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|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 4:20pm On Nov 30, 2019|
Three months after Broda had sold our Child, I still felt empty and depressed.
I had no one to talk to as Broda had warned me severally not to talk about her and I was too ashamed to meet Mama or Nkiru. I drastically lost weight and People kept on asking if I was sick.
I tried hard not to think about her and held on to Broda's words that she was in a better environment.
On a Saturday morning, I was trying to get rid of the cobwebs on the ceiling with a mop. The end of the mop got caught at the handle of Broda's bag which hung on the wall. I tried to pull the mop free from his bag but his bag got torn in the process.
It was Broda's favorite bag and I was sure he would beat me up for getting it torn. I decided to take it to a shoe shiner to get if fixed before Broda returned.
I emptied the bag of it contents, it was just a few pieces of paper, most were crumpled. I was attracted to a blue paper and I picked it up. I saw it was a bank deposit slip.
"650 thousand!" I screamed.
I moved close to the window to get enough light on the paper just to make sure. Indeed, it was 650,000 naira. The deposit was made by Broda into his own personal bank account.
For the past year, Broda had always complained of being penniless. I always remitted all the money I made from doing menial jobs to him since we moved into our new room.
"Where did he get such an amount of money and Why didn't he let me know?" I asked myself.
I looked at the date on the slip and saw the deposit was made the same day he had given out our daughter.
"He sold our Baby for 650,000 naira" I said aloud.
I pushed the Director away from me and took a few steps backwards.
"Sorry Sir... I can't." I muttered and stared down at the floor.
He came closer to me and I stepped back. He stopped.
"Why...You no like me?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"Then what is it...Tell me."
"Uhmm...I, I am engaged." I said and let out a deep breath.
"Oh!" He walked back and sat on his desk.
We both stayed silent for a while. My chest felt tight.
"Why you no wear ring?" He asked.
"I forgot it at home." I lied.
Broda had only tied a loose string on my finger when he proposed. I had disposed the string hoping he would get a ring later on but he did not.
"You suppose wear your ring everywhere." He tapped his fingers on his desk. "No matter, You start as my secretary tomorrow." He stood up from his desk and walked over to his large chair.
"Your face go make my office look bright." He smiled at me.
"Sir, I'm okay with the factory work."
"Nonsense! You start tomorrow. 7am sharp. You can go now." He waved a hand at me.
I curtsied and hurriedly walked out of his office.
When I returned home from work, I decided not tell Broda what had happened a work. If I told him, he would have insisted the Director and I had gone beyond kissing. I kept quiet about it.
I thought it was best not to go to the Factory anymore.
I informed Broda of my decision that night and he yelled at me.
"Of what use are you to me? If you wan become burden to me better go your Mama house!" He screamed.
"I go find another work." I muttered.
"Which work? Secondary school dropout like you! Who wan give dullard like you job! To even see 5k a month work you think say na beans....See Cherry, no make me talk this night, just continue that work if you know wetin good for you." He said and laid on the mat.
I sat down on the floor with tears running down my face.
The next morning, I resumed work as the Director's secretary. When I entered the office, the cleaner was just rounding up her work and was about to leave.
When she left the office, I stood and looked around in confusion. I didn't know what to do. I decided to look busy by restacking some books on the shelf.
The door opened and the Director walked in.
"Good morning sir." I greeted and walked quickly to take his briefcase from him.
He smiled at me and walked to his seat.
I dropped his briefcase next to him and was about to leave when he called me back.
"Sir?" I turned to him.
He stood up from his chair and walked to where I stood.
"Where's your ring?" He asked staring down at my hands.
My heart began to beat fast and beads of sweat rolled down my forehead.
"Sir...i.. I forgot." I stuttered.
He grabbed me a kissed me. I tried to push him away but he held me tightly by my arms.
"You lied." He drew me closer and bit me softly
on my ear. "All liars go to hell."
"Sir, please stop." I said with a shaky voice as I tried to push him away. I was scared.
He pushed me against the wall and planted a kiss on my lips. I bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood.
"Arrgh!" He screamed and released me to nurse his lips. I turned to run but he grabbed me and threw me to the floor. We struggled for a while before he pinned both of my hands above my head.
"Leave me alone! Leave me alone!!" I cried.
"You're tough, I like it!" He smiled and tore my shirt. He used a torn piece of my shirt to tie my hands above my head.
"Please sir, abeg let me go....I no go tell anybody." I pleaded as I sobbed.
"No...no...don't cry." He said softly as he wiped at my tears. "I really like you, just relax." He sucked on the nape of my neck till I let out a deep moan.
"You see, you like it..." He kept on sucking on my neck as he pulled off my bra. He trailed his tongue down from my neck till he got to my left nipple and he sucked.
"Please...stop." I said weakly. I arched my back to push my breast deeper into his mouth.
He pulled up my skirt and pushed down my panties.
I jammed my laps together immediately. "Sir please! No...I have a fiance!" I cried.
He spread my thighs as I struggled. I relaxed when I felt his tongue on my clitoris.
I walked home slowly after work. . I tried my best not to cry but tears flowed freely from my eyes. I felt guilty.
I couldn't tell Broda what had happened. What could I say? The Director had raped me? That was far from the truth. I had begged him to insert his manhood into me after he had given me a mind blowing cunnilingus.
He handed me 10,000 naira to get lunch for myself afterwards which I initially rejected but he insisted.
We had another round of sex when he got back from an afternoon meeting and he didn't have to tie me down.
"Am I possessed?" I kept asking myself as I walked home.
I was wearing a different shirt, Broda was sure to notice. As I neared the gate I thought of an excuse. I saw Mekus running towards me.
"Cherry...where you dey since? I been dey wait..." He panted.
Before I could answer he spoke.
"Them just call me say Police don't arrest your Man."
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by leosmaria(m): 6:12pm On Nov 30, 2019|
Good one baby keep it coming
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 7:38pm On Nov 30, 2019|
Thanks. Sure thing
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by tahir01(m): 2:31pm On Dec 01, 2019|
Good o! Make she no bail am o. Make she forge ahead with the director.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 12:49pm On Dec 03, 2019|
I went to the Police station that evening to bail Broda. Mekus had refused to go along with me. He said the Police were unpredictable and they could tag him as Broda's cohort.
At the station's counter, after begging for Broda's release, I was asked to pay a sum of 8,000 naira. I paid with the money the Director had given me for lunch.
When we got home, I saw Broda had sustained several bruises from the beating the police had meted out on him during interrogation.
He told me the Police had raided the house where he was learning Internet fraud. There were about 20 boys in the house at the time of the raid, 14 boys were arrested while the rest escaped.
"Sorry." I mumbled after he explained. I was still nervous about my fling with the Director. Broda had spent his day in a dingy cell while I had my legs spread open for another man. I felt like a horrible person.
"How much the Police collect from your hand?" Broda asked as I pressed his bruises with a warm cloth.
I swallowed a lump in my throat. "8k..."
Broda turned to look at me with the corner of his eyes. "Where you see that kind money?"
"Na...na my friend...uhm Fatima from work... Na she given me." I stuttered. Sweat rolled from my forehead and my hear began to pound fast.
Broda slapped his thigh. "Why you just dey so daft?! You just dey too dull! Full 8k just waste like that?! You no fit give them 2k or 3k max?! You are too useless to me, I swear!" He yelled at me.
His words stung and I began to sob. The guilt of cheating and Broda's outburst made me sad.
"I...I nor know--"
"Wetin you know? Ehn Cherry?! Na why I say you daft!...You nor know anything! You finish school? No be dropout you be?...See now 8k don comot from your peanut salary, how much go come remain?" He fumed.
I stepped away from him in case he wanted to hit me.
"If I know, I for leave you for your Mama farm, carry girl wey wise...graduate wey get better work, not a bloody daft illiterate!" He spat at me.
Tears ran down my cheeks. Each word felt like bullet piercing through my chest.
We both stayed silent for a while.
"When you dey collect your salary?" Broda asked after a while.
"Next week." I sniffed.
"How that peanut go sustain us...only God know....You no dey add anything to my life..." Broda grumbled.
"Them don increase my salary." I blurted out. My heart beat quickened.
I wanted to prove to Broda I wasn't useless. I wanted his love and approval.
He turned to look at me. "To how much?"
He stared hard at me . "Which kind dirty joke be that?"
"No be joke...them promote me today." I lied.
I left out the part that I forked the Director.
Broda's frown turned to a smile.
"My Love!" He moved closer to me to hug and kiss me. "Why you no tell me since, make we celebrate?"
"I be wan tell you since but you been dey vex." I folded my arms and pouted. I enjoyed him doting on me.
"No...I no dey vex for you...how I go vex for my Queen? Na just the police wahala." He said and kissed me.
"Yes my love." I answered.
"Since you no get bank account, E better make them dey pay your salary into my personal account...E no good make you carry that kind cash come house." He said as he nibbled my ear.
"Okay...E better like that." I turned to kiss him.
I felt good. Broda didn't have to know the dirty details of my job, as long as it solves our money problems, our love would only grow stronger, I thought.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Ann2012(f): 1:01pm On Dec 03, 2019|
Cherry na mumu grade1
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Moura7(m): 2:09pm On Dec 03, 2019|
How can someone attain to such heights of stupidity and naivety all at once? Well the guy has completely shattered her self esteem would have been a good excuse but not to the point of staying with this devil after he sold her child
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Ayemileto(m): 2:14pm On Dec 03, 2019|
I dey tell you.
Her mumuism is on another level
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 3:06pm On Dec 03, 2019|
Sorry to my wonderful readers for the late post.
I promise to try harder to keep updating regularly.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by leosmaria(m): 3:45pm On Dec 03, 2019|
but this story dn de vex me oooooo which kind Mumu be dx let me keep watching baby girl ride
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by leosmaria(m): 3:46pm On Dec 03, 2019|
this story dn de vex me oooo. which kind Mumu be dx. ride on baby girl
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|Re: Dirty Hustlers by seunH: 3:58pm On Dec 03, 2019|
Moura7:Confirmed, when you shatter a girl's self esteem, you can do and undo, believe you me I've seen worse cases than above in fact you will call the girl "super mumu", but you see, when a girl's self esteem has been destroyed, its all over, how do you think boko haram convince all those girls to do crazy things? They first of all destroy their self esteem buy making them engage in degrading acts, at that point in time,they would now see themselves as a nobody hence easy tool, In fact they are some guys whose stock of trade is that; they lure young girls into despicable act, destroy their self esteem then turn them to sex slaves. In the case I'm handling I had to always tell her she is beautiful & intelligent and even tweaked her result a bit to buttress the above, its recently I started seeing progress. So my friend many things are happening, we should just pray none of our loved ones fall victim. !!!
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|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 5:48pm On Dec 03, 2019|
"Darling, Come spend the weekend at my place." The Director said as he massaged my bare bottom.
We just had bouts of sex. I was stark naked while he just had on a white office shirt and a loose tie around his neck, he was naked waist down. The office door was securely locked.
I was taken aback by his offer. We had never had any relation outside his office before. I scratched my scalp as I thought of a good excuse. The offer sounded tempting but Broda would have skinned me alive.
It had been two months since I got my new job position and to be honest, I enjoyed the job. I didn't do much work aside having sex with the Director anytime he wanted and serving drinks to his Visitors.
I was well paid. The Director usually handed me 5,000 naira or more to get lunch for myself during work days. I always gave the money to Broda, I had lied to him I got the extra money from selling stolen factory equipment and carton of noodles along with other workers in the company. Broda started treating me right. Things were moving smoothly at that point.
"Sir..." I began.
"Darling...I've told you not to call me sir, if you can't give me a sweet name then you should call me by my name, Musa." He said and playfully pinched my bum.
I laughed and pushed his hand away.
"OK...OK Musa, I cant..."
Musa frowned at me. "Why?"
"Uhm...I wan go visit my Mama for village.... I promise am say I go come visit this weekend." I lied through my teeth.
Musa rubbed his chin and thought for a while. "I think you talk say you no get phone." He turned to look at me suspiciously.
"I no get phone...I use my neighbour phone take call am."
"Hmmm...okay, get dressed. Let's go get you a phone." Musa announced. "You don dey talk say you go buy phone since, you nor gree buy, stingy girl." He laughed.
I jumped happily at first till the thought of what Broda would say flashed through my mind. Broda had always said I didn't need a phone.
"Musa...I'll get the phone myself, you don try for me. Thank you." I said.
"Nonsense! Let's go." He insisted.
I shook my head and pounced on him to distract him with another round of sex.
As I straddled him and lowered myself on his manhood, he groaned and pulled me close so my nose could touch his. He kissed me.
"Cherry my love....I just wish you could come live with me, live with me as my wife forever...."
Something stirred in my heart, I began to feel something for Musa.
That evening, I returned home and saw Broda and Mekus sitting on a bench in the porch of the uncompleted building. They were playing a game of Ludo, with bottles of beer by their feet.
I hissed as I turned to bolt the rusty gate. It had been two months since Broda got arrested. He had refused to go back to learn his 'Yahoo work' or any skill at all. He was a graduate of the University of Nigeria,Nsukka. He had more opportunities than I did and here he was wasting his time.
"Good evening." I mumbled and walked past the both of them and walked to the room.
In the room, I saw a pile of dirty plates and pots in a corner.
"What stopped him from washing the plates he used to eat? And he dey house since morning o." I hissed and took off my work clothes.
I tied a wrapper around my chest. I laid my back on the mat. I stared at the cement plastered ceiling as I thought of how I could have spent my weekend at Musa's place, the good food I could have eaten, I could have slept on a comfortable bed compared to the thin raffia mat on placed on a hard floor that I was laying on. I thought of how sweet Musa was till I fell asleep.
I felt a sharp blow on my back. The pain cut through my back bone. I winced in pain and sat up to rub my sore back.
I looked up and saw Broda holding out a used condom with his right hand and in his other hand was my unzipped bag.
His eyes were bloodshot.
I swallowed a thick lump in my throat and my bladder felt full all of a sudden.
"You Whoore! Wetin be this?!" Broda screamed on top of his lungs.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Wane2(m): 6:47pm On Dec 03, 2019|
This girl should just leave this devil before he uses her for rituals one day, at least she is starting to see his uselessness now that she has met someone whom she thinks is treating her right.
Thank you @Renderhelp for this wonderful work, it enlightens us to what some people go through daily in this world.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by leosmaria(m): 7:31pm On Dec 03, 2019|
thanks for the update. Pls don't stop updating. meanwhile, cherry run for your life
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by EdmundAlma: 7:38pm On Dec 03, 2019|
This cherry girl has to be plain stupid, low self-esteem or not , this is stupidity. How can you stay with a man that sold your child? And at that, you're a slave to him.. I'm not a violent person but I for don kill the man tey tey. How do you stay with a man who sold your own child, you have proof and you're still there and you people are saying low self-esteem. I wish I could just fast forward this story to when she gets sense.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by tahir01(m): 8:15pm On Dec 03, 2019|
Broda should just end her once and for all.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Moura7(m): 10:11pm On Dec 03, 2019|
nawa oo....this is really sad
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 11:22am On Dec 04, 2019|
"What is this?!" I shoved the blue slip to Broda's face as soon as he walked into the room.
"You sold my baby!" I cried out.
Broda grabbed the slip from my hand and squeezed the paper.
"Who you sell my pikin give?....Ritualists?! Because of money!" I threw myself to the floor and wailed.
Broda went on his knees beside me and cupped my face in his palms.
I pushed his hands away. "Leave me! Give me my pikin! I want my baby!" I screamed at him as I pounded his chest with my fists.
"Cherry, calm down!" He struggled to hold my hands. "I be no wan tell you before---"
I paused and stared at him with disdain. "Tell me wetin?" I sat up and wiped off the catarrh running down my nostrils. "I no want that evil money...just send the money back and bring our daughter." I sobbed as my heart grew heavy.
Broda pursed his lips as he rubbed my shoulder.
"I no sell am...I don tell you before, I no sell am..."
"I'm not stupid!" I spat at him. "Where you come see that money?! Where--"
"Cherry...Calm down and hear me out. I tell the couple wey carry the baby say I no want any money, I just wan give them the pikin as me and you no fit cater for am....I explain give them say I no get work , they con say make I take this money take settle myself...So when we get other children along the line, we go fit take care of them."
He took my hands into his and looked into my eyes.
"Cherry, I love you and I no go fit do anything to hurt you, talk less of my pikin. I want the best for us....The money, I wan use am take develop myself...I dey do all these to give you a good life, life wey you deserve."
He held my hands more firmly.
"I want make you trust me no matter what...I need your hundred percent trust, I no want any doubt in our relationship, especially when i make you my wife. Swear say you go forever trust me and you go dey loyal no matter what."
I sniffed and nodded.
"Swear." He urged.
"I swear." I said.
He smiled as he wiped my tears and gave me a hug.
"Please... Please...." I knelt on the mat and rubbed my palms together to plead with him. My body went weak as I began to tremble.
He threw the used condom to my face. The content inside splattered all over my face and dripped down to my neck. I wanted to use my wrapper to wipe away the semen but Broda stopped me.
"Leave it there...Rotten whoore! That is what you deserve!!" He screamed at me as he flung my bag to the side.
He walked towards me and grabbed me by the neck. He pressed down on my throat as he lifted me from my knees.
"Please...please." I choked.
I held his arms and tried to loosen his grip on my neck but it was of no use, he was far more stronger than I was.
I looked at his face. His eyes were red with tears running down his cheeks. The veins in his neck popped.
He lifted me up till my feet dangled in the air. I kicked and struggled till I couldn't breathe.
The room began to spin and my head felt as light as a feather.
"Tell me! Who dey drill you?!"
The room went dark all of a sudden.
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|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Ann2012(f): 12:39pm On Dec 04, 2019|
Mumu geh, Broda can kill her na, since she no get sense
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by EdmundAlma: 4:52pm On Dec 04, 2019|
Please kill her, at least we won't have to deal with her stupidity again
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Wane2(m): 11:03pm On Dec 04, 2019|
EdmundAlma:Lol ah ah! Then who will now be telling us the story na?
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by EdmundAlma: 4:46pm On Dec 05, 2019|
I don't even know, as long as I don't have to deal with her stupidity.. I think it's because I keep forgetting it's just a story
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by leosmaria(m): 5:24pm On Dec 05, 2019|
Renderhelp, renderbaby, Pls come and update
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 8:20pm On Dec 05, 2019|
Aye sir, working on it
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by tahir01(m): 8:14am On Dec 06, 2019|
OP come and Update o. Can't leave us hanging like this Na.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by leosmaria(m): 6:12pm On Dec 06, 2019|
baby please na
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 10:27am On Dec 07, 2019|
"Cherry, E don do...no cry again. Just relax here make I go to talk to am...easy o." Mekus spoke softly to me as he assisted me to sit on his tattered mattress.
The pain in my throat was excruciating and I had a headache. I moved to lay on his bare mattress. I didn't care that it looked dirty or bedbug infested, I was too tired.
Mekus had rescued me from Broda. If not for him, I would have been referred to as a corpse.
"You need water? Make I get you paracetamol?" Mekus asked. He looked worried.
I shook my head weakly and thanked him.
"Make I go talk to am. Just calm down and relax. Everything go dey Alright." He assured me and walked out of his room.
I curled on the mat in a fetal position as I wondered if Broda would ever forgive me. All the beatings I had received from him had never gotten to the point of him wanting to kill me.
I felt guilty that I had cheated on him. I should have told him the truth right at the beginning. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed me to continue to work at the company. I was a tramp, I concluded.
I prayed to God to touch his heart to forgive me, after all, I did it for Broda. I gave him all the money the Director had given me. I just didn't want to be a liability to him, I had to prove I was useful somehow.
I cried myself to sleep.
I felt light taps on my shoulder. I woke up to see it was Mekus.
"Good morning, hope your body dey fine?"
"Morning?" I was alarmed and I stood up quickly.
I had passed the night in Mekus room, Broda would kill me.
Mekus noticed my uneasiness. "Don't worry, I stay with am for una room for night. He don calm down, you fit go meet am, talk to am..."
"Abeg, you fit come with me?" I dreaded meeting Broda. Even if he was calm as Mekus had claimed, I didn't know what to say to him, There is no good excuse for cheating.
"Don't worry, nothing go happen. Una need talk in private." Mekus said calmly.
My mouth went dry as I nodded and walked out of his room.
As I got closer to our room, my pulse quickened. My palms were damp with sweat. I wished I could sink into the ground and never come out.
I entered quietly into the room and saw Broda staring out the window. I wanted to greet him but I was too scared to do so. I stood close to the doorway ready to make a run for it.
He noticed my presence after a few minutes as he turned to look at me. I stared at the floor to avoid his eyes as guilt and shame engulfed me.
The silence in the room was painful and heavy.
"The only reason you dey breathe na because of Mekus, go thank am, he be your god." Broda said calmly and turned his back on me to stare out the window.
"Who dey screw you?" He asked calmly.
My bladder felt too full all of a sudden. I began to tremble as I thought of the best way to answer the question without provoking him.
My tears mixed with sweat. "Its...Na--Na just one Man...just one person." I stammered.
I fumbled with my moist fingers. "Mu...Musa."
Broda turned to look at me with disgust. "Na aboki you dey fork?"
I shook my head vigorously.
"Na my director, for work." I spoke with a low voice.
Broda laughed, I looked up to see him shaking his head.
"Because of promotion! Small 80k, you spread your leg wide...one for Lagos, the other one reach Kano! Cheap Sluut!"
His words tore into me like a sharp blade. Tears gushed out of my eyes.
"I've always known you are dumb and useless! Very daft! Everything you just dey too slow...Your mates wet dey do runs, Na mansion them dey build, see big big cars wey them dey drive...but you, nothing to show for it!"
He stared at me with disdain and I closed my eyes to cry.
"How long una don dey fork?"
I sniffed. "About 2 months."
I heard him groan. "Na relationship una get na."
I shook my head.
"Which one be no...2 months no be beans."
I got down to my knees to beg him. "Please...I go quit the job... I no go ever do am again...I be just wan help---"
"Help who?! Na yourself you dey help!"
"Na you I give all the money...I no keep any for myself, I swear!"
Catarrh ran freely down my nostrils. He silently watched me cry.
He walked to the other side of the room and grabbed a small stool. He came towards me to place the stool in front of me and he sat on it.
My heart pounded wildly as I panicked. I mentally prepared myself for a punch or slap.
He faced me squarely.
"You say this man na director for the company, right?
I swallowed as I nodded.
"Na him place you for 80k salary?"
I nodded again.
"You don ask am for money before?"
I shook my head.
"Good. Na him dey give you all those 5k, 10k wey you lie say na stolen goods you dey sell?"
Broda rubbed his chin and smiled.
"Remove your clothes." He ordered.
I looked at him, confused.
I stood up quickly and did what he said. He beckoned on me to go back to my knees as I removed the last piece of clothing.
I felt less as I knelt down butt naked in his presence.
"Where una dey do am? For his house or una dey lodge for hotel?"
Hot blood rushed to my cheeks. I was ashamed.
Broda raised a hand to hit me but he stopped.
"I don promise Mekus say I no go touch you but if you no cooperate, I go do wetin dey my mind and you no go like am. Answer me!" He urged.
I bowed my head. "Office." I murmured
Broda broke out in laughter. "Like the dog you are." He said and spat on my face.
I wanted to wipe away his saliva but he stopped me.
He kept on laughing at me as I cried. My body shook with each sob. I hated myself.
Broda stopped laughing. " Our engagement is canceled. I no want do again...you fit go meet your rich man."
I widened my eyes at him and shook my head. "Please...please.... I love you...no leave me." I held his leg tightly as I begged.
He watched me as I begged.
"Okay...just do as I say, if I see say you loyal, I fit marry you at the end, because Na wetin go benefit both of us I dey look out for."
"I go do am...I go do am." I was desperate. I couldn't risk Broda leaving me. I still loved him.
"You love the man?" Broda asked as he looked deep into my eyes.
"No." I said firmly, I didn't look away. I tried to believe what I felt for the Director was just plain lust.
"Now...you go write down him name and surname for me. The name of the company too. You dey hear me so?"
I sniffed and nodded. I wondered what he was up to. I hoped he didn't have plans to harm the Director.
"On Monday, when you resume work, I want make una continue with the relationship... Give am sweet love. I go visit you for your office, you go introduce me as your elder brother."
'Oh God, not again!' I thought.
"You hear me?" Broda asked.
"If you try anything stupid, I go kill you. Any money wey he give you no touch am for any reason at all... If you want make we still marry, I have to trust you... You don already destroy that trust, I dey give you second chance to build am back."
I heaved a sigh of relief. "I no go dissapoint you, I swear." I assured him.
Broda stood up from the stool as he painfully grabbed me by my hair. I whimpered as he made me face the wall.
He pressed my head down till I was bent on all fours.
"Stay like that." He ordered.
I felt a hot slap on my bare bottom and I grunted.
I jumped as he probed my anal hole with his manhood. I turned to look at him with wide eyes.
He pushed my head back down and threatened to hit me if I moved.
He forced himself deep into my anus and I cried out in pain.
He drove fast and tore into me as he pounded. I felt a warm and sticky liquid seep out of me, I suspected it was blood.
"From now on...na this hole I go dey use." Broda grunted as he increased his pace.
My face was contorted with pain and I bit down on my lip to keep myself from screaming. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to blur out the pain.
If this was the price I had to pay, so be it. I promised to do everything I could to gain Broda's love and trust again.
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|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 10:29am On Dec 07, 2019|
I apologize for my tardiness sir....hope you like my new update?
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by leosmaria(m): 11:18am On Dec 07, 2019|
Renderhelp:thanks so much, I love it. but I just don't know how to describe cherry
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Ann2012(f): 12:32pm On Dec 07, 2019|
This Cherry na number 1 mumu
I'm so mad and angry right now.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 5:35pm On Dec 07, 2019|
I resumed work the next Monday. I was anxious about Broda coming to see Musa.
"Darling, how is your mum? Hope you enjoyed your stay at the village?" Musa asked sweetly as I sat on his laps and played with his soft curly hair.
"She's fine." I replied.
If only he knew how horrible my weekend had been, I sighed.
Musa planted a deep kiss on my lips. "I missed you." He whispered.
I recoiled from him. I remembered I was still spotting blood from my anus. I shuddered as my mind flashed back to what Broda did to me during the weekend.
I stood up from Musa's laps and sat on the couch next to him. I thought it was a good time to let him know about Broda's visit.
"My elder brother dey Lagos... I told him so much about you, he talk say he wan see you...he go come today."
Musa's face went blank immediately.
"You get brother?" He asked with a frown.
"Yes...my elder brother... He be the first born."
"You tell am about me? I think say we agree say nobody go know about us?"
My heart sank. I thought he loved me. He had even asked me to spend the weekend at his place. Was he ashamed of me?
"Na only my brother I tell." I spoke sadly.
"Cherry, a deal is a deal. You have to Learn to stick to your words." He said firmly. "Since you don already ask am to come, no wahala...No tell any other person say we get anything." He shrugged.
I Stared at him and concluded he didn't really love me, he was only using me for sex. Broda was right, other men were only after my body, no man could ever love a broke school dropout like me, I thought to myself as I walked to the restroom to cry.
Broda came into the office around 2pm in the afternoon. He exchanged pleasantries with Musa and they talked for a while.
I excused myself from the office and sat outside to wait. I was still sour at Musa's attitude. To think I had almost fallen in love with him.
Broda came out from the office and asked me to walk with him to the gate.
"So na Arab you dey fork?...I be think say na Hausa or Fulani" Broda sneered at me.
Blood rushed to my cheeks and I bent my head.
"The man get money, we go hit am big." Broda chuckled as he placed a hand over my shoulder. "We just need play our cards right."
When we got to the gate, I bade him goodbye and walked back to the office.
That night, Broda and I laid side by side on our mat. We had a lot of gists and laughs. I was in a happy mood.
"I want make you get belle for Musa." Broda said suddenly.
I jerked up from the mat and stared at him with surprise. I looked at his face for a sign that he was joking but it seemed he was serious about what he said.
I shook my head vigorously. "I no fit!"
He sat up and held my hand.
"Cherry, we need get the man to dey committed... That man fit give us up to 15 or 20 million naira, we just need get where to take hook am and that na the only way."
I removed my hand from his and shook my head again. How could he suggest such a thing, I thought.
"Cherry, be considerate...you know say this man, him pocket full and we need the money. You...well, if you demand for that kind money he no go give you...many girls dey wey he fit take replace you adding to the fact say you no too bright, the man just dey manage you....Na the belle sure pass. We go use the money take travel abroad, start our family and live better life...I just want the best for us baby." Broda grabbed my waist and kissed my cheek.
I pulled away from him.
"Wetin we go do with the pikin?" I asked as my mind flashed back to my first daughter who Broda had given away.
Broda hissed. "That one no be problem...The belle no go reach 7 months before we comot am. By then, with God's grace, the man go don pay up."
Tears ran down my eyes as I weighed the gravity of his plan, I didn't want to lose another child. How many more children would I have to sacrifice to fulfil Broda's dream? I asked myself.
"Why don't you just get me pregnant and we go talk say na him get the belle. With that, no need for abortion... He go still pay the money and we go born the pikin for abroad..."
"God forbid!" Broda waved his hands over his head and snapped his fingers. "You no fit carry my belle come dey fork another man, na big taboo where I come from, you and the pikin go just die self....and besides, we nor fit born now, make we settle for abroad first, life no dey easy there o!"
Broda moved closer to me and held me tight to his body. "Cherry do am for me, for us...for our future children."
"I can't..." I sobbed.
He pushed me away from him. I almost hit my head on the brick wall.
"You be one very selfish person!" He screamed at me. "All you think about is yourself! You think say I dey happy say you wan carry another man belle? You think say na only me go enjoy the money?! I dey make plans for you, I dey secure your future... You for still dey village dey slave away for your Mama farm...You think say the Arab love you? He just dey use your body! When better, classy babes full ground. Na local girl like you he go dey mess with...no wonder he dey lock you dey fork you for office." He stood up and punched the wall.
I was frightened. I shifted to a corner on the mat and bent my knee to my breasts.
"See, I don try for you...never for once wey I don ever cheat on you since we meet, na you carry your dirty pussy go fork....Tomorrow, gently pack your things comot...All my plans with you don cancel, no marriage again!"
Broda turned to face the wall as he panted.
I felt terrible. I didn't want to lose Broda because of Musa who didn't love me. I caused all of this, I shouldn't have cheated in the first place, Broda only wanted to make something good out of a horrible situation. He was doing it for us. I thought.
I stood up and walked to him.
"I will do it." I said and sniffed.
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