Chronicles of a Runs Girl
Part 14: Things are happening

If I’d not been there, I’d have said it was a lie.

I saw the actual moment Ibrahim shrugged off the initial surprise and recomposed himself as if nothing happen.

Not looking at any of us in particular he said, “Ladies, please come with me.”

The third girl, still putting on a model’s pose and totally oblivious of the serious drama unravelling in her presence, was first to move. She stepped forward and sashayed over to him. Her strides were exaggerated and forceful, overdoing it due to lack of confidence no doubt. I looked at Kike, then at Ibrahim. She was practically dying while he was boning and refusing to look at her. It was as if he didn’t know her again. Something was wrong.

The boy walked up the stairs and the third girl followed. He didn’t even look back to check that we were following.

“Oya now,” I told Kike. She looked like she would be sick.

“Babes, let’s go,” I said firmly and took her hand. I led her up the stairs and towards whatever awaited us there.

We got to the landing and the boy asked us to wait. He went through a door which he closed behind him. The third girl immediately started arranging herself; shifting her skirt, touching her hair, and repositioning her breasts.

“Kike, are you alright?” I asked my cousin.

She looked up into my eyes and I felt pity for her. She slowly shook her head then she nodded then she shook her head again.

She tried to speak but her voice failed - a lump, caught in her throat. She swallowed then tried again.

“I don’t know what is happening,” she finally managed to say.

Same as me.

I wanted to ask her about him but I didn’t want the other girl to know our business.

“There’s no problem,” I said, “I’m here.”

The third girl, perhaps sensing that something was amiss, offered her unsolicited support.

“Baby girl, nothing dey happen. I’m sure he’s a senator or a minister. He will take care of us.”

A senator? A minister? That small boy? Then the penny dropped.

The door opened and Ibrahim, standing in the frame, beckoned for us to come in. We walked past him, the third girl leading the way. I waved Kike ahead of me and watched as she passed him. She looked at him but he looked away. I followed, looking straight ahead and boning hard!

A slim tall man in a white tracksuit stood from an arm chair and newspapers fell off his laps. He smiled broadly and with both his hands shook each of us in turn, welcoming us and asking how we were.

He was dark skinned, bald as can be, but he had an immaculately trimmed beard and moustache that was all but grey. Even though he looked fiftyish, he had a boyish thing about him, and when he spoke, the funeh was genuine. And his smile was something else.

“Please, ladies, sit,” he said.

We sat but Ibrahim remained standing.

“Drinks?” the older man offered. “Brandy? Champagne? Wine?”

The third girl asked for Malt and I felt like slapping her. The man smiled his sweet smile and apologised that he didn’t have any Malt.

“I have single malt, though,” he said. “Would you like that?”

“Yes. I don’t take alcohol.”

The man nodded at Ibrahim who then left to carry out the errand. He was a boy-boy! Shio.

My first instinct was to engage the man in conversation and stop the third girl from making us all look bush. But I was too worried for Kike. Her face looked like she’d been crying all night. She was silent and sullen. I hated to think how her belly must be feeling right then.

The man had also noticed Kike’s face.

“Madam,” he said to her, “Are you all right?”

“Yes sir,” Kike answered in a tiny voice I’d never heard coming out of her mouth.

“Ah! Please, don’t call me Sir. My name is Charles.”

Charles Alfonso Paraku - C.A.P.! I couldn’t believe I was in the same room with C.A.P.! He wasn’t a minister, wasn’t a senator, wasn’t even a politician, but he was one of the richest men in Nigeria, according to Johnny; one of those silent billionaires that not everybody knows about. He was into shipping, long before even the Ibrus got into shipping. His family owned interests in and outside Nigeria and he had recently acquired an oil block – through a front. When Johnny told me about him, he talked about how humble he was and how he asked everyone, young and old, to call him Charles, not Sir. Charles Alfonso Paraku. He was money personified.

I forgot about Kike.

Ibrahim returned with a servant in tow bearing the drinks on a silver tray. I didn’t even bother boning for him. I was using my eyes to smile at Charles and waiting for him to say something that would allow me demonstrate my flawless English and engaging intellect.

Charles asked for the drinks to be taken to his room then he got up and asked us to please come with him.

This time I led the way, because, let’s face it, it’s like watching Yahoo-Yahoo boys mix Dom Perignon with cranberry juice; they just don’t know the value of it.

His bedroom was larger than any parlour I’ve ever seen. The bed dominated one end of the room while the other end had chairs like in a Hotel suite – only bigger.

Our drinks had been set down on a table and the servant had left, but Ibrahim was still there.

Charles asked us to sit and we did, then he asked Ibrahim why he hadn’t brought a drink for himself.

Ibrahim smiled and said he wasn’t in the mood to drink. I eyed him even though he wasn’t looking at me, and in the same instant I found my opening.

“You don’t have a drink either,” I said to Charles.

“Don’t worry about me, darling. I hardly touch the stuff.”

“So, you delight in seeing other people ruin their livers? There must be a word for that.”

“What a thing to say,” he said and looked at me as if he’d only just seen me for the first time that evening. And after that, we were talking as if we were the only ones in the room.

But we had come for a purpose, and he, most of all, hadn’t forgotten that.

“Let’s move to the bed,” he said and got up.

We all got up and moved towards his bed, leaving Ibrahim behind.

At the foot of his bed, Charles stripped to reveal that he was naked under his cloths. The third girl was tearing off her things as well.

I glanced back at Ibrahim who was drinking out of one of the glasses he had brought for us. His back was to us.

The third girl had pressed her body into Charles’ and her fingers were rubbing his nipples. His hand slid down her back to her buttocks and he grabbed one cheek. His dick stood erect.

They climbed into bed and the girl went straight to taking him in her mouth. Kike and I stood watching. My concern was over Ibrahim still being in the room.

Charles looked past us and called out to his boy. Ibrahim stood up and as he walked towards the bed he began to shed his clothes. He climbed in next to Charles and both men’s lips locked.

I felt Kike’s hand grip mine.

Charles opened his eye mid-kiss and winked at me. I looked at Kike. She was in shock; so was I. The third girl kept going down on Charles and her free hand was wanking Ibrahim.

“Ibrahim!” Kike said.

He didn’t respond.

“Ibrahim! Ibrahim!”

I’d never been in bed with two men at the same time. I’d never been in bed with Kike, having sex. I’d never met someone as rich or as powerful as Charles. It was going to be a night of many firsts.

Kike’s mouth was wide open as she kept calling her lover’s name. Her lover was French kissing his gay lover and paying her no attention.

The third girl lifted her head and wiped saliva off her mouth then she joined the two men. They took turns kissing each other: girl and Charles; girl and Ibrahim, Charles and Ibrahim.

I peeled Kike’s fingers off my arm and gripped her wrist.

At the end of the day, some things are just simply too wrong.

“Let’s go!” I said and I pulled her away from the scene that was breaking her heart one kiss at a time.

NEXT: Part 15: Fuck up!
 



 
Comments

shannypet On 03/02/2014 00:16:39
U always paint yourself as saint and without blemish. U are a cheap liar. Say d truth no. One is gonna flog u.
nafisa On 22/06/2012 12:34:35
OMG.....best thing ive read...naija version of sex and the city...u shd serriously consider script writing for nollywood....ibrahim is soooo full of shit!!!! Munafiq.....
queen On 24/02/2012 17:47:04
mo gbe things are happening o i cannot laugh
Keila On 19/01/2012 14:45:13
And Ibahim had the effontery to condemn her..what nerve!!!!!serious case of charcoal pot calling charcoal pot black!!!..
kimhottie On 12/12/2011 18:47:18
¶'ve got no words for this episode. ¶ can imagine how Kike must have felt. And wonderment is so right...d self-righteous Ibrahim is also "an ashawo like that". Sigh
kimhottie On 12/12/2011 18:46:49
¶'ve got no words for this episode. ¶ can imagine how Kike must have felt. And wonderment is so right...d self-righteous Ibrahim is also "an ashawo like that". Sigh
kimhottie On 12/12/2011 18:46:31
¶'ve got no words for this episode. ¶ can imagine how Kike must have felt. And wonderment is so right...d self-righteous Ibrahim is also "an ashawo like that". Sigh
kimhottie On 12/12/2011 18:46:24
¶'ve got no words for this episode. ¶ can imagine how Kike must have felt. And wonderment is so right...d self-righteous Ibrahim is also "an ashawo like that". Sigh
hillz On 07/12/2011 07:44:18
every1 has a conscience,am sure she cldn't do it coz of her friend.....coz this is not too surprising....there r lots of s**t going on in these world.i wonda what wold have happened if she was presented with a dog,instead. lol! i like reading your stories
hillz On 07/12/2011 07:44:05
every1 has a conscience,am sure she cldn't do it coz of her friend.....coz this is not too surprising....there r lots of s**t going on in these world.i wonda what wold have happened if she was presented with a dog,instead. lol! i like reading your stories
natasha On 30/11/2011 20:44:14
nice
natasha On 30/11/2011 20:44:13
nice
Cool On 30/11/2011 11:18:23
This is too much. It was well worth the wait. Immediately i landed where there was internet, i had to log in to read this chapter.
Sam On 29/11/2011 20:17:39
Omoooo!! Things are happening oooo! Abeg write a book series instead. The suspense and the wait is just too much for me to handle.
John On 29/11/2011 16:56:40
Damn, wow, cant find enough words, just too good
Me On 29/11/2011 16:33:07
Splendid writing! Keep 'em coming.
Me On 29/11/2011 16:32:42
Splendid writing! Keep 'em coming.
Wonderment! On 29/11/2011 10:37:49
So he too is an "ashewo like that"... the ironies of this world!
amerie On 29/11/2011 09:01:54
ewoooo! the twist is epic! cant wait for the nxt chapter!!!!!!
Wale On 29/11/2011 01:41:49
This is turning to something else. But Amaka i thought "runs girls" dont have any scruples about how they make money now. This ur own runs girls wey dey get conscience na wa o
Jabz On 28/11/2011 23:28:02
Things dey happen indeed !!!!.... What a Shocking way to have so many 'Firsts'....! Keep dem episodes coming... Can't wait!!!!
Pamboy On 28/11/2011 16:31:43
Wow!heart touching story....even though she deserves it.Well,hope to see the next episode.
chido On 28/11/2011 15:22:35
eeeewwwwooohhhhh!!!!!....wahala dey o!
Jani On 28/11/2011 10:18:52
Beautifully written piece......shame we gotta wait on the next episode. Thanx from Saudi Arabia
Jude On 27/11/2011 21:35:29
Again, a new twist and a hard one to take in! As always, beautiful writting
Jude On 27/11/2011 21:35:18
Again, a new twist and a hard one to take in! As always, beautiful writting
Ugo On 27/11/2011 20:03:29
Oh men thns dey happen o...
all bcos of tht "paper".....!

Erdoo On 27/11/2011 19:05:57
What!!!!! My jaw is still hanging! Wow! Myra, I agree with u, ashes dey try no be small! Good one, Amaka, both thumbs up.
Harriet On 27/11/2011 18:54:55
What!!! OMG!!! I'm lost for words. Can't wait 4 d next one.
Myra On 27/11/2011 18:23:13
One word.....DISGUSTING! Ashes dey try ooooo.
on point On 27/11/2011 17:31:40
What!!! Nice one, nice one. It happens in the world(and in naija too) but i can imagine the shock value to your nigerian audience. 'At the end of the day, some things are just simply too wrong'. Correct twist, i am loyal.
fifi On 27/11/2011 16:02:10
this is serious oooooo ewwwooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Jekwu On 27/11/2011 15:06:27
Its about tym. Av bin cumin into d site al day jst to view dis chapter. Mehn dis is a big twist. So u left wit her? Cnt bliv i wil hav to wait til sunday to see wt hapns nxt.

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