She wanted N5, 000 for sex

She wanted N5, 000 for sex…

By Samod Biobaku

Sixthsense34@yahoo.com

Coming on the heels of several requests from readers and fans from Nigeria, U.S, U.K, Australia and the rest of Europe, I once again decided to embark on another nocturnal outing.

This time however, the venue was not Lagos – It was Edo State; Benin precisely.

Unlike the previous piece I wrote titled ‘What PHCN Made Me Do;’ which was born out of a non participant observatory stance, this time, I decided to participate and breathe some life into it to see how intimate the night could get.

I arrived in Benin on a Monday and was scheduled to return to Lagos on Tuesday morning but I was eager to sample the impulse of my host state.

Shortly before I was lodged into my hotel room, I visually took in the state’s expansive commercial hub and could not help but notice the flourishing hotel business in the state’s capital city. Lagos equally boasts of its own fair share of hotels but this was nothing compared to what I saw in Edo State. Without exaggerating, it was a hotel for every two structure I came across as I was conveyed to the hotel.

Upon arrival at the hotel, I was promptly lodged into a room on the second floor while members of my entourage were scattered into other floors and rooms in the hotel.

As I unlocked the door to my room and stepped in, I was greeted with the sight of a bed large enough for four and was beautifully cloaked in a white bed sheet and duvet. I was not stunned when this bed voicelessly called unto me. I remained at the door for over two minutes and continued to resists the call of the bed for as long as I could until I eventually decided to cast my mind on how the rest of the day would go.

There were two things I had to do before returning to Lagos – First was to attend an official event scheduled for 8pm and then my second objective was to feed my naturally inquisitive mind for the rest of the night. The event was held within the walls of one of Edo’s finest hotels (name withheld) and shortly past midnight, the event had come to an end and the after-party was declared open for members of my entourage interested in spending the rest of the night on the dance floor.

I am not one to tarry on indecision for too long and so when I was asked if I was interested in the after-party or would prefer to be chauffeured back to my hotel, I expressed my preference for the latter as I had certain intimate agendas for the rest of the night.

Some members of my entourage naturally stayed back at the venue of the event while I returned to the hotel. Upon arrival, rather than retire to my room to cuddle the bed sheet and duvet, I paused at the entrance of the hotel, crossed to the other side of the road into a bar to feed my eyes and thoughts for the rest of the night. I was not keen on the brand of drinks or food the bar had to offer. Rather, what I was interested in was the caliber of girls in and around the bar. I was not new to this and knew precisely what I wanted. I was in search of a young beautiful lady with enough physical, mental and sensual fire power to keep me fully engaged for a greater part of the night.

Tragically, as I scanned the bar, I was distraught to discover that I could not find a single lady with the kind of spec I craved. The more I scanned, the more agitated I became not because I could not find a pretty girl but none of them possessed enough visual appeal for me to drool over. After 5 minutes, I knew what I had to do. I instinctively returned to poolside bar of the hotel I was lodged into and joined a friend at his table. On my way there, I had asked one of the hotel’s staff; a handsome young chap to come with me. After the bar man took my order, I intimated the young chap about how boring the night had been and that nothing would make me happier than the presence of a gorgeous dame to engage for the rest of the morning as it was already about 2am. I was quick to add that I was not one to settle for a regular run on the mill girl and urged him to keep an eye out for a girl who would be worth the trouble adding that he should also get one for my friend.

My friend and I kept sipping our drinks until I heard the mobile clicks of heels behind me and without turning around, I knew the girls had arrived.

I was eager to have controlled fun but I did not bargain for what happened next. First, a dark-skinned girl same into view and then came a fair skinned girl. If I thought this was all, I was terribly wrong. Within seconds, a third girl came into view and then a fourth. Wow! My friend and I had requested for two girls but now, we had four girls and two guys. I politely asked them to take their seats and when they came into full view, I instantly saw another problem. The girls were not… - now let me see which phrase to use… Yes! They were not ‘on-point’ as my Lagos peeps would say. As they took their seats, I instantly struck out two of them from my radar – a fat girl that had folds on her belly and arms and was just not pretty (at all) and a fair girl had more colours on her face than an Asian masquerade. This left two others; a slim girl with pretty eyes and straight legs (yet was merely average in her statistical rating) and another chocolate-complexioned girl with big breasts and a not-so generous backside.

After asking the bar man to get them drinks, I engaged them in a chat. The big breasted girl introduced herself as Abidemi and the others; Jennifer (the slim girl), Ify and Favour. I looked straight into Abidemi’s eyes and though I would have loved to cast her for the lead role in the drama coming into focus in my mind, I could see beyond her seemingly calm disposition. There was something uncertainly wild and off about her. I possess a sixth sense that I have relied on over the years and this familiar voice struck deafening alarm bells in my head. I looked at the slim girl to my left and I instinctively welcomed the serenity that her gaze, voice and poise held.

Suddenly, I maintained a neutral vocal and visual projection and asked in a whisper: “Ladies! So, my dear… What happens now?” The fat girl I was not in the least interested in was the one to answer and she said: “Well, you’ll have to tell us.” I smiled casually and said: “There are four of you (the girls) and there’s just two of us (my friend and I)…” At this point, she smiled back and remained quiet. I told them to excuse me for a minute and stepped out into the lobby with my friend. At the lobby, I summoned the dude who brought them and asked him why he brought four girls instead of just two and he said he just wanted to give us variety. I also made him realize that I was not impressed by the quality of girls he brought.

My friend then asked me which of the girls I wanted and deep inside me, I knew I had the entire thing planned out. I told him it was going to be either Abidemi or Jennifer adding that I was not interested in sharing my bed with two girls at the same time – what many would term a ‘threesome.’

I asked the chap who brought them how much each one would want to retire with us into our rooms and he said he was going to find out from them. He instantly left for the pool side and by the time he returned, he told me that they wanted N7, 000 each. I could not help laughing out loud. I then asked my friend to remain at the lobby while I went back in to re-negotiate with the girls.

Back at the pool side, I told the girls point blank that we only needed two of them and that we would arrange for transportation for the other two. I then said to them: “Your escort just told me you requested for N7, 000 each. Is this true?” At this point, Abidemi was the one to speak: “Yes!” I smiled again, and let my sight linger on each one of them then said: “Common girls! That’s a bit too steep. It’s already 3am and N7, 000 is quite on the high side.” I had now focused my attention on the slim and tall girl named Jennifer and she said to me: “Ahan! But seriously it’s not too much o. We know you guys can afford more than that…” The conversation went on for a while and then Jennifer asked: “Okay! So how much do you want to give us?” I looked her straight in the eye and replied: “Well, I was looking at N3, 000.”

I noticed a line of worry on her face and she shook her head in disagreement and tried to make me understand that she could not have sex with me at that rate. I asked her the minimum she would collect to give me a sexual thrill and she said: “The least I can collect is N5, 000 o.” No matter what I said after this point, she remained adamant on collecting N5, 000 and added: “If you make me happy, I will make you very happy too.”

I gently rose from my seat, returned to the lobby and told their escort (or pimp if you prefer that tag) that I was no longer interested.

(I kept smiling) You should have seen the way he begged on their behalf. He begged me to have a change of heart noting that the girls were only fronting and that they would collect whatever I gave them when they got into our rooms. Deep within me, I knew from the word ‘go’ how I wanted my night to end but I simply let him know that I had made up my mind. I told my friend I was going up to my room but before leaving, I dipped my hand into my back pocket and gave their escort N2, 000 to return them to wherever he brought them from. My friend however, did not share my preference to sleep alone on the massive bed upstairs and also tried to talk me into having a rethink but like I said, I was (personally) following a mental script and still refused.

As I waved goodbye to the escort and walked towards the elevator, I heard running footsteps behind me and turned around. It was the girls’ escort and he told me that the slim girl asked him to come and apologise to me on her behalf and that she really wanted to go up with me to my room. At this point, I cast my sight towards the lobby and there she was; looking very pretty and even from the distance, I could see the look of appeal in her eyes, her straight legs and how she would gladly wrap them around me, her tender cleavage and the erect end of her nipples against her blouse, her moist lips and the many things she could with them (if allowed to) and the many other sweet pleasures she was looking forward to. All these, I could see from a distance as she beckoned to me to come (with her palms clasped together).

What would you have done if you were in my shoes? I took one last look at her and was certain she would be angry with herself because ‘she (had) wanted N5, 000 for sex.’

I knew what I had to do and as I sustained eye contact with her from the distance, I hit the button at the door of the elevator and the stepped in the moment the door opened and that marked the end of my participant observation in Edo State.

Note: These are real life incidents and do not contain any element of fiction.