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Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Kaduna State Government 2019 Recruitment Into Public Service. How To Apply by duch12(m): 11:31am On Oct 03, 2019
Makanjuola89:
Alhamdulillah I have been shortlisted. I am not an indigene tho
Alhamdulillah!!
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Kaduna State Government 2019 Recruitment Into Public Service. How To Apply by duch12(m): 11:28am On Oct 03, 2019
Just got the mail now. I am not from Kaduna and don't know anyhow there, hopefully, this is the breakthrough I have been waiting for, for 4 years.
Family / Re: Beautiful Lady Marries A Blind Man In Lafia (Photos) by duch12(m): 8:49pm On Sep 08, 2019
culf:
being blind doesn't make him less a man, we have alot of them in school them.
He's a lecturer with Federal Univeraity of Lafia and currently doing his Msc.

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Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Nigerian Air Force DSSC Enlistment 2017 by duch12(m): 12:04pm On Dec 17, 2018
assurancefemi:
Have you gone for the screening?

Yes,I am in Kaduna now
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Nigerian Air Force DSSC Enlistment 2017 by duch12(m): 6:11am On Dec 15, 2018
assurancefemi:
Please those in KD

I.m skeptical about going for the screening...cause there was a little error in my slips

Its showing a different state of origin. Can it be rectified? Or what do you guys think?


I have the same problem though mine is different LG. I have faith that things will work for the better.
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Nigerian Air Force DSSC Enlistment 2017 by duch12(m): 8:18pm On Dec 08, 2018
Hey guys, I have got a little problem and I don't know what to do. During registration, i mistakenly put another local government and now I am shortlisted. What do I do?
Literature / Re: Writertain Writers League (instruction And Discussion Thread) by duch12(m): 9:31pm On Nov 30, 2018
Storm


She walked into the room and saw him lying on the floor. She rushed and bent beside him. She put a finger near his nose then below his jaw; no pulse.
She emptied the content of her bag on the floor and searched for her phone. She found it and pressed the power button; the phone was dead!
'Shit,' she said and threw the phone on the bed.
She pressed his chest hard thrice and heard a crack. Her heart jumped to her mouth. She has fractured his ribs! Beads of sweat began forming on her forehead. Run! A voice in her head said. She quickly packed the things she had thrown on the floor back into the bag, took her phone and dashed towards the door.
She came face-to-face with Jane.
'You killed him!' Jane said with trembling lips.
Literature / Re: Writertain Writers League (entries And Judges Only) by duch12(m): 3:31pm On Nov 09, 2018
Royver:
9 and 19 I choose you (Dutch12, Kusibe77)
11 and 15 though is a tie. I don't know who to pick.
Sigh.
Modified.
I choose 15. Devilmaycry.

So divepen. My choices are
9 - duch12 15 - devilmaycry 19 - Kusibe77.
I will add these to my camp.
Thanks.
Wow, thanks a lot for giving me a second chance. I promise not disappoint you.

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Literature / Re: Writertain Writers League .... Registration Thread by duch12(m): 3:47pm On Sep 13, 2018
I am interested.
Literature / Re: Theory X--- A Crime Thriller by duch12(m): 10:22am On May 24, 2018
tunjilomo:
Nice story
thank you
Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 8:22am On Mar 21, 2018
Damibiz:
Sorry for being away that long....i'm writting examination....not withstanding,u re doing a good work,keep it up

Success is yours bro�
Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 6:34pm On Mar 20, 2018
Episode Nineteen





James sat in front of the laptop, trying to make a new beat; it has been awhile since he released a song. Adeola was right, his fan-base was gradually declining. Even the comments and likes he gets on posts are insignificant. The door was opened with force and he turned around to see who it was. Funmi walked in, fuming. He has never seen her that angry before. He stood up and strode to her, holding her hands. She withdrew her hands away from his. He stared at her confused.
'Why are you...' She hissed and eyed him. He raised his brows surprised. He turned to the other people in the studio and signalled to them to leave. They picked up their things and walked out. 'What is happening Funmi?'
She didn't say a word, she stretched forth her hand towards him. He glanced at the phone in her hand then looked at her. She stared at him with a stern look. He sighed, chuckled and collected the phone from her. She folded her arms around and began tapping her feet on the floor. He raised his brows confused wondering what was going on. He bowed his head to the phone and read the headline. He raised his head and looked at her then returned his eyes to the phone. He refused to raise his head to look at her after reading the story. He began sweating on his forehead and palms. He could feel her piercing look on his skin. He slowly raised his head and looked into her eyes.
'I can explain baby, it was before we met,' he said moving towards her. She raised her hand in the air, stopping him. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
'So it is true what the media are saying,' she said biting her lower lip.
'Please hear my own side of the story baby.'
'Don't baby me you bloody love-peddler!' She yelled, hitting him hard in the chest. He stood rooted to the floor, shoulder dropped.
'It happened before we met.'
'And you didn't bother to tell me? Why am I even listening to your cheap explanations?' She laughed with pain in her tune.
'This can be settled baby.'
She snatched her phone away from him. 'My mother was right, you can pick up a pig, wash and cloth it but it will remain a pig forever. It is over between us,' she said and stormed out of the studio. He followed her out and held her hands.
'Please don't do that Funmi, it was only a one night stand and I swear i didn't know about it until now.'
She pulled her hands away from his and scoffed. 'Now that she is pregnant for you, you can go and continue from where you people stopped. I have made up my mind, it is over between us.'
He knelt in front of her and held one of her legs, looking up at her. 'You're the only woman i love Funmi, please try to understand."
'Yet you went on to sleep with another woman,' she said and chuckled.
'It was before we met and...'
'You're wasting your time James, I am not going back on my words,' she said, yanked off his hands from her leg and trudged away.
She sat on the floor and covered his face with his hands. Tears river down from his eyes, wetting his shirt. He heard Funmi shouting on the gate-man to open the gate and then the sound of the gate opening and closing. He raised his head, jerked up abruptly and dashed towards the gate. She stopped a taxi, glanced at him before hopping in. He ran to the taxi and tried opening the door. She said something to the driver and he zoomed off, brushing him away. He stood, rooted to the ground as he watch the taxi drove away until it went out of his sight. He wiped the tears on his face with the back of his palm and went into the house, took a car key and drove out of the house.
He parked the car outside the black gate and came out. He pushed the gate open with his leg, entered the house and stomped angrily in the direction of her flat. The people sitting around turned to look at him as he walk without looking in their direction. He climbed up the stairs, jumping some stairs and stopped in front of the third door by the right. He banged on the door violently with his fist, gnashing his teeth.
'Who is it that want to bring down my door?' A female voice asked from inside.
He fisted his hands, ready to attack as he heard footsteps approach and stopped behind the door. He moved closer to the door as it unlocks and came open. A lady in black tank top and red bum short appeared as the door opened. Her mouth dropped and her eyes bulged immediately she saw him. She tried closing the door, he put one of legs inside and pushed the door open. He held her neck, shut the door and pinned her to the wall. She held his hand and began struggling to free herself.
'You bitch! What do you need from me?' He yelled at her as she continued struggling. She tried talking but couldn't.
His eyes fell on the big bump and he quickly let go of her. She collapsed on the floor and began coughing profusely, holding her neck. He scratched his head, blew air through his mouth, sighed and walked to the cushion. She stood up, went to the kitchen and drank a cup of water then returned back to the sitting room. He looked up at her sternly and bit his lower lip.
'Why didn't you inform me first instead of going to the media?' He asked swallowing hard, his forehead squeezed.
'I tried calling you, I DMed you, all to no vail,' she replied folding her arms on her chest and rolled her eyes.
'And you don't know my house?'
'I am sorry,' she looked away.
'Sorry won't help, your stupid decision has caused me a good woman,' he said almost to himself and lowered his head. They were silent for some minutes, he raised his head and looked at her then glanced at the bump. 'How long are you gone?'
'Seven months.'
'The baby will be due in two months right?' She nodded. 'Come to the house tomorrow let's begin preparation to welcome our child,' he stood up and walked to the door.
'Jay,' she called walking towards him. He turned around to face her.
She stood inches away from him and raised herself up on het toes and tried kissing him. He moved his head backwards and stared into her eyes then sighed.
'That is not necessary Bamike.'
She nodded embarrassed and looked away. He turned around, opened the door an walked out.


P.S: You can read succeeding episodes on my blog www.idriswrite.
A new story is starting tomorrow on my blog
Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 12:07pm On Mar 19, 2018
Episode Eighteen




Jeffery went to the club like any other Friday and sat alone at the VIP section. He ordered a bottle of Martini and looked around, sipping quietly. Nothing seems to impress him at the club that day; not the strippers or the loud music being played. Two strippers walked to him and flashed their bosoms at him. He looked away immediately and hissed under his breath. The strippers, who knew him to be a very interesting person, looked at each other, surprised at his outlandish behaviour. They sat beside him and put their hands all over his body. He shut his eyes tightly and breathed in, trying to be in charge of his anger. One of the strippers slides her hand into trousers and broke the last straw. He held her hand, brought it out of his trouser and flung it away.
‘What impudence is this?’ he yelled at them. The strippers mortified stood up, hissed and walked away.
He hissed, picked up his drink and gulped it down. He obliviously glanced at the bar and saw a known face. He looked back to the bar to confirm. Brian stood near the bar, a glass in one hand and the other placed on the slab. Their eyes met and he waved at Jeffery. Jeffery smiled and waved back at him then gestured to him to come over. Brian guzzled the drink and dropped the glass on the slab. He walked and sat beside Jeffery.
‘Brian right?’ Jeffery asked, beaming. Brian nodded, a smile escaping from his lips.
‘You didn’t forget my name.’
‘I don’t forget people’s name that easily,’ Jeffery lied. He fixated on Brian with a smile on his lip. Brain looked around then cleared his throat and leered at Jeffery.
‘I know you’re gay,’ Brain said staring into Jeffery’s eyes. Jeffery’s Adam’s apple bobbed as the smile on his face varnished away instantly. He opened his mouth and tried saying something but no word came out. He flicked his eyes. ‘Don’t worry, I am bisexual; your secret is safe with me,’ Brian winked and smiled.
Jeffery closed his eyes and sighed relieved, rubbing his hands over his face. ‘I was really scared.’
‘That’s understandable. Being gay or bisexual in this part of the world is a risky thing. This club is boring, I know a gay club in Lekki. Your identity is very safe there.’
‘I am sorry but I can’t risk doing that. I am in the public eyes and you know those bloggers have yes all over Lagos.’
Brian nodded in agreement. ‘That’s true. Can we go somewhere, I know you like me and I like you too,’ Brian said, winked and licked his lips seductively. Jeffery scoffed and shook his head.
‘You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into you flirt.’
‘I am ready for whatever you have.’
Jeffery whistled at a waitress paid for the drink and they left for the parking lot. They entered Jeffery's car and zoomed out of the club. The arrived at Jeffery's Epe house forty minutes later and parked in the walkway. Jeffery pulled Brian towards him and grabbed his lips, locking it in a passionate kiss. Their hands travelled to places in the bodies. Jeffery unlocked his lips from Brain's, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house. He pushed him on the couch and began including each other.
'Wait!' Brain said interruptedly.
'What's it?' Jeffery asked panting.
'Condom,' Brain said sitting up.
'Don't worry yourself about that,' Jeffery replied and lifted him into one of the rooms.
He was woken up by the continuous ringing of his phone. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at Brian who was sound asleep. He smiled mischievously, crept out of bed, took a towel from the bathroom, tied it around his waist and tiptoed out to the sitting room. He brought out the phone from the pocket of his trouser and glanced at the screen. Five missed calls from Fred. He was about calling him back when his call came through. He swiped answered the call then placed it on his ears.
'Hello, good morning Fred,' he said yawning and sank into the couch.
'Where did you keep your phone?' Fred asked from the other end of the call, his voiced abit pitched.
'I am sorry, I was in the bathroom and the phone was in the sitting room,' Jeffery said and moved his backward, shutting his eyes.
'That's fine, I am outside your house.'
'I am not... Wait, which of my houses?' Jeffery asked confused, jerking up to his feet.
'The one at Epe of course, today is Saturday and I know you send weekend there.'
'What!' Jeffery said with bulging eyes.
'What? Are you shocked?' Fred asked.
'No, I am coming to the gate now,' Jeffery said and ended the call. He ran his fingers through his hair and ran to the door. He opened the door and saw Fred standing outside the door. His eyes widened and he gnashed his teeth. Fred looked down at him and sneered.
'Hmm, I can see you're prepared for some actions,' Fred said and moved closer to Jeffery. He bent forward and planted a kiss on Jeffery's lips. He wrapped his arms around him and moved him into the sitting room. He let go of him and stared at something behind him. Jeffery turned around and saw Brian standing in his birth suit. Fred mood changed immediately and leered to Jeffery who looked away as their eyes met.
'Is that what you have been doing, cheating on me with this thing?' Fred barked, pointing to Brian.
'Excuse me!' Brain blunted, raising his eyebrows.
'Please don't say anything, Brian,' Jeffery said to Brain then turned to Fred. 'I can explain...'
'I am going deal with you!' Fred yelled and stormed out of the house. Jeffery blew air through his mouth and shut his eyes.





P.S: You can read succeeding episodes on my blog www.idriswrite.
Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 8:33pm On Mar 17, 2018
Episode seventeen





Jeffery parked the car under a tree, brought out a peak cap from the glove compartment, put it on then came out of the car. He locked the car, adjusted the spectacles on his eyes and began walking down the street. He was glad no one recognized him; he would be in the news that moment as people will as what he was doing in the locality which is known to harbour only drug users. He made a left turn into a lone street and stopped in front of the brown wooden gate and knocked gently. A red peer of eye peeped at him through the peephole then the door was opened, slightly. He removed the spectacles and slides it into his pocket, looking around. The man by the door nodded and stepped aside. Jeffery pushed the gate and entered. The man closed the gate and followed him closely behind.
The building was old and part of it has collapsed. The ox-blood paint has almost faded and one could see the cement used in covering the blocks. Jeffery held the iron knob, turned it then pushed the door open. He was greeted by a thick cloud of smoke and smell of weed. He stepped inside and shut the door. Inside the sitting room was beautifully painted and well decorated with furniture. About ten people sat in a different area in the sitting room smoking and inhaling drugs. Bottles of cough syrups, empty cards of tablets, syringe and ashes littered the floor. He looked at them and smiled.
‘Boss!’ They hailed. He waved at them, nodding his head then removed the peak cap.
‘Jeff,’ a husky voice called from behind. He turned around a smallish ginger bearded man walking towards him.
‘Thomas,’ he said, grabbing Thomas’s hand for a handshake then brushed their shoulders.
‘Longest time bro.’
‘Serious. It is work you know. How is everything?’ Jeffery collected the wrap of weed from Thomas and inhaled.
‘Everything is fine as you can see. What can I get for you?’ Thomas asked sliding his hands into the back pocket.
‘My usual stuff,’ Jeffery said puffing out smoke from his mouth and nose.
‘Okay,’ Thomas said and disappeared into the inner house.
Jeffery walked and sat on one of the chairs in the dining room. He inhaled the wrap of weed twice then threw the remaining on the floor. Thomas appeared seconds later and dropped a medium sized bowl in front of Jeffery then left. Jeffery removed his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He moved the chair he was sitting on close to the table took a string and tied his arm. He drew a large amount of liquid into the syringe from a bottle, fisted his hand and injected the liquid into his body. He dropped the syringe on the table, untied his arm and relaxed back on the chair, shutting his eyes tightly as the drug began having its effects on him. His muscles became stiff as he stretched his body. He gasped then opened his eyes as he started sweating profusely. He repeated the procedure twice then carried a white substance parked in small clear polythene. He poured half of it on the table and began inhaling it. He poured the rest of it into his mouth and began chewing. He held his head and bulge his eyes as tears rolled down freely. He stood up and staggered into a room then collapsed on a king-sized bed.
The tiny ray of light that passed through the opening in the window touched his face and he slowly opened his eyelids. He covered his face and rolled to the other side of the bed then sat up. He crawled out of the bed and staggered towards the bathroom; he still had some hangover. He stopped by the door and looked down at himself; he was unclad except for the brief he was wearing. He turned around and began looking for his clothing. The door swung open and Thomas came in holding his clothing. He looked down at the clothes then at Thomas who blinked his eyes and shrugged. He shuffled to the bed and dropped them then went and saw in the drawer.
‘What happened?’ Jeffery asked confused.
‘Nothing,’ Thomas replied and crossed his legs, soothing his beard.
‘If I remember clearly, I came into this room clothed.’
‘Oh, that! I took the clothes off to make you comfortable.’
‘Did you see me...?’
‘Naked?’ Thomas interrupted, completing the sentence. ‘I didn’t, but you know that’s not new to me, we have seen each other’s unclothedness a couple of time when we...’
‘I remember,’ Jeffery said flicking his eyes. He stomped to where his clothes were and quickly wore them then turned to Thomas. ‘Nothing happened?’
‘Nothing happened or did you wish something happened?’
‘No no,’ Jeffery waved his hands.
They walked out of the room, Jeffery took his cap and spectacles from the dining table, wore then and left the house. He drove home, had a warm bath, ate, and changed into a vintage floral shirt, a Blake skinny stretch jeans and a high top sneaker. He took the key of one of his cars and drove out to a nearby club. He came back home in the morning, drunk and exhausted from the marathon of sex he had with strippers.
He woke up in the afternoon with a slight headache. He climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He urinated and brushed his washed his mouth then changed into an ash jogger. He went down into the kitchen, brought out a plastic container from the shelf, took out a card of the tablet, removed two tablets and swallowed. He went to the coffee machine and poured himself a mug then retired to the sitting room, the door alarm rang and he went to see who was at the door.
‘Shit!’ he said under his breath when he saw who were at the door.
He had totally forgotten about the interview which was fixed that day at his house. He bit his tongue as he stepped aside for them to enter. He was about closing the door when he saw him hurrying towards the door. He remembered him immediately; he was the guy from the guy. The guy stopped just outside the door and looked at him surprised. The guy looked away and walked passed him. Jeffery smiled then shut the door and stood embarrassed, trying to hide the bulge in his trousers.
‘You’re welcome guys, I am sorry you met me like this.’
‘Thank you, Jeffery,’ a lady answered smiling.
‘What do I offer you please?’
‘We’re fine,’ the lady said.
‘That’s not possible, you can’t come to my house and not drink anything,’ Jeffery said and looked in the direction of the guy. Their eyes met and he looked away immediately.
The lady shrugged and smile. ‘If you insist, anything will be okay with us.’
‘Okay, I need someone to help in the kitchen. I just woke up, I need to take my bathe and I don’t want to waste your time.’
‘Brain, Please follow him,’ the lady said to the guy. He nodded and went after Jeffery.
Brian stood inside the kitchen admiring how everything was beautifully arranged. Jeffery smiled then swallowed, he was glad Brian liked the kitchen. He cleared his throat and walked to the shelf where he keeps his drinks.
‘So Brian, what do you do? A cameraman or...’
‘I am a photographer,’ Brian said interruptedly. Jeffery smiled and dropped seven glasses on a silver tray.
‘That’s good. Please take this,’ Jeffery said, picked up the tray and stretched it towards Brian.
Brian clumped and collected the tray from Jeffery. Their hands touched and they looked up into each other’s eyes then smiled. He came back almost immediately and caught Jeffery rubbing his bulge. Jeffery turned around embarrassed and took out two bottles of Carlo Ross Sangria from the shelf. He handed the bottle to Brian. He sighed heavily and drank a cup of water to calm his nerve. He went up, took his bath and came down a moment later. He sat beside the lady and smiled.
‘Shall we begin?’ He asked.
‘Of course! Mind if we shift the sofa a little backward to create some space?’ The lady asked.
‘You can do anything you want to, the sitting room is yours for thirty minutes,’ he replied. They laughed.
The sofas and centre table were shifted back to make more space. A male makeup artist came and did some touch ups on his face then the interview began. The interview lasted for forty minutes; they returned the sofas and other things back to their position before leaving.



P.S: You can read succeeding episodes on my blog www.idriswrite.
Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 3:05pm On Mar 15, 2018
Episode Sixteen





Jane came down from the rented car and went into her trailer. She opened the closet and brought out a yellow dress. She dropped it on the bed then went and sat in front of the mirror. She picked her phone and typed a message then sent it. She went to the bed and lied down beside the dress, staring at the roof. She felt the urge to use the toilet. She went into the toilet and came back moments later. She door opened just then and Smith entered, smiling. She sighed and flicked her eyes. Baba Iyabo didn’t tell her she will become Smith’s sex mate when he becomes her puppy; they have sex almost every day. She sat in front of the dressing mirror and crossed her legs.
‘Hello baby,’ Smith said squatting beside her. He put his hand on her lap and she hit it away.
‘Smith,’ she said forcing a smile.
‘I missed you, baby,’ he licked her hand, she looked at him disgustingly.
‘Please Smith, stop behaving like a dog,’ she hit his hand that was trying to find its way into her skirt.
‘Ah, a Jane! Don’t behave as if you too are not enjoying what we are doing. You know I can’t do without you.’
She hissed. ‘I am not a LovePeddler Smith, which you will use whenever you wish to. We are in a location and anyone can walk in and see us.’
‘Okay, just one more round platen minutes and that’s all for today,’ he dipped his hand in her skirt.
‘You’re a beast Smith,’ she barked at him, knowing she can’t stop him from getting what he wants.
‘I can’t agree less,’ he giggled and drew her skirt up.
She hissed and looked away immediately. She is definitely going to visit Baba Iyabo to break the charm immediately her legs touch Nigeria. She spread her legs apart to allow him to do the nonsense he intends to do. He buried head in between her legs. She closed her eyes and grabbed his head as the pressure build up. She is a lover of good sex, not minding who she was having the sex with. The door burst open unexpectedly, cutting them short in their action. She pushed him away immediately and stood up confused. Smith stood up and wiped his mouth.
‘I...I...I am sorry,’ the female makeup artist attending to Jane stammered. She turned to leave confused.
‘Come back here,’ Jane commanded adjusting her skirt. ‘I don’t want to hear what you saw hear anywhere. If I hear it anywhere, I am going to pluck out your eyes and tongue then feed them to the dogs,’ she threatened the artist.
‘I didn’t see anything madam,’ the artist said frightfully.
‘Good, leave and don’t come back until I send for you.’
‘Yes madam,’ the artist said and left.
Jane turned to Smith and said: ‘You see what I was telling you, what if it was the director or someone who had walked in on us? What will they think of us?’
‘Don’t worry, I am the head here, let’s just continue what we were doing.’
Jane stared at him annoyed. She was beginning to hate him by each passing day. She moved closer to him and yanked off his shirt. She pushed him to the bed, slides her skirt down and climbed on top of him. She held his throat and slapped his chest hard.
She swaggered into the hospital in a mid wash bum short, a white tank top and a camouflage sweater. The heels of her shoes clicked on the floor as she walks towards the maternity section, not minding the attention she was drawing to herself; she likes it actually. She knocked on the third ward and wait for the door to be opened. The door opened and Cindy appeared. She smiled then stepped aside when she saw her.
‘Jane you came,’ Cindy said closing the door. They hugged.
‘Of course, I will come; my best friend just gave birth.’
‘How are you doing babe?’
‘I am doing good as you can see. Where is the little cutie?’ Jane asked looking around.
‘Over there,’ Cindy pointed to the cradle.
They went to the cradle where the baby was sleeping, covered with a pink shawl. Jane carried her carefully and began rocking the baby in her arms. She felt the baby’s soft cheeks with her index finger. Her sight became blurry with tears; she loves babies. She wiped the tears away from her eyes and turned to Cindy.
‘She is cute,’ she said and smiled, Cindy nodded.
‘Yes, she looks just like her father.’
‘True,’ Jane said then returned the baby back to the cradle.
The baby stretched her body then remained still. She put her index finger in her mouth and began sucking. Jane put her hands on her chest and stared at the baby passionately. She raised her head and looked at Cindy and they giggled. They went and sat on a patterned animal fur sofa.
‘You’re having a good time here Cindy.’
‘Really, That’s what you think?’
‘Of course, a private maternity ward in the most expensive hospital in the state, isn’t that classy?’ Cindy giggled.
‘Courtesy of my father-in-law, it cost two thousand dollars per night.’
‘Oh my loving God, That’s way too much; your father-in-law must really love you.’
‘Money is nothing to that man, he will do anything for his family,’ Cindy said proudly and crossed her legs. Jane cocked her brows and scoffed inwardly.
‘He ought to,’ Jane said jealously.
‘So babe, how is shooting going?’
‘Fine oo, we are almost done now. I must confess it is the best work I have ever done in my entire career. The money involves, working with top notches in Hollywood and everything, it is just excellent. I am sure winning an award after this movie.’
‘I trust you, babe,’ they clapped their hands and laughed. ‘I forgot to say, Samantha is seriously sick and she is getting treatment in this hospital.
‘And so?’
‘She is your...’
‘We are not friends Cindy, we are rivals actually. I don’t care what happens to her.’
‘Jane!’ Cindy said shocked.
‘What? Please don’t give me that look.’
‘I am beginning to fear you. How can you say something like that?’
‘I don’t give a damn about her,’ Jane said looked away. Cindy stared at her for awhile then shook her head.

P.S: You can read succeeding episodes on my blog www.idriswrite.

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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 6:09pm On Mar 13, 2018
Episode Fifteen





James slides his phone into the pocket and sat on the chair, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Frank, his personal barber tied a white piece of white dip around him and clipped it around his neck. He closed his eyes immediately the vibrating clipper touched his hair; he always feels sleepy when a clipper is put on his hair. A smile escaped his lips when he remembered the first day his mother took him to the barbing shop for a haircut. He was three or four years old, he fell asleep immediately the clipper touched his hair and urinated on the chair; he giggled. His eyes remained closed throughout as his year was being cut.
‘We’re done boss,’ he heard Frank say. He opened his eyes still smiling. The smile on his face faded immediately he saw the style his hair was cut into.
‘What the hell is this? What have you done with my hair?!’ He bellowed peering at the mirror.
‘It is a new hairstyle boss, it is called faux hawk,’ Frank said in fear. James stood up and yanked off the dip then gave him a backhand slap on his right cheek.
‘Did I ask you to do that? Damn you and the faux hawk Frank!’ he yelled fuming.
‘It isn’t that bad boss, it looks good...’
‘Shut up Adeola, I didn’t ask for your opinion, please. I asked you to do a simple afro fade and you use my hair to sample some God-forsaken faux hawk, do I look like a hawk to you?’
‘I am the sorry boss,’ Frank apologized lowering his head.
He hissed then went to the sofa and sat, fuming. He buried his face in his palm and hissed again. Adeola and Frank stood looking at him. He stood up abruptly and walked to the mirror to check himself out again. He turned to the Frank than to Adeola and then back to the mirror. The hairstyle wasn’t that bad, it suits him more than the afro fade he normally does. He fisted regretfully for slapping Frank and shouting at Adeola.
‘Frank!’ he said squinting.
‘Yes boss,’ Frank asked.
‘Come here please,’ he said turning around. Frank moved closer to him. ‘I am sorry for slapping you; I let my emotions take over me.’
‘It is okay boss, I made a mistake,’ James put his arm around Frank’s shoulder.
‘I like the hairstyle but please next time talk to me first before doing anything with my hair.’
‘Noted boss.’
He turned to Adeola and sighed. ‘I am sorry Adeola for shouting at you,’ he said. Adeola smiled and nodded.
He brought out his phone and took a selfie of the three of the then upload the picture on Instagram with the caption: New hairstyle, Faux hawk courtesy of my bro and personal barber @Frankstarthegenius #Jaysongs #Frankstarthegenius #Adeolatee #Jayconcert.
‘Let’s get going Adeola,’ he said patting Frank on the back then walked out of the saloon.
He sat on the sofa in the changing room, nervously tapping his feet on the floor. He removed the glasses from his eyes and wiped the sweat from his face. Adeola came into the room a few seconds later and handed him a red cup filled a dark substance. He gulped down the content of the red cup then shut his eyes, relaxing his head. He became calm and opened his eyes. Two makeup artists came into the room and opened their makeup boxes. They did some little touches to his face then left. He wore back the glasses, stood up and began pacing around the room.
‘It is time,’ Adeola said from the door. Adeola turned around to look at him then nodded.
‘Get me another cup of that drink,’ James said as they walk out of the room. They stood behind the stage and stopped, the M.C was saying something to the audience who were chanting James’s name. Adeola who had left earlier came back with another cup.
‘Ladies and gentleman, welcome on stage, the man of the moment, the man we are all here too, the sensational JAY SONGS!’ The M.C yelled out James’s name loudly. The audience went mad at the mention of his name.
James did the sign of the cross, touched the floor and went on stage. He hugged the microphone from the M.C and hugged him. He raised his hands up, brought out a camouflage handkerchief and dabbed his face.
‘Hello, Ikeja! How are you guys doing?’ he said speaking into the microphone.
‘We good Jay.’ They chanted.
‘I can see that my people. Today is going to be hot, dope, wonderful, amazing. Ikeja is going to be on fire!’ He stressed the last word. The audience went gaga and began shouting: JAY SONG! JAY SONGS! JAY SONGS!
‘Listen, Listen up my people,’ the place became quiet immediately. ‘The first song I will be performing today is dedicated to someone I love, my childhood friend. She is my rock and support even though we got separated. I love you Funmi!’ he said the last word closing his eyes.
He signalled to the D.J and he played the song he recorded a few days ago. Everywhere became dead quiet as his voice echoed through the two thousand sitting capacity stadium. He stood rooted to ground as he sang the song. The song ended, he jumped up then hit his legs on the stage. Flames boomed out and erupted into the sky. The audience roared. He removed the glasses and pattered shirt he was wearing then threw it to the audience. Dancers came down from ropes and through the glass, joining him on stage. They covered him for seconds then fell to the ground as the music died. He showed up, wearing a red rope then did a Michael Jackson break-dance and flipped the rope backwards. The audience went mad as the dancers rose to their feet. They stood beside him and strike a pose. The D.J played another of his song; a dance song and they began dancing. It was the first time his fans have seen his dance that way. The show lasted for three and half hours before it came to an end.
He stood happily smiling at the success of the show. His team members sat around celebrating. Adeola came in followed by three ladies each holding a bucket with champagnes and glass cups. The bottles were opened and the drink was served among the members. Adeola handed him a half-filled glass of champagne and he gulped it down.
‘James!’ He heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned around quickly and saw her standing by the door in a white blouse and mid wash pencil trouser.
‘Funmi.’ He whispered the glass on his hand slipped and shattered on the floor.
‘James,’ she called again, this time with a shaky voice.
He nipped at the door and hugged her tightly. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, tears stream down his cheeks. The room became quiet; his team members glanced at it each other then stood up and left the room. They released each other from the hug then went and sat on the sofa.
‘I miss you Funmi,’ he said searching through her eyes.
‘I miss you more James. I was happy you have become a musician. I followed and chanted you on Instagram but there was never a reply,’ she said sobbing.
‘I promise not to ever leave you again Funmi,’ he stared into her eyes then smiled. ‘You look more beautiful than ever,’ she smiled. He moved closer and they locked lips.



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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 8:39am On Mar 13, 2018
Happy birthday Damibiz,wishing you God's love, mercy and blessings. May you never lack anything. Your days shall be shiny like the morning sun. Happy birthday once again brother
Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 1:11pm On Mar 12, 2018
Episode Fourteen





Rhoda tried opening her eyes but it seems something heavy was placed on them. She felt pain all over her body. She gradually began remembering what happened. Tears found its ways out of her swollen eyes. She heard the sound of the door opening and then closes. She turned in the direction the sound had come from.
‘You’re awake, thank God,’ she heard her sister say.
‘Is that you Jessica?’ she whispered, trying to sit.
‘Yes Rhoda, it is I and please don’t try moving, your wrist is dislocated.’
‘What is happening to me, Jessica? Where am I?’ she asked confused.
‘You will be fine; you’re in the hospital now. Everything will be fine,’ Jessica sat beside her.
‘I can’t see Jessica, am blind?’ she asked horrified.
‘You’re not blind; your eyes are just swollen. The doctor said they will be flaccid soon.’
‘Where is Anthony?’
‘We will talk about him later, but now let’s focus on getting you out of the hospital,’ Jessica said clearly angry.
They remain quiet throughout until later in the day when Rhoda’s swollen eyes became flaccid. The nurse removed the bandage on her face, washed and redressed them. Jessica went and sat beside her on the bed, staring at her.
‘Anthony hasn’t come yet?’ She asked concerned.
Jessica looked away and sighed heavily. ‘He won’t Rhoda.’
‘What are you trying to say Jessica?’ she asked trying to sit up.
‘Don’t please,’ Jessica said holding her shoulder. ‘I and Anthony fought the last time he came here and I told him not to visit again.’
‘Why would you do such a thing? He is my husband for crying out loud,’ Rhoda said, her voice pitched.
Jessica sneered and scoffed surprised. ‘For real? That animal almost killed you and you still care for him? He left you to die after pounding you, had it not been for the kind gateman the rest would have been history.’
‘I caused everything myself; I deserve the beating,’ she said. Jessica flicked her eyes several times, not believing what she just heard. ‘I haven’t been a good wife, I am the homemaker. I am supposed to build up my home,’ she said and began sobbing.
‘I can’t believe it is you speaking to me Rhoda. Something must definitely be wrong with you. His sex tape is still the latest gist in town; your name is trending on Twitter, why? Because you’re married to that animal!’ Jessica shouted.
‘I pushed him into that also.’
‘Oh my God! I can’t believe this is my sister, defending a man who has cheated and violated her. This is unbelievable!’ Jessica opened her mouth shocked at her sister.
‘He loves me, Jessica.’
‘No he doesn’t. You can’t love someone and still hurt them. Anthony or what so ever his name is a beast in human skin. You’re not going back to his house, I promise. I am calling a friend who deals in divorce...’
‘No I won’t divorce him, we still love each other. I am a celebrity, a role model for many young girls out there. What will they think of me when I get divorced?’
‘Like seriously Rhoda?’ Jessica giggled annoyingly. ‘What people will say about you is more important to you than your own happiness and peace of mind? Well-done aunty celebrity.’ Jessica mocked and hissed.
‘Whatever!’ Rhoda said under her breath and turned to look at the wall. Jessica chuckled annoyed at her sister.
She was discharged from the hospital a week after. Jessica drove her from the hospital; she dropped her in front of the house and drove away angrily. She watched until she was out of her sight then she turned to face the gate. Her heart pounded in her chest. She shut her eyes and breathes out air from her mouth. She pulled the trolley towards the gate and knocked gently. The gateman opened the gate and smiled happily on seeing her. He greeted her as he offered to take the trolley from her. She replied his greeting and declined his offer. Her eyes met Anthony’s, who was sitting on the terrace, reading a magazine. He scoffed and looked away immediately. She pulled the trolley in the direction of the sitting room. An awful smell hit her nose immediately she stepped into the sitting room. She quickly covered her nose and tightened her face. She left the trolley in the sitting room and trudged to the kitchen. Her eyes bulged when she saw the pile of dirty pots, plates and cups in the sink. She went and took the air refresher from the cabinet and sprays it around the kitchen. She left the kitchen and went to the sitting room. She took the trolley and went to the room. The room was in a sorry state also; there were clothes all over on the ground. About three duvets were at a corner and the tiled floor was stained with a brownish substance.
She changed into a bum short and a tank top then began cleaning up. Within an hour, the house was back to normal. She dabbed her face and went to the terrace where Anthony was. He was going through his phone. He turned and looked at her then returned to what he was doing. She sighed then shuffled to the place, took a chair and sat down. She picked up the magazine and dropped it almost immediately. It was a business magazine and she hates them. She put her hands in between her thigh and smiled.
‘Anthony,’ she called calmly staring at him.
‘Yes,’ he answered absent-mindedly.
‘I want us to talk,’ she said and swallowed.
‘About?’ he took his eyes away from his phone and glimpsed at her then returned them back to the phone.
‘About us,’ she said. He dropped the phone on the table and turned to face her, crossing his legs.
‘Okay, I am listening.’
‘I want us to mend things among us. I am tired of everything that’s happening to us,’ she stuttered.
‘Okay.’
‘I promise to be a good wife, a homemaker and put my family first before everything. Please forgive me, my husband,’ she said bowing her head. There was about a minutes silence then he cleared his throat.
‘Okay,’ he shrugged, raising his hands up. ‘I have forgiven you.’
‘Really?!’ she said happily. He nodded and sneered. ‘I am so happy,’ she stood up and hugged him then kissed him passionately.
‘I am sorry for beating you; it was never my intention to do that to you. Couples fight and make up right?’
‘No problem, it is the devil’s handiwork,’ she giggled sitting down on his laps. ‘I want to make something delicious, something special for you or do you have anything in mind?’
‘Anything you make will be okay with me.’
‘Okay,’ she said, kissed him on the lips and left the kitchen hurriedly. He glanced at her and scoffed then took his phone.
They sat eating in silence. She had succeeded in bringing him back to his cheerful and loving self. She was happy her home was coming back to how it used to be. She vowed not to do anything that will make them fight again. She will be submissive; there are two ways to a man’s heart they say. Through his stomach and being submissive. Their eyes met and she smiled. He grabbed her butt and began squeezing them roughly. She glanced at his trouser; there was a growing tent in front of his trousers. Her hand found its way to the growing tent in his trouser; she held and began squeezing them gently. They looked at each other; there was a fire in their eyes. He bent towards her and grabbed her lips with his. They stood up and began undressing each other. He unhooked her bra and removed it. He cupped her bosom as they continued kissing. He unlocked his lips from hers and began kissing her neck down to her bosom. He bites her nipples and she moaned. He went down to her stomach, navel and then proceed to remove her panties. He slides two fingers into her cunt, she moaned loudly in pleasure as she leaned on the wall.
He stood up and lifted her up to the sitting room. He dropped her on the tiled floor as their breath increases. He looked at her and smiled. He parted her legs and buried his head in her cunt. She grabbed the centre table and moaned loudly. She was in ecstasy as he gives her head. He raised his head and flipped her around to doggy style then hopped her.

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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 1:34pm On Mar 11, 2018
Episode Thirteen




Ritz sat in the courtroom staring at nothing in particular. It was the second and final hearing; Martha had succeeded in convincing the judge to adjourn the hearing and also grant her bail. She sat beside Martha in a black gown with white, blue and yellow design in the front. Her hair was made in a cornrow, something she hasn’t done since her secondary school days. She sat absent-minded, thinking of how messed up her life has become. There was little noise here and there as the people await the jury’s verdict.
The door opened after what seemed like forever and members of the jury; eight in the number entered into the courtroom. The courtroom became dead silent immediately. The judge cleared his throat and looked in the direction of the jury.
‘Members of the jury have you reached a verdict?’ the judge asked.
The spokesman of the jury stood up and bowed his head. ‘Yes, your honour we have.”
‘Members of the jury, on the case of Miss Rita Jones versus the Lagos state government, what is your say?’
‘Your honour, after so much deliberation and analysing the evidence presented by both the prosecution and defence attorneys, we members of the jury have come to the conclusion that,’ she paused and cleared her throat. There was a moment of suspense in the courtroom as people held their breath. Martha shut her eyes and joined her hands together in prayer mode. The man swallowed and continued: ‘The accused person, Miss Rita Jones is not guilty of the crime she is charged with. From the video provided as evidence to this honourable court, we all saw what happened. It was a case of self-defence; the accused was trying to shield herself from the deceased when the unfortunate incident happened. That’s our verdict, your honour. The man bowed his head and returned to his seat.
Martha sighed relieved then turned to Ritz happily. She held her hands tightly and said: ‘We did it, Rita! You’re free now.’
‘Members of the jury, this court dismiss you and thank you for a job well done,’ the judge said then turned to look at the audience. ‘By the power vested in me as the judge of this court, I hereby declared Miss Rita Jones not guilty as charged,’ he said hitting the gavel.
Ritz stared into her eyes and sneered. Tears of joy and regret rolled down her cheeks. The bailiff announces the judge’s exit and everyone stood up to their feet. Martha hugged her tightly for almost a minutes the released her. She packed her things into the bag, held Ritz’s hands and they made for the door. They were stopped by newsmen at the door who were busy taking pictures and asking questions. Ritz covers her face with her hand, preventing the newsmen from taking more pictures of her.
‘How do you feel now that you’re free?’
‘Are you using the modelling company you work with for bridge of contract now that you have been cleared of your crimes?
‘Are you going back to modelling or another career?
‘Are visiting Paul’s parent to ask for forgiveness for killing their son?’
‘Please stop!’ She yelled with a shaky voice. ‘You’re killing me with those questions, please stop!’ she said sobbing.
Martha pushed the newsmen away and dragged Ritz out of the circle, towards the car park. She quickly brought her car key and unlocked the car. She pushed Ritz into the passenger’s seat and hurriedly entered the driver’s seat before the newsmen reached where they were. She reversed and zoomed out of the court premises. There was silence as they drove to nowhere in particular. Ritz was looking outside through the window. Martha shared her gaze between the road and Ritz.
‘Take me to Paul’s house,’ Ritz said turning to look at Martha.
‘That’s not a good idea Rita, you need to relax and get a grip on yourself first. Going to Paul’s house now will only traumatise you and besides, the place is a mess right now.’
‘Please, just take me there. I just want to be there right now. The place holds his last memory,’ she said amidst sobbing.
‘Okay, if you insist,’ Martha shrugged and concentrated on the road.
They parked outside the gate and came out. A cold breeze hit Ritz and she trembled. Martha turned and looked at her concerned. She wrapped her hands around her arms and smiled at Martha nodding. Martha nodded back, brought out the house keys from her bag, opened the gate and stepped in, followed closely by Rit. Everything was still the same the way it was that day. Ritz became emotional.
‘Are you sure this will help?’ Martha asked frowning. Ritz nodded.
She shuffled to the kitchen, Martha following behind and stood by the door. She stared at the dried blood on the floor and on other furniture. She shut her eyes and allowed the memory to flow; running into the kitchen, picking up the fork, his growls. She opened her eyes as tears escaped from her eyes. She sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes then turned to Martha.
‘I want to alone please; I won’t do any stupid thing I promise.’
‘Okay,’ Martha nodded. ‘Here are the keys, call me when the need arises.’ Martha handed her the keys and turned to leave.
‘Martha,’ she called softly. Martha turned and faces her, raising her forehead. ‘Thank you for everything.’
Martha smiled, hugged her tightly and left. She walked wearily towards the bedroom and pushed open the door. She inhaled deeply then stepped inside. His clothing was still lying on the floor. She went and took then sat on the bed. She took the clothes closer to her nose. They still have his smell. She buried her face in the cloth as tears flow freely. She suddenly felt the urge to drink. She dropped the cloth on the bed and walked to the kitchen. She took a bottle of Vodka from the shelf and sat on the floor. She opened the cap and gulped down the drink. She threw the bottle and staggered up. She took another bottle and drank half of it before passing out.
Martha came in around ten and looked around for Ritz but she was nowhere to be found. She became alarmed and went to the sitting room. She perceived the smell of alcohol coming from the kitchen. She hurried into the kitchen and saw her lying on the floor with the half-filled bottle of vodka beside her. She sighed and shook her head. She took the bottle and dropped it on the island then went and helped her up. They struggled out of the house, staggering and falling to the car. Martha put her in the backseat, locked the house, entered the car and drove away.
Rita woke up with a slight headache. She rubbed her eyes roughly then stretched her body. Her eyes dropped on the wall clock opposite the bed and she stopped yawning halfway through; fifteen minutes to three. She stood up just as Martha was entering the room. She looked at Martha confused then cupped her hands near her mouth. Martha sat beside her on the bed and smiled.
‘Good afternoon dear friend,’ Martha said.
‘How did you...’
‘I went to check on you in the morning and found you passed out in the kitchen,’ Martha interrupted. Ritz's face became red with embarrassment.
‘I am sorry, I was such a child.’
‘I understand. Your breakfast or lunch is ready. There is a new toothbrush in the bathroom,’ Martha said smiling.
‘Thank you.’



P.S: You can read succeeding episodes on my blog www.idriswrite.
Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 11:59am On Mar 09, 2018
Episode Twelve





Clara came out the house wearing a white slim fit off the shoulder dress with a lace cut and a nude peep toe shoe. Her hair was made in a federal hairdo and her makeup was flawless. She treads to one of her latest acquires cars, a G-wagon, opened the passenger’s seat, dropped her handbag then went and entered the driver’s seat. She fastened the seatbelt and reversed out of the carport. The gateman opened the gate and she drove out horning at the gateman. She increased the speed immediately the wheel touched the road.
She arrived at Geek’s shops, a shopping centre for who is who in Lagos and parked her car in the parking lot. She unfastened the seatbelt, took her bag from the passenger’s seat and came out of the car. She locked the car and began walking in the direction of the building; a two-story building that was built on a mass portion of land. The door opened as she approaches, she entered and looked around. It was her third time of visiting the place to shop. Chandeliers and paintings were hanged on the ceilings and walls. Clara loves luxury and often posts her latest acquired designers shoes, bags or clothes on her blog and social media accounts.
She knows almost all the sections and need not ask where to get what. The security man sitting near the door greeted her, she waved at him smiling as she walks away. She stopped in her tracks, opened her bag and brought out some money and stretched it in the security man’s direction. He stood up and hurriedly collected the money, thanking her as she swaggered away. She made a stop at the bags and shoe sections, picked few latest designers then went to the clothes section. She picked a handful of them and dropped than in the cart. She entered the elevator and went to the first floor. A cute male attendant caught Clara’s attention. She stared at him lustfully and he smiled at her. She gestured to him and gave him the cart to help her with. Clara loves younger boys and would spend everything she has on any one of them that comes her way. They walked around, with her in the front as they select jewellery. They went down to the first floor, to the counter, her purchases were calculated and she paid using the POS. Her things were parked into four customized carrier packs and the attendant helped her take them to the car. He waits for her to open the boot, dropped them and walked away.
‘Hello, Mr.’ she called on the attendant.
‘Are you calling me?’ the attendant stopped and turned to look at her.
‘Yes,’ she nodded leaning on her car.
‘Hope all is fine ma’am,’ he asked walking towards her. He stopped few inches away from her with his hands folded behind his back.
‘All is fine, I just want to give you this for helping me,’ she said opening her bag. She brought out a bunch of money and stretched it towards him.
He nodded and smiled then said: ‘I am sorry ma’am but I can’t collect the money. I did what is required of me as an attendant here.’
‘I insist,’ she said looking him in the eyes. He smiled again the shrugged. His dimples appeared on both cheeks. Her opening tingles. He collected the money and put it in his back pocket. ‘Here is my card; you can call me whenever you want.
‘Okay,’ he said and walked away. She smiled and stared at him as he walks away from the building.
‘You can only look but can’t have him,’ she heard someone said from behind. She turned frightfully and saw Samantha standing behind her. She faked a smile.
‘Hey Samantha, how are you doing?’
‘Don’t Samantha me, we are not friends and will never be. You’re a snake and no one will like to associate with you,’ Samantha said sternly.
‘Excuse me!’ Clara said raising her brows.
‘Stop pretending like you don’t know what you did,’ Samantha frowned.
‘I was only doing my work, nothing more.’
‘Is that a work? Do you survive by destroying other people reputation which took them years to build and you think God will forgive you? No, you will have the taste of your medicine soon. Do you know why people don’t befriend or invite you to their functions because they don’t trust you? You’re a snitch and nothing more.’
Clara giggled and scoffed at the same time; she was angered by Samantha’s insult. ‘No you’re wrong. I chose not to associate with you low lives, lying animals that that call themselves celebrities. You people disgust me. I don’t want to be friends with any of you or attend you forsaken events. I can manage alone.’
Samantha laughed mockingly and clapped her hands together then put them on her hips. Clara glared at her, clenching her teeth. ‘Stop lying to yourself Clara; we all know that’s nothing but a lie from the pit of hell. You are lonely and miserable, that’s why you use your blog to taunt people. Your life is miserable and you will die a miserable bitch; I can’t wait for that day to come,’ Samantha spat and walked away, leaving a dumb folded Clara standing in the parking lot. She shut her eyes tightly and fisted her hands as anger flows through her. She swallowed her and turned to look at Samantha who was entering the building. She entered her car and drove away, promising in her mind to post all negative things about Samantha in order to bring her down.


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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 11:31am On Mar 08, 2018
Episode Eleven




Jeffery lay on the bed naked, exhausted from the many rounds of sex he just had. He heard the sound of running water in the bathroom and smiled. He crawled out of bed and shuffled to the window. He opened the curtain and leaned beside the window as chilly breeze touched his face, sending cold sensation through his body. It was already dawn and people will be out and going to their various places of work soon. He felt cold hands on his chest followed by a kiss on his neck. He raised his head up slightly and shut his eyes lustfully. The hands held and squeezed his nipples roughly, making him jerk in pleasure. The person behind him giggled seeing the effect they had created in him. The hands moved down to his stomach and rubbed his hairy navel. He giggled. The hands grabbed his hard-on with one hand and use the other to rub his pub. A soft moan escaped his lips as he fists his hands; he was already on cloud nine. The hands began stroking the hard on and he grabbed the curtain violently. The person stopped abruptly and turned him around then bent down on their knees. The person looked him in the eye then took him in their mouth. He moaned loudly, clawed his hands on the curtain and opened his mouth in delectation. The pressure started building up in his balls and he began trembling. Before one could say jack, fluid after fluid escaped from his and hit the person on the back of the throat. He became flaccid within second and opened his eyes. He held the person by the shoulder and raised them to their feet. Their lips locked and they kissed passionately.
‘You’re good at what you do Fred,’ Jeffery said looking into his eyes.
‘Anything for you my sweat Jeff,’ Fred winked at him seductively.
‘Let’s go to the bed and finish what you ignited,’ Jeffery kissed him on the lips.
He yanked off the towel from Fred’s waist and threw it away on the floor. He carried him to the bed and they collapsed on the bed with a thud, giggling as they started making out.
They lay on the bed cuddling to each other; Fred’s head was on Jeffery’s chest. They were quiet, each person to his thought. Jeffery’s eyes were fixated on the beautifully designed ceiling as Fred continued playing with the hair on his chest. Jeffery smiled when he remembered how they met, a decade ago at the state. Jeffery was in the state for his degree while Fred had come for his masters. They became friends almost immediately they met; at a mutual friend’s birthday. Their eyes were on each other as the birthday lasted. They met again a few months later at a gay bar and the rest was history. To the outside world, they are best friends but secretly, they are a couple. Fred was ten years older than Jeffery and is married with two kids. He is a serving senator loved by many for being one of the youngest senators in the country and for his constant contribution. Jeffery on the hand was in and out of many relationships, all was done to take any suspicions away from him. He was once engaged to the daughter of a business mogul and they were about getting married when she called off the engagement.
‘Jeff,’ Fred called raising his head to look at Jeffery.
‘Yes dear,’ Jeffery looked at him.
‘I want to divorce my wife.’
‘You can’t be serious Fred,’ he said sitting down, forcing Fred to do same.
‘I am dead serious. I am just tired of having sex with that woman, I can’t continue pretending. I feel like throwing up whenever I am with her,’ Fred tightened his face.
‘Do you plan on remarrying after divorcing Chika?’ Jeffery asked cocking his brows.
‘Hell no! No more women.’
‘You see, the moment you divorce Chika, all attention will be directed at you. You know all these bloggers with amebo, they will be monitoring all your movement and you know what that means.’
‘You have a point there,’ Fred said thoughtfully. ‘What then do you suggest I do?’
‘Stay married, make your wife the happiest woman on earth until people like us are being given their right in this country. Besides, your wife doesn’t stop you from seeing me; she is always out of the country shopping or on holidays,’ Jeffery sneered and winked.
‘You’re a genius, Jeff. Your intelligence amuses me; you’re not from this world.’
‘You’re my motivation Fred,’ Jeffery said and kissed him on the forehead.
Jeffery’s phone buzzed, indicating the arrival of a new text. He jumped out of bed and took out the phone from the pocket of his trousers. He swiped it opened and checked the text then dropped the phone on the drawer. He stood up and began searching for his brief. He saw near the door and hurriedly slipped into it. He got dressed up within a minute then went to the bathroom to wash his face and mouth. He dabbed his face with a face towel then walked back into the bedroom. He sat on the bed and wore his shoe and wristwatch. Fred drew closer and wrapped his arm around Jeffery’s chest then kissed him on the neck. Jeffery sighed and shook his head then squinted.
‘You never get tired, you’re like a stallion.’
‘I am your stallion,’ Fred whispered into his ears, biting them gently. They giggled.
Jeffery unlocked Fred’s arm from around his chest and stood up. He bent forward and pecked him on the cheek then bounced to the door, unlocked it and went out. He stood and looked around; there was no one. He sighed and turned in the direction of the elevator. He pressed a button and the elevator opened, he entered and pressed the ground floor button. He relaxed on the elevator wall and slides his hands in his pocket. The elevator opened on the third floor and a guy in his early twenties entered. He turned and glanced at Jeffery who smiled at him. The guy stood beside him and began tapping his hand on his lap. Jeffery brought out his phone from his pocket and pretend to be operating it while he steals glances at the guy. Their eyes met few times and they smiled at each other awkwardly. The elevator opened on the ground floor and they both hurried to go out, making their bodies touch. Jeffery stepped back for the guy to go out, using the opportunity to check the guy out. The guy caught him and he looked away embarrassed.
‘Oh my God, look who is here Mary. Jeffery Davis, the 2015 best actor!’ A lady standing at the reception said to her friend, pointing at him.
‘It’s him!’ The friend said happily like someone who had won a million dollar lottery.
Jeffery hate meeting fans at public places, they make sure they delay him and when he doesn’t answer them, they call one all sort of names. He sighed and waved at the ladies, faking a smile. They rushed towards him, smiling from ears to ears.
‘My name is praise and my friend is Mary. We are your fans, we have watched almost all your movies and follow you on all social media,’ the lady who saw him said shining her thirty-two, her friend nodded in agreement.
‘Thank you for the support, I appreciate.’
‘Mind if we take pictures with you.’
‘Anything for my fans,’ he said sneering. The ladies laughed.
‘Bros please help you take some pictures,’ one of the ladies said, stretching her phone to the guy who had come out with Jeffery.
‘Okay,’ the guy nodded collecting the phone from the lady.
Jeffery’s heart skipped when he heard his voice. He couldn’t take his eyes off the guy as he took the pictures. The guy gave the lady her phone and turn to go.
‘Aren’t you taking pictures with me?’ Jeffery asked with pounding heart.
The guy turned and looked at Jeffery then at the ladies who nodded at him happily. He shrugged and walked to where Jeffery was. He brought out his phone and handed it to one of the ladies. Jeffery put his hand on the guy’s waist and smiled at the camera. The lady took several pictures then returned the phone to the guy. The guy walked out immediately while the ladies took more selfie with him. He went out but the guy was nowhere to be seen. He entered the car and drove out of the hotel towards the main road. He was about climbing the road when he saw the guy standing by the roadside waiting for a taxi. He smiled and pulled over beside the guy then wind down the glass.
‘Heading to the mainland?’ Jeffery asked smiling at the guy.
‘Yes sir,’ the guy nodded looking Jeffery in the eyes.
‘I am going that way, mind joining me?’
‘I will be grateful sir,’ the guy said softly, smiling.
‘Come in,’ Jeffery gestured.
The guy held the door, opened and entered then locked it. He fastened the seat belt, Jeffery winds up the glass and climbed on to the road. He increased the volume of the music playing in the background. They occasionally steal glances at each other as they drove in silence.



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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 12:58pm On Mar 07, 2018
Episode Ten



Jane parked the car outside Smith Abu’s house and came out. She looked around, wore the sunshade and straightened the knee-length polka dot bodycon gown. She pressed the small braid that was parked in a bun. She smiled and trudged into the house. The gateman greeted her and she waved at him without looking in his direction. She turned the knob and entered the sitting room; Smith’s house is like her second home. The sitting room was deserted; she removed her shoes, dropped her handbag on the settee and walked into the kitchen, he wasn’t there also. She shrugged and went back to the sitting room. She took the remote, turned the television on and sank into a sofa. She shuffled through the channels searching for something interesting. She settled on a channel showing a cooking contest, dropped the remote beside her and crossed her legs. She heard footstep from behind and quickly turned around. She saw Smith approaching the sitting room with a manuscript in hand. He was wearing a white brief. Her eyes scanned from his chest down to his abs and fixated on the tent in his brief. She licked her lips seductively and raised her eyes to look at him. He cooked his brows and scoffed. She shifted on the seat and pulled the dress to her high level. He looked away as he walks past her. He sat on a sofa opposite her, dropped the manuscript on the centre table and fixed his eyes on the television. He took a pillow and covered the bulge then turned to look at her.
‘You should have called and inform me you’re coming, you won’t have seen me like this,’ he said pointing down at himself.
She smiled and winked at him, biting her lower lips. ‘That isn’t new to me you know, we have seen each other naked before. When was the last time we had...?’
‘Okay. So what brought you to my house this morning?’ He asked turning away embarrassed.
‘I heard you will be producing a new movie soon.’
‘That’s true, you heard it right.’
‘And that Samantha Bayo is playing the lead actress.’
‘Yes, that’s also true,’ he nodded and glimpsed at her then returned his gaze to the television.
‘You disappointed me, Smith,’ she said bitterly.
‘Disappointed you? How to please?’ he turned to face her fully.
‘I am the one that’s supposed to be cast as the lead actress in that movie. We have been friends for years, we roll together. What happened to our friendship, Smith?’
‘I am a producer Jane, I am supposed to be unbiased and cast whoever is feet for the role, not just people who are my friends. I have cast you is almost all the movies I had produced and they are all highly budgeted movies. I understand you and Samantha are rivals but we all know she is a very good actress.’
‘I am a better actress than that bitch Samantha,’ she said frowning.
‘Like seriously? Bitch?’ he scoffed.
She stood up and stomped to where he sat, unzipped her dress and allowed it fall down. She stood in front of him, clad in only her panties and bra. He looked at her from head to toe and sighed heavily, shaking his head. He dropped the pillow on the sofa and stood up to face her. Their eyes locked and she smiled wickedly; she is finally going to use what she has against him. She got a grip on his bulge and pressed them gently. A moan escaped his lips. He shut his eyes, clenched his teeth then opened his eyes. She held her hand and took it off his bulge. She stood surprised.
‘You can’t use sex to get me do what you want, not anymore Jane,’ he said. She squeezed her face.
She stood there embarrassed; Smith has just given her the insult of her life. No one has ever rejected her, in fact, there are men running after her to have a piece of her body. She bent down and took the dress from the floor, wore and zipped it. She went and took her bag and shoe from where they were and walked away, tail between her legs. She entered her car and zoomed away in anger. She roamed about the city, trying to cool herself down but it seems the more she tries that, the angrier she becomes. An idea popped into her head. She made a turned and drove in the direction of the suburb. She killed the engine in front of her native doctor, Baba Iyabo’s house. She waits and made sure no one was looking then came out of the car and rushed into the house. She met him shirtless, sweating as he gulps down the pounded yam dipped in melon soup. She sat on a chair and wait for him to finish eating.
‘Welcome my daughter,’ he said washing his hands on a big black bowl.
‘Thank you, Baba, how is work?’ she said and shift to the edge of the chair.
‘We thank God, my daughter,’ he said standing up. He took his shirt from one of the chairs and wore it. ‘Let’s go to the inside,’ he said walking away. She stood up and followed him.
They walked out of the building through the back door to an open space. Baba Iyabo had acquired a large portion of land that he uses for farming and at the same time for rituals. Many of his clients are top notches in the society. They mostly visit in the night except in times of emergencies. They arrived in front of a small hut and they stood outside. Baba Iyabo did some incantation then entered the hut using his back. Jane removed her shoes and spat on her palms. She rubbed her hands together, turned around and entered the hut with her back.
Inside the hut was dim. There were red pieces of red materials hanged around the wall and behind Baba Iyabo were three idols; two made in the shape of dogs and the other one the shape of a woman with three breasts and one horn on her forehead. There was fire made inside large pots and put in the four corner of the hut. Human skulls hanged around the hut. The smell of blood made the hut produce an awful smell. Jane sat on the only piece of furniture in the hut; a small kitchen stool.
‘What brought you here, at this time of the day must be very important,’ he said waving the donkey tail in his hand.
‘Yes, Baba. I want to deal with someone for me and make another my puppy,’ she said with anger.
‘It is done my daughter,’ he smiled then giggled. Jane grinned. ‘What are their names?’ he asked taking the skin back from beside the idols.
‘Her name is Samantha, Samantha Bayo. She is trying to take away everything I have laboured to build in the past years and I can’t allow that to happen. I don’t want to kill her, I just want to make her suffer and regret her miserable life. And the other person, Smith Abu, I want you to make him my puppy. He should do whatever I command him to do.’
‘That’s not something big to me,’ he turned to the right and carried a wooden carved doll lying on the floor. ‘What’s her name again?’
‘Samantha Bayo,’ she replied. He took the doll closer to his mouth and said some incantation and called Samantha’s name three times.
‘Take this,’ he handed her the doll. ‘This is not an ordinary doll, it is your rival. When you get home, get a container and pour cold water in it, put the doll inside and put the container. Put the container in the refrigerator and your rival will be sick until her death.’
‘Thank you, Baba,’ she collected the doll and put it in her bag.
‘And the man, what’s his name?’
‘Smith Abu.’
‘Smith Abu, you need to be prepared for him,’ he said adjusting his shirt.
‘How Baba?’ she asked raising her brows. He didn’t answer her. He took a pot and places it in the centre of the hut. He poured something into the pot and it erupted with flames.
‘Remove your underwear and stand above the pot,’ he commanded.
She obeyed and stood up; he pulled her panties down then went and stood above the pot. She shut her eyes and bit her lips painfully as the flames entered the opening between her legs. The pain was gone within seconds and was replaced by pleasure. It was as if she was having a sex with a man. Moans escaped her lips; her knees became weak as she reaches her orgasm. The flames died out as the fluid dropped into the pot.
‘You can go back to your seat now,’ Baba Iyabo said and took the pot away.
‘Thank you, Baba,’ she said trying to catch up her breath. She took her panties and put it in the bag.
He dipped his hand into the pot and brought out something wrapped in a leaf and stretched it towards her. ‘Pour this on his face when you see him. He will have the urge to have sex with you and when he does that, he will become your dog.’
‘I am grateful Baba. I will transfer the money to your account when I get home,’ he nodded.
She stood up and walked out of the hut; she took her shoes and hurried towards the building. She entered the car and drove straight to Smith Abu’s house.


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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 12:35pm On Mar 06, 2018
Episode Nine.




He kept rolling his eyes and tossing his legs, clawing to the bed. He was having another nightmare. He was sweating profusely despite the air condition is on. The event of the night kept appearing in his dream over the years. He began panting loudly as he continues tossing on the bed. He rolled to the other end of the bed and fell to the ground with a thud. He woke up immediately and sat up, shaking all over. He stood up and shuffled to the bathroom. He turned the shower head and stepped into the running water to cool him down. He shut his eyes tightly as he remembers what happened after he was hit by the car.
The man who hit him was a General in the army. He took him to the hospital where his wound was tendered to. The man, General Otedola took him home and introduced him to his wife and two daughters. He had lied to the General that his parents were killed by arm robbers and he agrees to train him. He was enrolled in the same school the General’s daughters attend. That didn’t go well Mrs Bose, the General’s wife who didn’t like him right from the day he was brought into the house. He soon stole hearts in the school and church with his melodious voice. He became close to Funmi the General’s last child and soon, they became inseparable. That made Mrs Bose angrier. Everything was going smoothly until one day when they got news about the General’s involvement in a car accident. He died on the spot. He was in his third year in the university then. Three months after, Mrs Bose threw him out of the house with nothing. He went to stay with one of his friends off campus as he struggles to survive. Life in the street was rough for him. It took the grace of God for him to complete his education. He was posted to Lagos for his one-year mandatory national service and that was when his music career began.
He has accompanied one of his friends to the studio in Ikeja to see a friend when luck shined on him. A popular musician at then had also visited the studio to record a song and his backup has to call in sick. The musician, frustrated kept pacing around the studio worried. He was touched and approached the musician to help. The musician doubted his ability at first but since he had no choice, he decided to give it a trial. He was given the line and they went into the recording room. The musician was awed when he sang his lines. They discuss for a while after the recording and the musician gave him some money and his card. He visited the musician at his home a few days later, they wrote and recorded few songs and that’s how he debuts his singing career.
He closed the shower and stepped out, dripping with water. He removed the singlet and brief, dropped them in a bin, took a towel and tied it around his waist. His phone alarm began ringing just as he was stepping out of the bathroom. He hurriedly went and picked the phone then turned off the alarm. He stomped to the wardrobe and brought out a white sweater shirt and a jogger. He removed the towel and wore the clothes. He took his phone from the bed and a trainers shoe then went out of the room.
He was busy working out in the gym that he didn’t saw someone come in. The person stood meters away from him not wanting to disturb him. He turned around and saw the person; he dropped the weight lift in his hands and removed the earphone from his ears. He took a small towel from a hanger and wiped sweat from his face and arms.
‘When did you come in?’ he asked dropping the back of the hanger.
‘a Few seconds ago,’ the person answered, sitting on one of the machines.
‘You should have let me know you arrived,’ he said sitting on the floor, legs apart.
‘I didn’t want to disturb you from working out Jay.’
‘You’re my manager Adeola,’ he said standing up. ‘Are the dancers here already?”
‘No,’ Adeola replied standing up also.
‘That’s good; we need to record a song before they come.’
They walked out of the gym into the studio which was in-house and located at the same place. Adeola sat on the sofa and crossed while Jay sat in front of the laptop and switched it on. He scrolled through the document and clicked on one named ‘new beats’. It opened and he went down to the last file. He played it and folded his arms as he listens to the beat, nodding his head.
‘Get me the guitar please,’ he said to Adeola without turning to look at him.
Adeola stood up and shuffled to where the guitar was hanging beside the door and carried it to Jay. Jay collected the guitar then stopped the beat; he stood up and called on Adeola who was about sitting down.
‘I need to add guitar to the beat,’ he said looking into Adeola’s eyes.
‘Okay,’ Adeola nodded, sniffing.
‘You please coordinate things from outside as usual while I record,’
‘Yes boss,’ he nodded sitting on the chair in front of the laptop.
He went into the studio and sat on a high stool then put on the headphone. He sighed and raised his hands up. Adeola nodded and gave him a thumb up. Three! Two! One! Adeola played the beat immediately Jay fisted his hand. He closed his eyes and wait for the beat to play for some seconds then he began playing the guitar. He became emotional as he remembers his parents, General Otedola and Funmi. Tears rolled down from his eyes as he continued playing the guitar passionately. Adeola surprised stood up and went close to the glass that separated them. The recording ended but Jay continued playing the guitar. Adeola went and sat back on the seat, he had never seen Jay record a beat with such passion. Jay stopped, opened his eyes and removed the headphone. He smiled then wiped the tears with his palm. He walked out of the recording room and stood beside Adeola.
‘How did you see it,’ he asked folding his arms.
‘Dope, this is going to be a hit track I bet you,’ Adeola smiled.
He nodded and smiled, then sighed. ‘You know what; let me do freestyle on this beat. I have formed a song in my head already,’ he said walking in the direction of the recording room.
‘Now?’ Adeola said cocking his brows.
‘Yes,’ he nodded entering the recording room.
He stood in front of the microphone and sighed heavily. The door opened and the dance instructor walked in. She waved at him as she locates a chair to sit near Adeola. He winked at her and cleared his throat. He nodded at Adeola then shut his eyes. He slides his hands his pocket to hide them as they trembles. He beat was played and he allowed it play for some seconds then started singing. Adeola and the dance instructor turned and glanced at each other surprised. They have never heard him sing like that before. The lyrics could melt the heart of the listener. The song ended, he opened his eyes to see Adeola and the dance instructor on their feet clapping and nodding their heads. He smiled and walked out of the recording room.
‘Wow! I have never heard you sing like this before. It was superb, you killed that song.’ The dance instructor said happily.
‘Thank you Maryam,’ he sneered. ‘Are the dancers ready?’
‘Yes, they are outside waiting.’
‘Okay, let’s get to them. Please Adeola, turn off all the appliances,’ he said turning to Adeola then they walked out.



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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 2:26pm On Mar 05, 2018
Episode Eight

Shout out to Damibiz, thanks for always commenting, that motivate and keep me going. To all dem ghost readers, your comment will be appreciated.




Ritz sat alone in the waiting room sobbing. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. The news was everywhere now; both locally and international. Her blonde weave on was roughly plaited into a ponytail. The blue prisoner’s jumpsuit she was wearing was stained on the neckline. That didn’t worry her, not even the smell produced by the jumpsuit. The door swung opened and two ladies walked in. She raised her head up to look at them. She stood up immediately she saw the lady in the black suit. She made attempt to run to her but was held by the chain on her legs. She almost forgot. She sighed and stood where she was as tingles of tears dropped from her eyes. She wiped it with the back of her palm immediately.
‘Thirty minutes,’ the female warden said and walked out, shutting the door.
Ritz sat back on the small bench and put her cuffed hands in between her legs, slightly bending her head. She was ashamed to look at Martha, her friend. They knew each other from the secondary school attended the same university. Martha was called to the bar a few years ago while she went to pursue a career in modelling. Martha was her lawyer and handled all her legal issues. Martha sat on the bench opposite Ritz and dropped her handbag on the table. She swallowed and sighed.
‘How are you doing Rita?’ she asked looking at her.
Ritz raised her head and stared at her for some seconds then scoffed. ‘Are you seriously asking me that question? I am here, rotting in prison and you ask me how I am doing? Are you also here to mock me like others?’ she said bitterly.
‘Don’t get me wrong Rita, I am your friend and will never ever mock you, besides I am your lawyer also. I am here to do my duty as a friend and work as your lawyer,’ Martha said staring into Ritz's eyes.
Ritz looked away and stared at the milk coloured painted wall. She shut her eyes and bit her lower lips regretfully. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she opened her eyes and sniffled on the fluid in her nose. She stared at her nude painted nails which were fixed two days before the incident; they are now tattered due to constant chewing. She fiddled with her fingers as more tears escaped her eyes, wetting the jumpsuit.
‘I should have listened to you when you told me to leave him, all these won’t have happened if I had listened to you,’ she said looking up at Martha who also has tears in her eyes. ‘Paul would have been alive now, I wish I can turn the hand of time,’ she burst outcry. Martha stood up from her seat and walked to her. She squatted then placed her head on her shoulder.
‘Please stop crying, it breaks my heart. I will surely win the case and you will be free again,’ Martha consoled soothing her hair.
Ritz raised her head and giggled mockingly. ‘Free? Win? I am a criminal; I killed someone and probably never going to be out of the prison. I am going to rot in prison and die. I wish death will just come to me soon,’ she said and began sobbing.
‘Don’t ever say that Rita! Why will you wish yourself death? There are people whose condition are worst than yours, yet they are strong and have the willpower to fight,’ Martha said then sighed, flicking her eyes. ‘I need you to be strong. I will do my best to see you go out of here.’
‘Okay,’ Ritz nodded and smiled. She wiped the tears with the back of her palm. Martha forced a smile then walked back to her seat.
‘The first hearing will be holding next week Friday,’ Martha brought out a file from her handbag. Ritz nodded. ‘I will appeal to the judge for more time and also for your bail.’
‘Will that work? Will I be able to continue working when I am granted bail?’ she asked curiously. Martha sighed heavily and rolled her eyes.
‘Work should be the least of your worries now.’
‘I am sorry,’ she said bowing her head embarrassed.
‘Another thing,’ Martha said opening her back. She brought out another file. Ritz's heart jumped into her mouth. ‘The agency you work with have dropped your name from the list of their models and sent this to me.’
‘What! That can’t be true, I made them who they are today, and people know them because of me and that how they are going to repay me? I am definitely using them for the bridge of contract when I get out of here,’ she said fuming.
‘We will do that when you get out of here.’
‘Okay,’ Ritz nodded. She stared into Martha’s eyes and forced a smile. ‘Thank you, Martha.’ She said coldly.
‘For what?’ Martha coked her brows.
‘For being with me through thick and thin,’ she said as tears escaped from her eyes.
‘Please don’t say that Rita, you will do same for me if I was the one in your condition,’ Martha sneered.
The door opened and the turned in the direction. She looked at Martha then at the black wrist watch on her hand. Martha understood what she meant by that. She stood up and shuffled to Ritz was, already standing. They hugged tightly for sometimes then let go of each other. Martha took the files from the table and left the room, with tears in her eyes. The warder held Ritz and led her out to her ward. The cuff and chains were removed from her legs and hands. She lay on the bunk and buried her face in the pillow.
‘Aunty Model,’ one of the cellmates called. She turned to face the lady who had her hand on her hips.
‘Yes,’ she answered.
‘Wetin happens today, you no be like yourself.’
‘Nothing, I am fine,’ she said forcing a smile.
‘Abeg aunty model I no be small pikin. See as your eyes red,’ she said sitting on the bunk beside her.
‘I am just tired that’s all,’ she said burying her head in the pillow.
The lady chuckled. ‘Eku tired oo.’
Ritz turned to face the wall and smiled. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and slept almost immediately, the last time she slept was before she was arrested. She dreamt of Paul in her sleep. He sat on the bed beside her and put his hand on her arm. She opened her eyes and sat up. He smiled at her. She looked around, she wasn’t in the cell. He moved closer to her and planted a kiss on her forehead. He handed her a box and she hurriedly opened it, it was a golden bracelet inside. She looked up at him and smiled. She crawled out of bed and shuffled to the dressing mirror. He stood up and followed her then handed her another box, same colour with the one he had given her earlier but smaller. She glanced at him surprised then opened the box. Her jaws dropped down in shock when she saw the diamond ring. She turned in his direction; he was already on one knee and smiling.
‘Will you marry me, Ritz?’ he said softly.
Words betrayed her; she opened her mouth but no word came out. Her dream was interrupted a loud ringing of the bell, she jerked up and hit her head on the bunk. It was a dream after all. She sighed disappointedly and joined the others as they went out for the evening sermon.


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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 8:37pm On Mar 04, 2018
Episode Seven




Rhoda was in the office, deeply concentrated on preparing the list of question for the next interview which was scheduled for that evening. Her phone started ringing, she sighed and dropped the pen on the notepad and took the phone from the top of piles of files on the table beside the laptop. It was her elder sister calling. She pressed the power button; silencing the call. She picked up the phone and continued what she was doing. The phone started ringing again, she hissed without looking up or bothering to silence the call. The call ended and a message came in. her phone rang five more times but she didn’t bother to pick it. The phone started ringing again and she angrily dropped the pen with a bang then took the phone. She raised her eyebrows when she saw her producer’s name written on the screen. She turned and looked at the table clock, there was still time left before the interview, why then was he calling her? Her heart skipped a beat. The call ended just as she was about answering it. Eight missed calls and one message. She checked the call log; two calls were from her sisters, three from her best friend, two from her brother and one from her producer. She opened the message and it read: call me immediately you see this. She swallowed fearfully. A new message arrives just them; it was from her brother. Call me back as soon as possible. Her heart jumped into her mouth and sweat began forming on her forehead.
The door opened and she quickly raised her head just as her producer was stepping into the office. Mr Stanley, her producer hardly comes into her office except when something was wrong. She stared into his eyes; it wasn’t the look of a boss wanting a job to be done, it was something else. He closed the door and drew the window blind down. Her heart escalates, something is definitely wrong. Was she about to be sacked for being absent from for two weeks? He slides his hands into his pocket and stared at her, that got her more scared.
‘Were you able to see the news today?’ he asked.
‘No sir,’ she asked nervously.
‘Okay,’ he nodded and swallowed, he doesn’t want to be the carrier of bad news.
‘Sir did something happened?’ she swallowed hard and flicked her eyes.
‘No, nothing happens Rhoda. I will be going back to my office,’ he said turning around in the direction of the door.
‘All is not alright sir. Something is definitely wrong, I got two missed calls from my sister, three from my best friend, two from my brother, one from you and to cap it all, you’re in my office, something you hardly do. Please, sir, tell me what’s happening, I can handle it I promise,’ she said worriedly, standing up.
‘Whatever it is, I don’t want you to react. Be the strong and calm Rhoda I always know you to be,’ he said, walked and sat on the lounge.
‘Okay,’ she nodded.
‘Your husband....’
‘Oh my God, Anthony!’ she said interruptedly. ‘Did something happen to him?’ She asked with bulging eyes.
‘He his fine but he is in the news. I am sorry but I can’t tell you the detail, you can check it on Clara J’s blog.’
She sat back on the seat and hurriedly took her phone from the table, tapped on the Google chromes icon, typed in the address and wait for it as it loads. She scrolls down, reading the post headlines. Her eyes bulged and her throat became dry when she saw the headline: Popular TV presenter, Rhoda Mark’s Anthony Orji caught on camera banging a stripper against a car in the parking lot of club XYZ. She clicked on the headline and wait as it opens, she could feel her boss’s eyes on her. She held her breath when she saw the first picture. No no no! Let it not be true! She curiously scrolls down to read the news:
Businessman and husband of popular TV presenter, Rhoda Mark’s, Anthony Orji was yesterday night seen going cosy with popular Lagos stripper and self-acclaimed Instagram model, QueenK8 at the VIP section of club XYZ. They later moved to the parking lot of the club to have some hot sex (see video here). Remember, the businessman proposed to the TV presenter atop the Arik airline on the 30th of July 2012 on her birthday (see their engagement photos here). They had their traditional wedding on 1st of November at the Lagos Parkview Event centre and later went to Havana, the capital city of Cuba for an elaborate white wedding on the 15th of the same month (see photos from their traditional and white wedding here and here). We hope God intervene in the couple’s marriage.
She scrolls up and clicked on the link to the video with a shaky hand. It played immediately, she covered her mouth with her other hand as tears rolled down her cheeks. The moaning of the stripper pierced her heart and broke it into shreds. She pressed the power button and threw the phone away. She hit her head on the table and began sobbing; it was as if her world was coming to an end. Mr Stanley stood up and shuffled to where she was. He bent forward, placed one hand on the table on the other on the shoulder, patting her.
‘I am sorry Rhoda, that’s the price we pay for being in the public eyes. Our lives become public. You can take the day off; I will ask Jamila replace you for the interview,’ he said.
She didn’t answer him. He raised her head up and buried them in her hands. Her heart was bleeding from the thousand wounds created by the moans of the stripper. Mr Stanley sighed then stood up and left the office. She burst out a loud mournful cry, thanks to the soundproof in the office no one is going to hear her cry. Everyone in the office must have read the story by now. She removed her hands from her face and sniffled the fluid trying to escape from her nose. Her makeup was ruined, on a normal day she would have done another one immediately but that’s the least of her worries now. She looked around for the wiper box, took two and wiped the makeup from her face. She threw the stained wipers in a small disposable basket beside the table. She parked her things into the bag, wore her shoe and walked out of the office.
It was as if they were all waiting for her to come out of the office. The junior staffs whose cupids were put in a large hall outside the senior staff's office all turned to look at her. She smiled nervously at them and hurried towards the staircase. She met few of her colleagues as she descends down the stairs. She greeted them briskly and continued down the stairs. She strode towards the car, entered and zoomed off.
She drove in silence with a heavy heart, arrived minutes later, parked outside the house and came out. She banged on the door angrily as the gateman delayed in opening the gate. The gate came open and she pushed him aside, entering the house. She pushed the door closed with a bang and walked towards the building without responding to the gateman’s greeting. The gateman opened the gate and looked outside; the car door was still open. It was strange for her to do so. She entered the sitting room and saw the television on, meaning he was around. She tossed her shoes away and ran up into the room, he wasn’t there. She stood angrily looking around at nothing in particular. She went into the guest room and saw his things on the bed. She heard the sound of something crashing downstairs and hurried down. She saw him pouring himself a glass of wine. He glanced at her then went to one of the settees and sat down, legs crossed and eyes fixated on the television. She stood rooted to the ground as she stared at him with disgust, he wasn’t remorseful, unlike other husbands who would have been on their knees crying for forgiveness when they are caught cheating. She went and took the remote then turned off the television. She stood hands akimbo, fuming and dancing with her hips. He looked away to the window.
‘Anthony,’ she called with her voice a little pitched.
‘Yes,’ he replied turning to face her.
‘Why did you do that for God’s sake?’ she asked. She couldn’t hold the tears any longer as it streams down her cheeks, uncontrollable.
He raised his brows up forming ignorance. “Do what?’
‘Stop pretending Anthony, you know what I am talking about. The stripper at club XYZ, you know what I am talking about. You don’t even look sorry for your actions,’ she said bitterly.
‘Sorry?’ he asked giggling. ‘There is nothing to be sorry about Rhoda. You refused to perform your wifely duties of satisfying my sexual urges, I went out and have someone do what you couldn’t do and you’re angry at that also? Don’t worry about getting an STDs, she is clean,’ he sneered, took the glass of wine and sipped from it.
‘You’re disgusting!” she spat. He chuckled and sipped again. ‘I regret marrying you.’
He turned to her and tightened his forehead, giving her the are you serious? Type of look then stood up. He straightened his shirt and swaggered to where she stood. She glared at him. He put his hand on her shoulder and she shrugged it off angrily. He flicked his eyes and chuckled mockingly. He smiled and put one leg forward, hands on the hip.
‘I don’t know why you’re angry Rhoda. Someone took proper care of your husband for you; she did what you were unable to do. You ought to be happy and even give her a thank you gift. You know what, you two have so many things in common; the height, curves, big bosom and behind. Oh, I forgot she also likes it from behind, just like you. The differences between you two are that she moans loudly and talks dirt...’
A slap interrupted him from completing his sentence. ‘Shut up you animal!’ she shouted shaking. He stood amazed, his hand on the cheek that was slapped. He fisted his hand and punched her with all might on the nose. She cried out painfully; fell on her knee with her hands over the now bleeding nose. He kicked her in the stomach and climbed on top of her just as she fell on the floor. He held her hands together with one hand and used the other to slap and punch her in the face, chest and neck. She began struggling and calling for help as he continued beating her. She gave up struggling and only cry as he continued his assault. He stood up from her body when he was satisfied, spat on her and went into the bathroom to wash his bloodstained hand. He went upstairs and changed into an orange coloured Hackett polo shirt and blued faded jean trouser and walked out of the house without turning to look at where she was sobbing.


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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 11:09am On Mar 03, 2018
Episode Six



Clara sat down in front of the laptop in her spacious study room. She went through Jane’s Instagram pictures. They have so much in common and that had made their friendship wax stronger. She copied the pictures then clicked on her blogger icon the toolbar. She past the pictures and wrote some praises about Jane and hit the publish button.
Clara Jamie is a successful entertainment gossip blogger with millions of views on every post. She has people many people running after her to make a post about them or their businesses. She is rich with many landed properties. Due to their chosen line of business, which involves posting about people’s personal business, she has few friends and many enemies. She was never invited to any event hosted by other celebrities and that made her angry. She vowed to continue posting negative things about anyone that fall into her trap. Many celebrities have fallen prey to her hidden agenda and had their career gone.
Her phone buzzed on the table. It must be one of the many contacts that feed her with information. What people fail to understand is that though she doesn’t attend events, she has spies who keep her posted on what is happening in the entertainment industry. She was surprised when she saw the message was from Jane. She became interested and quickly opened the message.
Check your mail. I have a juicy story for you. The message read. She chuckled and dropped the phone back on the table. She drew her laptop closer and opened her mail. She saw a new mail from Jane; it was a video. She clicked and it played. Her jaws dropped down as the video plays. The video ended at three minutes, she stared at the video then burst out a wicked laugh. She stopped then sneered.
‘Good work with that Jane, Samantha Bayo, you just messed up big time. Welcome to the game bitch!’ She said stressing the last word.
Her phone started ringing, she glimpsed at the screen. Alex was written on the screen. She sighed, pushing her eyes, picked the phone and answered the call. She flipped her hair and placed the phone on her ear, frowning.
‘Why are you calling me by this time of the night Alex? It is past eleven already,’ she said relaxing on the seat.
‘I am sorry Clara but there is no better time to call but now,’ he said happily.
‘Hope all is fine?’
‘Well, yes for us but it is going to be tough for some people. I was at club XYZ awhile ago and guess who I saw going cosy with a stripper, Anthony Orji; popular TV presenter Rhoda Mark’s husband. I took some pictures of him and the stripper.’
‘Wow! That’s good news for us,’ a smile escaped her lips.
‘Wait until I finish, I did a very good job. So they left the club and went to the parking lot where they had sex with a car. Bad for him, I filmed every minute of their illicit activities and have already sent it to you via Whatsapp.’
‘Nice work Alex, I will transfer your money tomorrow morning.’
‘Thank you, Clara, it is nice working with you,’ he said and ended the call.
She smiled, tapping on the Whatsapp icon. There were messages from the Alex; seven pictures and a video. She downloaded then; they were mostly raunchy. She played the video and jealously fixates on her phone screen. The moaning of the stripper turned her on. The video ended and she replayed it twice. Her hand slide into the bum short she was wearing. Her middle finger found its way into her opening and she began going in and out. She lifted her legs up and placed them on the table then spread them widely apart. She played the video and dropped it on the table. She pulled the bum short to her hip level, shut her eyes and rested her head on the seat. She opened her mouth in ecstasy as she adds two more fingers, cupping her boson and squeezing them gently with her other hand. The moans became louder and she began vibrating as her opening tightens. She collapsed on the floor as she cum. She lay on the floor, in her own fluid, panting, trying to catch up her breath. She stood up and looked around as if someone was looking. She closed the laptop, took her phone and left the study room. She went and had a long warm bath then went into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed. She shut her eyes and slept with a smile on her face, hands between her legs.


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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 7:08am On Mar 02, 2018
Episode Five



Jane walked out of the steaming tube and tied a white towel around her chest. She stomped into the bedroom and sat in front of the dressing mirror. She untied the towel and dabbed her body, applied lotion all over her body then applied light makeup on her face. She went into the bathroom and dropped the towel on the railing then swaggered into the walk-in closet which was attached to the room. She stood hands akimbo staring at the array of clothes. Her eyes fell on a peach-coloured all lace bodycon dress. She took it from the hanger and moved in the direction of the shoe closet, took a nude heeled court-shoe and peach underwear then walked out to the bedroom. She wore the clothes and went to the safe box where her jewellery are kept, brought out a pearl necklace and earrings. She stood in front of the mirror and checked herself out, a smile escaped her lips when she saw her beautiful she was looking. She chuckled and walked to the drawer, brought out the box of her favourite perfume; the spirit of Dubai and sprayed it all over. She unplugged her phone and walked down to the dining room, took her car key from the table then walked out of the house. About five exotic cars were parked under the carport. She went and entered one of her latest acquires. She brought out her phone and dialled a number.
‘What’s up babe?’ A female voice asked from the other end of the call.
‘Hi Clara, how are you doing?’ Jane said smiling, the dimples on her cheeks appeared.
‘I am doing go ooo, and you?’
‘Same here, I am going to Cindy’s baby shower now. I will be posting some pictures on Instagram and snap, please I want you to post them on your blog.’
‘Hmm. Jane, you and attention are like five and six,’ the voice giggled.
‘One needs to be in the news always to stay relevant you know. I am an A-list actress, a celebrity of the federal republic of Nigeria,’ she said proudly, flipping her hair backwards.
‘Oh yeah! Don’t worry; I will do just that, anything for my friend.’
‘I will send you exclusive photos of the shower.’
‘That’s my friend; I will be waiting for the pictures.’
‘I should be going now, I am running late already.’
‘Okay.’
She ended the call and hissed. She started the engine and drove to the gate. The gateman hurriedly opens the gate and she drove out. She slides a disk into the car stereo and increased the volume to maximum, nodding her head as she drove at full speed.
Jane Albert is a reigning queen in the film industry. One of the richest and most influential actresses in the country. She is well connected and has assets in and outside the country worth millions of naira. Having her feature in any movie means that movie is going to be sold out in the cinema. These made her a hot cake among movie producers. She had won the best actress for five years consecutively and is the most awarded actress ever.
She arrived at the venue, Cindy’s husband’s mansion in Banana Island. The duo has been friends for over a decade. They came into the industry almost at the same time. They became friends when they both featured leading and supporting actresses respectively in a movie. Jane had climbed the ladder faster though many people accuse her of sleeping with producers for movie roles. That didn’t end their friendship as they remain best friends. Cindy got married to one of the sons of an oil mogul two years ago. The wedding had created a buzz that year for two reasons: Cindy getting married to a billionaire husband and Jane being the chief bride’s maid. Now Cindy is pregnant and about giving birth to her first child. Jane smiled and shook her head; how time flies
There were many exotic cars parked in and outside the mansion. It is going to be a show of crème de la crème in the entertainment and oil industry. She parked her car somewhere and came out. She went to the boot and brought out a small box wrapped in a golden gift-wrap, her name was scripted in silver ink. She straightened her dress, ran her fingers through her hair and walked into the house. Two ladies standing by the door turned in admiration as she walked passed them; she smiled and waved at them as she stepped into the gigantic sitting room. A sweet fragrance beat her on the nose.
The sitting room was beautifully decorated with flowers and lights. She smiled and searched around for Cindy. She sighted her standing at a corner, talking with another guest. She flicked her eyes and began walking in her direction. The clicking of her shoes on the cream tiles made heads turn. She smiled inwardly, she was drawing attention to herself and that’s what she wants. She could hear people talking in hush voices and clicks of cameras. One of the guests with Cindy whispered to her and she quickly turned around to face her. She put her hands on her baby bump.
‘You made it,’ Cindy said smiling happily.
‘You know I will come, how is my little angel doing?’ Jane asked looking down at Cindy’s protruding tummy.
‘She is doing, ready to be popped out,’ Cindy replied rubbing her tummy.
‘I can’t wait to hold those tiny hands of hers,’ they giggled. ‘Care for few pictures?’
‘Sure,’ Cindy nodded and moved closer to her.
Jane unlocked her phone and tap on the camera icon. They took some pictures, other people joined in for some group photographs. She was busy porting and smiling when she sighted Samantha, her arch-enemy sitting on the lounge in a corner of the sitting room. She was sitting with legs crossed, talking with other ladies. From the look on their faces, they seem to be brought her brows together into a frown and turned to Cindy.
‘What is that thing doing here?’ she said to Cindy, clenching her teeth.
‘I invited her, I know she I…’
‘She is my number one enemy you know that,’ Jane said interruptedly. ‘I don’t attend the event she goes, I would have walked out of here this moment if not for you.’
‘I am sorry girlfriend,’ Cindy said and held her hand then winked.
‘Next times don’t do that to me please.’
‘Yes ma’am,’ they laughed.
‘Okay, let me find a seat while you attend to other guests.’
‘Thank you so much girlfriend,’ Cindy said and walked away.
Jane flipped her hair backwards and shuffled to the dining area. She drew a chair and sat down. She unlocked her phone, filtered all the picture they snapped then uploaded them to her social media accounts. Likes and comments started flowing in immediately. She smiled; that’s the benefit of being the most followed female celebrity in the country. Something Samantha can never achieve in her miserable career. She took her eyes away from the phone and looked in the direction Samantha was but she wasn’t there. She searched around the sitting room worriedly. She saw her standing by one of the windows with a half-filled glass of champagne, talking to a man. She was covered up with jealousy immediately. The man Samantha was talking to was quite young and rich, looking at the flawless suit and the Italian shoe he wore. She stern at them for awhile then looked away and hissed. Cindy came and sat beside her looking worried.
‘You’re back already back,’ Jane said locking her phone.
‘Yes. The event is about to start and the M.C is nowhere to be found,’ Cindy said disappointedly.
‘Have you tried calling him?’
‘I did but his number isn’t connecting.’
‘That’s disappointing! Okay, don’t stress yourself, I will help with that.’
‘You will? That will be so kind of you girlfriend.’
‘Anything for you girlfriend.’
‘You’re the best girlfriend in the whole world I swear,’ Cindy said hugging her tightly.
‘You can say that again girlfriend, now let’s go give them a never before seen the baby shower,’ they laughed out loudly.
The event lasted for almost two hours, there were presentations of gift, eating and drinking. Some comedians who are friends with the family entertained the guest with rib cracking jokes. A call came through Jane’s phone and she quickly went away from the noise to answer the call. She went outside and answered the call. She heard her name and walked quickly to where she heard voices coming from. Two ladies were sitting on a high stool talking harshly. Jane wondered what they are gossiping about.
‘I wonder what went wrong this time that Smith Abu didn’t the almighty Jane Albert the lead role in his upcoming film.’
‘I heard the film is budgeted around fifty million dollars and will have some of Hollywood popular faces.’
‘The worst of it all is that Smith Abu plan to give Samantha Bayo the lead role.’
‘Jane Albert will go mad when she comes to know about it.’
Jane couldn’t believe what she just heard. If what the ladies said was true, then Samantha is definitely going to snatch the position of the most loved actress. She blinked severally thinking of the way out. As if on cue, Samantha came out hand in hand with the young man she had seen her with. They were whispering and giggling. She brought out her phone and took some pictures of them. Unlike her, Samantha is a very secretive person. They stood by a car and talked for some seconds then kissed passionately, giving Jane the opportunity to take some pictures. She smiled; Clara will do her own part. A chunk of ideas came to her mind; she chuckled mischievously and entered the house.

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Literature / Re: Glitz And Glamour-a Celebrity Story. by duch12(m): 12:48pm On Feb 27, 2018
Episode Foure

Jeffery came down from the car and looked around. He had just returned from London just a few days ago where he had finished shooting one of the highest budgeted movies of the year. His account was full and it needs to be shaken. He smiled, adjusted the glass on his eyes and bounced into the club. He brought out a bunch of one thousand naira notes and gave to the bouncers at the entrance. He went into the VIP section and sat down in a red leather lounge. He gestured to a waiter and ordered a bottle of Moet nectar rose. The waiter came back seconds later with his order in a small silver bucket filled with ice and a glass cup. He opened the bottle and poured the drink into the cup. He took the bottle and went to the section where the strippers were and poured the rest on the floor. He brought out a bunch of one dollar notes and began spraying the strippers. There was an uproar in the VIP section as people hail him. He danced for a while then returned back to his seat. Two strippers followed him and began touching him at sensitive places. He drew one of the closers and grabbed her lips in a passionate kiss. He let go of the lips just as the second stripper put his head in between her bosom. He shook his head laughing. She bit her lower lips and sat on his laps then moaned loudly. He dipped his hands in their thongs and slides them down to their clitorises. They moaned loudly, grabbing their bosom and licked their lips. One of the strippers pressed hard on his crotch. He giggled and moaned, closing his eyes. He clawed to the seat.
‘You can do better than that babe,’ he said giggling.
One the strippers went on her knees opened his zipper and brought out his manhood. An electric sensation ran through his body as she took him in her mouth. The other stripper locked his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. He was already on cloud nine. The action continued for almost three minutes then he broke away from the kiss. He held the stripper blowing him by her hair and raised her face. They looked at each other then at him. He smiled at them, zipping his trouser.
‘The show hasn’t ended yet, it is just started,’ he sneered wickedly. ‘Go get your things bitches, it going to be one hell of a night. Daddy is going to spoil you silly.’
They glanced at each other, stood up and left. He chuckled, rubbing his nicely trimmed beard. He turned towards the bar and caught a waitress looking at him. He winked at her then bit his lower lip seductively, rubbing his crotch. She smiled and licked her lips. He gestured to her to come over. She walked and stood inches away from him.
‘Three bottles of Johnnie Walker Black and a bottle of Ciroc original. It should be parked just like you,’ he said staring at her exposed bosom.
‘Anything for you sir,’ she said, turned and walked away. He stared at her mighty backside. She came back a few minutes later with a black textile carrier back and dropped it on the table. He paid for the drinks then brought two bundles of a thousand notes. He stretched his hands towards her and she bent forward to and held the money. He shook his head and smiled. She cocked her eyebrows feigning ignorance of what he was trying to do. He smiles then pointed at her exposed cleavage. She nodded, giving him the go ahead. He slowly put each bundle in each of her exposed bosoms. He cupped her bosom and squeezed it gently; she smiled, stood and winked at him then walked away. The strippers came back fully clothed. He jumped up to his feet and took the carrier back from the table, the strippers walked to him and he grabbed their waist as they walked out of the club in the direction of the parking lot. His phone buzzed just as he was about opening the car. He brought it out from his pocket and unlocked it.
Suite 3. The message read. He smiled then turned the strippers who look excited and cleared his throat, sliding his hands in the back pocket. ‘I am sorry ladies, there is a change in plan, nothing is happening today, maybe next time,’ he stared at them disappointedly.
He opened the car and took out bundles of cash from the glove compartment. He brought out two bottles of Johnnie Walker from the carrier bag and gave them. The collected it from him, stared at him with disgust, hissed and walked back into the club angrily. He scoffed as he watched them enter the club, entered the car and drove away. He turned to a turn that leads to The Royal Tropicana Hotel.

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