mentioned it to him that she liked it.

To surprise her, the boyfriend had secretly gone back to the shop, bought it for her and had the boutique deliver it to her with some flowers.

And instead of beautiful, super lucky Linda to be super excited as I am (wishing I was in her shoes), she’s here complaining this wasn’t the exact gown she had pointed out to him.

And guess how much the gown cost her boyfriend? – A whooping N45, 000!

Damn!

Really, it’s also so true that we never know what we have until we lose it.

Unless you are like me, a 26 year old nobody from the poorest of backgrounds, the only child to my poor mother who has been down with stroke for the past four months, I have had to do menial jobs to support myself and my sick mom, and get myself through University (my only source of liberation, hopefully), then you will definitely know what you have and you will fight to your last breath never to lose it!

It’s Friday night and frankly, it’s been a very trying period for me these last few weeks.

My sick mum isn’t getting any better and her hospital bills are fast accumulating with threats by doctors throwing her out if we don’t pay up fast.

After my last visit, the doctor told me I needed to give him N30, 000 this weekend.

So, somehow, I’ve managed to convince myself to try out going the extra mile, walk the streets tonight for the first time in my life to make that money cos I’ve practically exhausted all my loan/begging options.

So you see why I’m kinda pissed off to think Linda just blew N45k on a gown and doesn’t even seem to appreciate it while that’s more than the money I need to clear up my debts backlog or risk losing my mum.

Please, I hope you are not tempted just yet to judge me, call me names, tell me how ashamed of me you are as a woman for thinking this is the only option I have right now.

You never know what it really feels like till you are in that position.

I am from a very strong Christian family.

My mum raised me well despite her poverty, to always pray, never compromise my faith, never give my body to solve a problem.

But God, (wipes a tear), how do I get through this?

You know I need this money, tonight! Before Monday! Thank God it’s even Independence holiday on Monday so that means I have until Tuesday.

I can’t let my mum have her treatment suspended. Neither am I so excited in going out tonight to take a man’s money for intimate favors.

It’s a fact i will make quick cash tonight and that’s all I need right now. Maybe it’s time to put this gorgeous body God blessed me with to use.

 

So, painfully, let the seduction begin.  Its 10:45pm and I’m ready to step out.

Dressed in my red short dress, really body hugging, bust enhancing, looking so hot, I walked out, into the streets of Port Harcourt and boarded a cab to the most bubbling, oil boys club hangout Club 360.

And just as I had expected, I had barely walked into the club and I could feel a thousand eyes staring at me!

Quietly, I found myself a cool spot and in seconds this man walks up to me. He wasn’t that tall, almost totally bald and he was sweating through his short-sleeved collared shirt.

Eeww, on a very good day, God knows this guy isn’t my spec but I guess all that matters right now is that he has the cash I know I want.

I tried to shake his hand, he tried to hug me, and that put my face almost directly into his armpit.

“Hi, you’ve got an amazing ass,” he said.

“Sorry, I looked when you were walking in. I hope you don’t mind. I am Jim, what’s your name?”

I had all along being thinking of the fake story to cook up about myself when he asks but it seemed it didn’t matter now.

This was because all along, Jim was looking my body all over in a conspicuous way.

He attempted to wink, but it seemed more like a tic.

“Thanks” I replied in the most convincing way I could to a sweaty, slobbering guy with the most obvious hard-on visible through his pants.

“My name is Jenny”.

“Hmm, Jenny, pretty name” he commented.

He tried that wink again and as the first time, it failed again in a spectacular fashion.

“What would you love to drink?”

“Smirnoff” I replied.

“Nahhh!!! Not when you are with me. You can have all the Smirnoff in the world when you are with your school boyfriends but for now, let’s have us some Hennessey. First of all, we move to the VIP lounge. Here, give me your hand”

Wow! What a ‘gentleman’ I thought to myself as I gave him my hand. Never judge a book by its cover ever again, Jenny!!

We got to the VIP area and Jim helped me to my seat. He made sure I was comfortable and even when the drinks arrived; he kept on asking if I wanted anything else.

What was I to lose, so I told him I would love to have some meat (Suya) with my drinks. That meant we needed to leave the club and in seconds, we were seated at our new table, with my happy meal expensively looking as much as I knew it would have cost! Once again, he asked if I enjoyed my meal and asked if it was cooked to perfection.

Everything seemed to be going down very fine.

We returned to the club, Jim took my hands and asked me to the dance floor.

I was full (my real first, good meal for today), a little high and my favorite song of all time, Brymo’s Ara was playing, my mood never felt this good as we danced together.

At least not until I felt Jim’s fingers grab my ass and squeeze it soo …..Jeez! It felt like someone suddenly slapped me back to reality.

What the hell did I think I was doing?!!  All of a sudden, I felt so sick to my stomach and actually had to run to the ladies to puke!

While at the ladies, I looked up at the mirror and never in my life have I ever hated myself! That was when it hit me – I can’t do this!!

But I’ve already gone this far with Jim, had him spend like over N20k on me already. And it’s so obvious what he expects from me tonight, his hard on had a voice louder than everyone’s dancing in the club right now.

What do I do?

“Sweety, what happened? Was it the food?’ Jim asked me as I returned to our table.

“Umm, I just feel sick”

“Sick? Or you just don’t like me? Tell me the truth”

Jim, it’s not that at all. You seem very nice. I’m just, I’m just suddenly not feeling well,” I blurted out.

“You feel sick, or you’re not into me, Jenny?” he asked again. “You know, if you want, we can get to my hotel room. It’s actually just around here. You could come and lie down and I can give you a massage. Since it’s our first time meeting, once you’re better, you could just give me a Blowjob. How about N50, 000? Probably the quickest N50, 000 you’ll ever make in your life, huh?”

Surprised, I looked up at him and even got more irritated at the thought of giving him a BJ. Suddenly, the money he was offering didn’t even make the action tempting at all!!!

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“Look, Jim, I am so so sorry. It’s just that I’ve never done this before and I’m not sure this is for me.

I’ve got a huge problem; my mum is lying sick, at the point of death at the hospital. And the doctors say they will throw us out if I don’t raise some money. So, I thought I do this for some fast bucks. Truly, I’m not cut out for this.”

“Come on, Jenny! I think you’re cut out for it. Look at your body and that’s why I’m offering N50, 000!” he said, coaxing me. ‘Listen to me, you’ll do just fine. I will make you feel so comfortable. I’m not looking for a long-term thing. Let’s have some fun. Life’s short.”

“Yeah, I — it’s just that I have to go,” I said. “I feel sick.”

“I’m so sorry, really” I said to him as he sat in front of me, now looking very, very, very disappointed.

“Jenny, you’re missing out, then,” he said.

“I can find a new girl any time I want. I’ll find one on my phone now. But I have a question for you. I am a businessman and I know you know time is money. If there’s anything I hate, detest in life it’s wasting time. You knew you were not cut out for this, then why did you fucking waste my time?!

By now, Jim was sweating more, breathing heavily through his mouth. His disappointment was visibly turning into anger. Something about this man set off my fight-or-flight instinct.

Apologizing all over again, I got up to leave. “I really have to go, Jim. Please I’m so sorry” I said, picking up my bag, and hoping somehow that settles it. I climbed down from the stool, catching my dress on the back of the chair and almost tripping.

Jim didn’t even move to stop me or so I thought.

Cos I had barely moved out of the VIP lounge when these two huge men walked up in front of me, one held my hand and quietly, meanly said:

“Ma’am, you can’t walk out on my boss like that. I will advise you go back and do whatever he asks you to.”

The hairs on the back of my neck, hands, even the ones on my eyes stood up as I froze on that spot in fear! Good Lord, what have I gotten myself into!! Timidly, practically shaking, as scared the hell out of me as possible, I slowly returned to Jim’s table and to my surprise, he smiled at me and shook his head and said;

“Jenny, no man likes it when a woman tries to pull a fast one on him. I walked up to you; you did nothing in any way to discourage my getting closer to you.

I took care of you and now, it’s time for you to take care of me, and you suddenly feel sick?

Well, I am going to make it simpler for you. So, you take your pick. You either follow me to my car right now, quietly give me a BJ and we say our goodbyes. If you please me well enough, well, I could add some cash to it.

On the other hand, if you insist I’m sooo sickening for you, I will quickly let my men have you, and do whatever they want with your mad, hot body while I watch! Have you ever had a Group sex before?”

 

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First published at http://www.nairaland.com/1061844/nawti-sunday-story and http://www.lailasblog.com/2012/09/nawtisaturdays-my-story.html

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20 thoughts on “Musings Of A Hustler (episode 1)” by Ayoks (@sucess001)

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    topazo (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    this was nice

  2. I love this

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    Jaywriter (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Nice story and theme. The writing was unusual though. Started off looking like poetry.

    Keep writing and getting better though.

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    Ayoks (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    @topazo … thanks bro..

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    Ayoks (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    @jaywriter…thanks bro…noted…thanks for reading

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    Ayoks (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    @aniefiokitong…thanks bro…thanks for reading

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    Da'Queen (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Great!!! I love your creativity! Hoping to see more of it.

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    Ayoks (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    @Estee…thanks Estee Luv…thats y i luv u…(winks)

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    lactoo (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Beautiful opening.

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    Uzoma Umekwe (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    I am already getting hooked on this piece…Loving it to bits too!

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    Ayoks (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    @uzomaumekwe…thanks bro..

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    Zikora (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Ehem! I just drew my seat closer to my laptop screen!

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    Ayoks (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    @Zikora…lmao…i kinda luv ur comments!…tnx for reading

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    Hottie (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    I really did like this. Nice

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    Sunshine (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Hian! Wahala dey! Well written piece.

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    glow (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Really good question.. What has she got herself into (i thought gotten is American English and we use British English as Nigerians…). Nice write up. I hope she does not get into deeper troubles

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    glow (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Really good question.. What has she got herself into (I thought gotten is American English and we use British English as Nigerians…). Nice write up. I hope she does not get into deeper troubles than she is in now already

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    emmyfrosty (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    Hmmm! Feel sorry for her.

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    Bubbllinna (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    I was buried in books when this came out, wouldn’t have missed a story with an opening such as this.
    Well done, Ayoks. $ß.

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    P.J. Burre (@): Newbie - 0 pts

    God! I’m so scared for her… I could learn a thing or two from your style of wtiting…

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