Ann2012:

Says who?

Odoogu:


I dey always see way you dey dodge these shots them ni

na only single lady fit dey dodge like that

Ann2012:

Hmmmm

Ann2012:

Help me tell them oooo

PrinceMon101:





But Ann, you really single?😁

SolaRaphael:
Good day, good people. This story wil run concurrently with my other story titled 'Fear No More', without one disturbing the other.

'Lust City' is a story of love and lust in an urban settlement. The story will entertain and inspire.

Happy reading.

Note that comments are welcome.


Lust City

(c) Copyright control. 2019.



By seven p.m., when Manu got to the Pleasure Zone Restaurant and Bar, the place was already brimming with customers. After the hard day's work, many men decided to frequent the place for relaxation.

Some came to drink while some wanted to dine. Some others came to satisfy their pent-up lusts. Yet, some came to enjoy all the services that the place could offer. Apart from the food, wine and beer, some scantily dressed ladies offered 'short time' and 'long term' services for men who desired them.

Manu came to take drinks and pepper soup and to have a fun-filling time with his regular, the lady simply known as Princess.

He sat on one of the plastic chairs surrounding an empty round table. He could see and hear clearly the programme going on on the television. One of the sales girls drifted towards him.

'Welcome, sir. What can we offer you?'

Manu nodded at her. He told her the brand of beer he wanted. 'Also give me a plate of pepper soup.'

Within a couple of minutes, his orders were brought. He used table spoon to sip the soup as he took the beer. Intermittently, he also picked meats from the plate and munched. He had not spent up to ten minutes when Femi came to the bar. Manu and Femi were working together before the latter got a job at Dangogo Foods Limited as Sales Supervisor. Manu owned Excellento Tutorial School and Femi used to be his Economics teacher for GCE and UTME students. His job had taken him away, but not totally. Many evenings, they met in the bar.

'Manu, the Manu,' Femi hailed, making straight for his table. 'How was school today?'

Manu smiled, shook hands with him and shrugged.

'School was fine as usual,' he returned. 'How was you rice, salt and sugar business?'

'Fine too.' He sat down opposite Manu. He too ordered for beer and pepper soup. As the sales girl brought his orders, Femi looked at her with a grin.

'Is Juliet around?'

The girl nodded. 'Yes, sir.'

Femi's grin became wider. 'Tell her to come.'

Once again, the sales girl nodded. 'Yes, sir.'

Manu could not understand why Femi was fond of Juliet. It was true she was busty and well-endowed at the bum, but to Manu, she was too tall and muscular for his liking. But then, that was Femi's choice. Afterall, one man's food was another's poison.

Juliet soon came to join them.

'Juliet, Juliet. My beautiful babe, Juliet,' Femi said.

'Good evening.' Juliet sounded moody.

'Why is my babe looking unhappy. Sit down, let me put you in the right mood.'

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She was not surprised to hear this from him. Actually, she saw it coming. In the last few days, he had told her a lot about his previous marriage and how things had not worked out. Helen, his first wife, had sought and got divorce on the ground that their differences were irreconcilable.

He had three children aged nineteen, seventeen and fourteen respectively. At forty-nine, he was a handsome, well-to-do guy with things at his beck and call. What had been a source of concern for her was why did he choose her.

Yes, among all the ladies out there, why would he choose a twenty-years old girl he met dancing naked at the club? Why should he think that a lady like her was a wife material?

Now, the situation had gone beyond wondering? If Nelson Ovie thought she was good enough to be a wife material, then so be it. He was
asking her if she would marry him, did he expect a negative answer?

'Yes,' she answered. 'Yes, I will marry you.'

'Oh, that's my darling young Princess.' He put the ring on her left third finger. There was a bear hug and a kiss.

'You've made my day,' he said. 'From now on, I'm going to show that despite the numbers of years between us, I've got so much love to offer
you.'

She smiled at his sweet words and hoped he really meant every word he had spoken.



* * *

The lady popularly called ‘Princess’ was one of the ladies that did 'runs' at one of the night hang outs frequented by Manu. She was actually a
favorite of Manu and had enjoyed some intimacy with him. For the past two weeks, Princess, whose real name was Sade, had not been involved
in any 'runs'. She had been very sick and had only managed to come out of the sickness in one piece. On the third day of her illness, she had a
dream in which she was warned against doing the 'runs' business again. In the dream, she was shown that she would be a highly successful
person, but it would never be through commercial sex trading.

When she recovered from the illness, she had vowed never to go back to doing 'runs' again. At twenty-four, she still had a whole long life ahead
of her. Truly, she had only 'ordinary' level certificate, but she was once a hairdresser, and she might as well go back to doing the hair-dressing
job, or even working for somebody in a saloon.

As bad as Sade might be, she believed she was special and had a special gift. Her dreams were always very significant and she had learnt to
always take them seriously. Last night, she had another significant dream. In the dream, Manu was revealed to her as her husband!

Manu? Was that not the carefree, jolly man that patronized her when she was in the sex-trade business? How many such equally care-free and
lecherous ladies had he bedded? Of all reasonable and responsible men in the world, why would Manu be her husband? But Sade knew it was
better she did not question the authenticity of the claims made by the dream. As difficult and as far-fetched the situation appeared to be, if
Manu had been designed by providence to be her husband, she believed no force on earth could alter it.

She still had the number of the man on her line and she wondered if she should call him. What would be the purpose of calling him? Would it
be to inform him that she would be his wife? Don't be ridiculous, she told herself. If you don't want to be laughed at and be ridiculed, you
better don't say anything like that to him.

But another voice asked her why not. If indeed she believed in her dreams, why couldn't she give him at least a hint? It was not as if she would
propose to him, but perhaps there was nothing wrong in subtly letting him know.

She had been a bad girl, but she must drop that toga; and in the last few days, she had. Her father was late, and her nonchalant mother had not
noticed the changes in her. All the older woman could see was that Sade was sick but was recuperating. She was the only child. Her mother had
refused to marry when she lost her husband about five years ago. But she knew there were many men in her life, a line Sade was towing, until
now.

Alone at home, Sade decided that she would look for a saloon around by tomorrow morning to see where she could eke out a living. On
impulse, she brought out her phone and scrolled through the numbers saved on it. When she got to where Manu's number was, she stopped.
She didn't even know much about him apart from the fact that he used to be her 'regular customer'. She had however been to his residence on

two occasions when he invited her over to the place.

Still acting on impulse, she dialed his number.

'Hello.' It was a female voice that picked the call.

'Hello. Can I be on to Manu?' Sade asked.

'He's in the toilet. What d'you want?'

'Tell him Princess called.'

She cut the line. Who was the person that picked his call? A sister? A relative? A girlfriend? Sade wondered. She knew that for a person like him,
a girlfriend would not be far away.

She decided to do something: she would send him a text message.

A moment later, Manu came out of the toilet back to the sitting-room when Clara confronted him.

'Who is Princess?' she asked. He had stored the name of the caller as Princess and Clara had wondered who Princess was.

'Huh?'

'A lady just called your number now, and you stored her number as Princess. Who is she?'

Manu managed a wan smile. To start with, he did not like the action of Clara picking up his call. She shouldn't have done that. Then, the way she asked was more like a demand. He however bottled his annoyance.

'Princess? Oh, that should be one of my nieces.'

'Really?' The way Clara made her face showed that she did not believe him.

'Come on, Princess is the nickname I gave to Bola, a niece of mine.'

Just then, the phone beeped to announce the coming of a text message. In the same audacious spirit, Clara picked up his phone to read the message.

'This message can't be from a niece,' she said in acrimony. 'The message from your Princess reads: 'I've just called to say hello. From Sade
(Princess), your future wife.' Now, how can this so-called Princess be your niece?'

Manu was dumb-founded. What kind of silly joke was Princess playing? How could she write such a message and call herself his future wife?




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Just then, the phone beeped to announce the coming of a text message. In the same audacious spirit, Clara picked up his phone to read the message.

'This message can't be from a niece,' she said in acrimony. 'The message from your Princess reads: 'I've just called to say hello. From Sade (Princess), your future wife.' Now, how can this so-called Princess be your niece?'
Next please

Manu was dumb-founded. What kind of silly joke was Princess playing? How could she write such a message and call herself his future wife?

'Princess is playing pranks,' he managed to say. 'She likes to play pranks.'

'I think you're the one playing pranks,' Clara said heatedly. 'You said the Princess' real name was Bola, but it turned out that she is Sade. Why did you tell me about marriage, when you've already got a lady?'

'Oh, no, no!' he said quickly and vehemently.

'Believe me, I never promised Princess, or any other lady, anything marriage. In truth, she's not a niece, but a friend. She likes to play pranks, and she's in the act, right now.'

Clara still made a face and he had say more to disabuse her mind.

'It cannot be,' he said pointedly. 'I stand before almighty God to proclaim that the only lady I've promised to marry is you, Clara. Let no call or message from anybody give you doubt.'

With his avowed declaration, she decided to believe him.




'You can stop the car here,' Agatha said. The driver did as he was told. Agatha got down from the car.

'Okay, goodnight,' she said.

'Goodnight,' the driver replied. It was a few meters to the gate of her father's residence, but she would walk the rest of the distance. Agatha didn't want her daddy to know about Nelson yet.

To avoid being asked about the owner of the posh car that came to drop her, she opted for getting down before getting to the house. The time was few minutes to eight in the evening.

The three children and daddy were at home.
Her sisters were glad to see her, as usual.

'Sister Agatha, good evening,' Nnena greeted.

The other two joined in the greeting.

'How're you all?' Agatha asked. The party answer was in the affirmative.

'How about daddy? Is he at home?'

'Yes, daddy's in his bedroom,' the youngest of the girls answered.

Agatha opened her bag to bring out niceties. There was a little something for everybody.

Nnena took her valise to the second bedroom, the one the girls used. After a while, Agatha decided to go and greet Eddie in his bedroom. She knocked at his door.

'Yes?' his voice called from inside.

She opened the door and went inside. 'Good evening, daddy.'

He looked up from the laptop he was working on by his bedside.

'Agatha. How're you?'

'Fine. How was wok?'

'We thank God. How was school too?'

'Fine. All is well.' Her mind went to Doctor Joe Sabada. Thank God he had stopped disturbing her. But wait a minute, why didn't she report his harassment to her father?



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