Chapter 28

JOURNAL OF A LAGOS PLAYBOY (28)

"But dude, na wa for you oh. Can't you even stay single without having anything to do with a woman – just for a short while?" Tunde asked me.

"Why should I?" I asked him looking puzzled. "What's the point? Why should I punish myself?"

Yesterday, we were at Ifeanyi's birthday party which Ifeanyi had in his usual manner, insisted that we show up at all costs. Tunde and I rarely saw each other these days; most especially as a result of our lives heading in opposite directions. Tunde was preparing for fatherhood while I was…well, still wondering on the course my life was taking. Thus we made it a point of duty to meet there.

Chloe had gone to Calabar to visit Obudu Cattle Ranch with her friends as her time in Nigeria was almost up. She had become so accustomed to me that she always wanted me to accompany her everywhere. We were seldom apart during weekends, probably the reason she was upset when I declined her invitation to meet her up there, though she didn't press me. Her unexpected visit caused quite a stir at the office on Thursday as tongues wagged all day. When I told Tunde all about the recent happenings, he was thoughtful for a while before he said, "Your life would make a pretty good movie" and I laughed. I was already thinking like that.

"Are you aware that you just may be burning whatever is left of the bridge between you and Christy?" He asked thoughtfully.

"I doubt if she ever plans to use the bridge again. What would you have me do? Sit and mourn? And pine away for the rest of my life on the hopes of regaining a love lost?" I asked.

He was taken aback in surprise and he looked at me curiously.

"Did you just go all Shakespeare on me just now?" He asked, gasping in mock shock and I laughed.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked still laughing. He mimicked me comically and I replied with a good natured jab on his shoulder.

"So, na here una dey hold una own witchcraft meeting?" Ifeanyi asked, appearing behind us suddenly. We were at outer lounge of the dance bar where we decided to chill, have a drink and talk away from the loud music that reverberated from the supposed sound-proof building.

"Heyyy, there's the birthday boy!" Tunde exclaimed rising for a handshake and a hug. I followed suit.

"Where's your white girl? Why didn't you bring her?" He asked after I had extended my birthday wishes.

"The rate at which people keep tabs on my business surprises me. Who dey spread my gist?!" I wondered out aloud and they both laughed.

"You were sighted, young man. Seriously, you should have brought her and a couple of her friends. Don't be greedy man, share the fun. We would all like to sample an intercontinental dish too oh!" Ifeanyi said, nodding at Tunde for support. Tunde denied him.

"Happily married with a kid on the way!" Tunde said, raising both hands to indicate he would have no part in such schemes and we laughed.

"Seriously though, you guys should come inside. I've already got two girls who would like to meet both of you." He said, pulling me to my feet.

"Are they cute?" Tunde asked, smiling mischievously.

"Thus said the married man!" I mocked.

"You know me now. I'm retired." He retorted. "If you want the ladies to flock, just introduce yourself as a married man. There's something about being a married man that attracts chicks like a magnet attracts metal. I'm yet to understand it." He added.

"I heard that too. We live in strange times, don't we?" Ifeanyi said concurring as we went into the heat of the action. That was where I met Toksy.

Now, this is the thing about meeting complete strangers at night with nothing but strobe lights lighting your way. When Ifeanyi introduced us, what caught my attention was her shape. She had on a light, tight, multi-coloured, above-the-knee gown that seemed like a tattoo on her skin. The design of the dress bared her shoulders exposing her very attractive clavicle. Her incredible shape was awesomely highlighted and it got me swooning. She seemed flattered by the way my eyes roved shamelessly all over her body. It wasn't until we started talking that I saw her face – not the fairest of maidens in my estimation. Her eyes were bright and excited, her nostrils were flat and she had this thick lips that looked like they were the previous subject of botox injections. Her make up was much…a bit much – always had this notion that ladies who hide behind a thick mass of make-up have something to hide. Her long hair was well worn and gave her a very flashy look but that shape. Mama mia!

We had a brief but meaningless conversation as the music was so loud that I could barely hear myself. She must have figured this too when she eventually gave up and pulled me to the dance floor. From her moves, I concluded that she must have been an accomplished dancer at one time or the other. Her moves were lithe, sensual and highly suggestive and in no time, I started having wild ideas. While she put her body all over me, her eyes spoke in volumes as she taunted and dared me seductively.

She suddenly became the toast of the night as several guys tapped me to have a go at her on the dance floor but she wouldn't allow any exchange. Each time they tried, she would latch on to me tighter than before while carrying out the most erotic and penile-invigorating dances that left no doubt in my mind as to what she had in mind. After a while, she told me she was thirsty so we went over to the bar where she ordered a glass of chapman while I ordered a beer. She led me out of the cool madness that was the dance floor to the humid serenity of the dark night.

"You're quite a naughty dancer, aren't you?" I said grinning mischievously.

She gave me a smile that exposed a perfect set of white teeth that shined bright in the surrounding darkness.

"And you seem to be comfy with it."

"I don't ask for much. I just take what I see." I said shrugging.

She laughed.

"You've got a confident air about you. I suspect you're quite good with women." She said winking.

"My, my, my! Am I that easy to read?" I exclaimed astonished.

She laughed. She had a nice laugh. Her soft cleavage which the nice dress exposed rattled as she did and I thought to myself again, Wow, What a body! We strolled through the numerous cars to where I parked. The huge car park was filled with cars but scanty of people as most of them were inside dance bar. I leaned on the car as I squeezed my empty beer can and flung it towards the bin that was nearby. She was still sipping her drink and rested her lush body against me as her soft backside connected accurately with the position of my member. The temptation was too hard to resist as there was a stiffening. My hands gripped her waist and I pulled her closer to feel the pressure.

She turned back at me with a puzzled look in her eye.

"Don't look at me like that. You must know by now the kind of effect you have on men. I'm totally defenseless against it." I said sincerely.

She threw her head backward as she laughed, resting fully against me. My hands crept from her waist up to her breasts; small but firm. I squeezed gently and she jumped away from me.

"You're really a bad boy. We just met." She said. She regarded me as if for the first time as she took a sip from her drink.

I knew she wanted me but she wanted to toy with me; she wanted to play games. I had to seduce her and at that point in time, I was in a good mood, feeling at the top of my game.

"It would be cruel of you to expect me to be on my best behaviour with a body like that." I said, licking my lips hungrily. I extended my hand and she smiled. As soon as she responded, I pulled her close to me a bit roughly.

"Do you have any idea of the kind of torture you've subjected me to in the past hour?" I whispered as she caught her breath.

"Your body is like home. I want to make it mine." I whispered into her ears. I felt her go limp against me as I kissed her neckline to her bare shoulder while my hands moved gently across her body, touching and caressing. When my hands got to her backside, I squeezed and she squealed.

"Stop…" She said without conviction but I ignored her. Her breathing had become harsh as my fingers lifted her gown gently and I was pleasantly surprised to find she wore no panties. My lips grazed her lips and she surrendered and kissed back with fervor, expanding her legs a bit to ease the probe of my fingers when I felt the vibration of the phone in my pocket. I ignored it at first but when I heard the unique ring tone, my heart skipped a beat.

Toksy was by this time, potty in my hands, willing to do my bidding but my mojo disappeared as if my default button was reset.

"I'm sorry but I gotta take this!" I said apologetically, fumbling for the phone in my pocket as I walked away from her, my boner disappearing rapidly. The caller display showed it was no joke. I answered the phone breathlessly.

"Christy?!"