The black Indigo:
Runs Girl👙
Episode 6
I nearly ran mad when the results came out and I
got “F” in Mr Ofoegbu’s course.
I stared at my reg number a second time to be sure
it was mine and that there was no mix up.
Indeed it was mine.
I ran to Mr Ofoegbu’s office to confront him and
find out why he hadn’t kept to his own end of the
bargain only to discover that the door to his
office was locked.
I dialled his number, he didn’t pick.
I dialled again and again and again, no response.
Then on the fifth attempt he picked.
“Yes who is this?” He asked with his peculiar
baritone voice.
“Its me Linda. The student that met you at
lomalinda hotel,” I explained.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking
about,” Mr Ofoegbu replied throwing me off
balance. “Who did you say you met at lomalinda?”
“Sir can’t you remember me? Linda, the girl you
spent time with at lomalinda hotel. The one you
promised to give an “A” in your course. Sir, they
just pasted the results now and I got “F.” Sir,
please I wish to know what happened.”
“Please I don’t understand what you’re talking
about. Maybe this is a wrong number,” he said
hanging up the call.
I felt like tearing myself into two.
How on earth could Mr Ofoegbu do this to me? Does
it mean I’m going to carry this course over?
I was still deep in thought when my phone began to
ring.
“Hello,” I said on picking.
“Hello, this is the Chief Receptionist of Hilly
Zander guest house. We have a very important
personality lodging in our hotel this night and he
had gone through the pictures of all the beautiful
ladies in our database and picked you as his
favourite. Will you be free for the job this night?”
“Yes I will,” I replied. “How much is he paying?”
“Umm, 450k,” the receptionist replied.
“Wow I’m gonna be free,” I said smiling to myself.
450k was no child’s play and if not for any other
thing, atleast I was going to use it to console
myself over the disappointment Mr Ofoegbu dished
to me…
Runs Girls👙
Episode 7
I was at Hilly Zander guest house by 7 o’clock pm
on the dot.
I went straight to the receptionist who wasted no
time in identifying me.
“Cindy right?” She asked beaming her
professional smile at me.
“Yea Cindy,” I replied.
Cindy was my business name. Stella had taught me
that business life was different from personal life
so we used different names for business.
Just like actors who answered different names on
stage, we answered different names in business.
Stella’s business name was Kittana just as mine
was Cindy.
But that’s by the way…
“Room 330,” the receptionist directed pointing
down the hall.
“Thanks a lot,” I replied and followed her
direction.
I got to the room with 330 written on top and
knocked.
“Come in,” a deep voice responded.
I swung the lock open and went in. The receptionist
didn’t make any mistake in her description. The
man from his appearance was indeed a very
important personality.
He wore this big abada like clothe that most of our
top Hausa politicians liked wearing with a cap to
match.
He was dark in complexion with a medium sized pot
belly. He had tribal marks on both sides of his
cheek.
“Hi beautiful, what’s your name?” He asked as
soon as I entered.
“Cindy,” I replied smartly.
“I’m Alhaji Senator Jubril Ahmed,” he said
looking at me. ” I just arrived few hours ago for a
convention.”
“You’re highly welcome to our state sir,” I
replied with my business smile playing on my lips.
“You’re such a beautiful lady wahali,” he
complimented.
“Thank you sir,” I replied. “I’m here to make
you happy sir.”
“Please address me as Jubril dear. Let’s not
sound too official,” he suggested.
“Ok sir. Oh sorry Jubril,” I corrected.
“No problem,” he replied.
There are personalities you will see and you won’t
know when sir starts pouring from your mouth.
Alhaji Senator Jubril Ahmed was one of such
personalities.
I started the evening for him with a strip dance.
The Alhaji went crazy as he watched my waist
whine slowly to the rhythm of the song playing on
the telly and at the same time slowly took of my
clothes.
My top was the first to go revealing my pawpaw
shaped b00bs sake for my bra.
Then my skirt followed revealing the super hot g-
string undie I wore inside.
By the time my bra and g-string was gone, Alhaji
already had a visible bulge showing on his trousers.
Without wasting time, he removed the abada and
trouser and stood completely naked before me…
Runs Girl👙
Episode 8
His uncircumsized phallus was as long as that of a
horse, if not longer, and I wondered within myself if
he would be able to penetrate me.
The phallus stood erect pointing menacingly
towards me.
I was still staring at the Alhaji’s long phallus
when he suddenly grabbed me and yanked me onto
the bed.
My heart instantly flew into my chest.
I had heard lots of stories about ladies who died in
the course of this business and I never imagined
such fate for myself.
“Please take it easy sir,” I begged squeezing my
face.
I guess the sight of my nude body must have
charged him beyond control.
“Come here!” He commanded forcing my two legs
apart.
I hesitated but gave way as I noticed the
aggression accompanying his lust.
I felt sharp pain hit my tummy as he roughly
penetrated me. The Alhaji wasn’t romantic at all.
Wam bam wam bam, he rocked back and forth like a
bull without control striking the mouth of my womb
with reckless abandon.
He continued like this for over one hour before he
started groaning in ecstasy as he ejaculated his
load inside me.
Then he rolled off and lay on the bed panting.
“Wahali you sweet die,” he said to me fondling my
b00bs.
I didn’t respond as I lay still in pain.
I felt cramping pain all over my pelvic region and
down my legs.
All through the night, Alhaji f.u.c.k.e.d me
mercilessly in every position imaginable.
I couldn’t tell where he got his energy from.
Who knows, he must have taken viagra before
coming to the hotel.
He finally slept off around 3am in the morning. By
that time I was totally exhausted and almost giving
up.
I felt peppery sensation all over my p---y area but
endured it after-all my 450k patiently waited for
me.
But then something very terrifying happened.
Alhaji was lying dead beside me on the bed by the
time I woke up the next morning…
Runs Girl 👙
Episode 9
I jumped out of the bed with all the strength my
legs could muster and stared at Alhaji’s lifeless
body.
Fear gripped me as I didn’t know what to do.
Alhaji lay still on the bed with a sombre expression
on his face like he was sleeping.
The aphrodisiac he had taken to enhance his
performance must have caused him a heart attack
but then who would believe me?
I wasn’t a doctor and had no background
knowledge in medicine but then common sense was
enough for me to reach my conclusion.
The reality and fear surrounding the fact that the
hotel management could charge me for murder
added to my trepidation.
I had to act fast and smart.
With trembling limbs, I hurriedly wore my clothes, ran
into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, put
on light make up and opened the door to leave but
on second thought, I decided to delay for sometime
before leaving.
I didn’t want the receptionist to suspect that
anything was amiss.
I left the room five minutes later and headed to
the receptionists desk to receive the payment for
my service.
“How is Alhaji?” The lady-receptionist asked
beaming her professional smile at me.
“Alhaji is fine o,” I replied struggling to hide my
anxiety. “He’s still sleeping.”
“Hope everything is alright?” She asked looking
suspiciously at me.
“Sure,” I replied with an anxious smile on my lips.
“I came to collect my payment.”
The receptionist opened a drawer in front of her
seat and retrieved some bundles of Naira notes.
She handed 3bundles to me and announced:
“that’s 250k.”
“I thought you said the job was 450k?” I asked
looking perplexed.
“Yea,” she replied. “The hotel management is
entitled to 200k while you take 250.”
I wasn’t in the mood to argue so I took the 250k
she gave me and zoomed out of the hotel as fast
as my legs could carry me before Alhaji’s lifeless
body was discovered…
Runs Girl 👙
Episode 10
I had barely gotten to my room when my phone
began to ring.
I looked at the caller and it was the receptionist at
Hilly Zander guest house.
Instantly, my heart skipped 3beats and my breath
rhythm increased.
The reason why she was calling me was clear to me
and this added to my anxiety.
But then I had to pick or else I would be tagged the
chief suspect without any waste of time.
With trembling hands I picked the call.
“Hello,” I said on picking.
“Yes, am I speaking with Cindy?” The female voice
at the other end of the line asked.
“Yes, you are,” I replied.
“What did you do to Alhaji? Alhaji was found dead
this morning after you had left. What did you do to
him?” She asked nearly precipitating a
spontaneous cardiac arrest in me.
I nearly slumped on hearing the receptionist’s
question but to God be the glory I didn’t.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking
about,” I replied with all the courage my failing
heart could muster.
“Please can you come over to Hilly Zander guest
house?” She asked sending my already weakened
heart beating anew.
“Sorry I’m not in town,” I lied nervously.
There was no way I could go back to that guest
house for any reason not to talk of now that a
murder case was involved.
“The best thing you can do for yourself and this
guest house,” the receptionist continued. “is to
bundle yourself back to this place and clarify
things or risk turning yourself into a fugitive.
Alhaji came in here healthy and hearty till this
morning.”
“The Alhaji was sleeping when I left,” I countered
defending myself. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about and I’m currently not in town.”
Angrily, the receptionist ended the call.
It was obvious that the guest house was in big
trouble as the deceased person was no small
individual.
Imagine a senator of the federal republic
of____found dead in a guest house?
The case was indeed no small case and the guest
house was bound to answer for it.
No wonder they wanted me at all cost.
But then truth be told, I didn’t kill Alhaji and all
of you can bear me witness.
But all the same I wasn’t going anywhere.
As far as I’m concerned, I was out of town and
out of sight.
The police arrested all members of the hotel
management including the manager.
They also sent Alhaji’s body to a well known
hospital for autopsy.
News was sent to the media about a wanted
prostitute named Cindy.
Luckily for me, my real name wasn’t Cindy so I only
had my picture to contend with.
Once or twice some friends called to confirm
whether I was the one been shown all over the news
in connection to the murder of one reputable
senator.
I strongly denied being the one and waved aside
the picture as mere resemblance.
Even my roommate Stella was shocked about the
whole development.
My only saving grace was that the name all over
the news was Cindy not Linda.
Funny enough when the autopsy result of the dead
Alhaji came out, it showed that the Alhaji had died
of circulatory arrest resulting from the
complications of his intake of one locally made
aphrodisiac known as buruntashi.
This cleared both the hotel management and “I”
of the crime but the news nonetheless spread all
over the country that a senator had died in a
guest house after a marathon s€x session with a
prostitute after taking a locally made aphrodisiac
they called buruntashi…
