Horny Attendant

I later noticed oge and the guy leave the center. Sonia and I sat down to get a coke and some snacks. Her performance had impressed her.

"How was the whole thing?" She inquired, excitedly. "You are a fantastic performer!" I couldn't help but compliment her. She had not only me, but also my d'kk, going there.

My d'kk may not have realized it was all an act because it kept throbbing for action, especially during the kisses. "I actually hoped it was real." I told her, and she smiled.

"Why don't we make it a reality?" I inquired, rather solemnly. She looked at me as if she had just realized something odd.

Then she paused for a moment before saying, "Why should we make it real when we can act it all through?" I didn't understand her question at first.

I waited for her to explain it, perhaps with the help of a movie. She continued as if she had read my mind. "We could act like Big Brother housemates; just a show."

Thrill the audience with the act of dating while focusing on the prize money." "Will the act be genuine?" I inquired, my voice befuddled. "It will be real, but it will not be true."

Her use of the oxymoron made me completely understand her. We'd date for the purpose of camp, but neither of us would go any further.

It was a good idea; I wasn't ready for commitment in camp, but this new arrangement might be ideal for me. Friendship with a benefit.

"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Smith?" I inquired. "Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Smith." We laughed as she responded. "There are guidelines." She stated.

"It's strictly an act; don't take it any further than that." "I have my life after camp, and you have yours."

It's ideal for me." I responded calmly. "As long as some scenes aren't censored." She laughed even more.

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I remembered my therapy session with the attendant as the biggle for the lectures was blown.

We left the center together, she for her hostel and me for the Delta Kitchen restaurant... To meet with my physiotherapist.

The mami was nearly empty, as it was during lectures and parades. When I arrived at the restaurant, the attendant was busy, so she asked me to go inside and wait for her.

I lay on the bed, occupied by a copy of Awake I found in the room. Because the room was a little warm, I wore my polo while I waited.

I fell asleep. A tender touch on my laps and chest jolted me awake. The attendant was kneeling in front of me, all smiles.

As all corp members were in the lecture hall, everythingwhere was quiet. "Where exactly are you in pain?" When she asked, I pointed to my laps, hips, and shoulders.

She ran her fingers across my chest, down to my stomach, and then across my laps. She softly caressed them, then pushed her soft arms against my laps, applying more pressure.

As the pressure increased, my d'ikkk began to respond gradually. She drew me to my back and I lay there as she caressed my buttocks.

She pressed her elbow against my buttocks and moved it around. She then worked her hands up my back, extending them to my shoulders and firmly rubbing my shoulder muscles.

My tense muscles began to relax, and I felt relieved. Her hands were both soothing and stimulating.

I allowed myself to savor this wonderful experience that is both relieving and arousing.

My d'kk was fully aroused and almost pushed out of my short as she pulled me to turn again and lie on my back.

She smiled as she looked at the bulge on my shorts. She rocked her waist on top of my dkkk as she caressed my shoulders. As she rocked my d'kkk, I gripped her a'r'se tightly.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and my di'kk was itching for some real action. She loosened my shorts and pulled them off before beginning to undress.

She took off her shirt, unhooked her bra, and drew her pants up. I reached for the b'r'ea'sst, which was swaying in my direction. I stroked and squeezed it until her ni'pplleess became extremely hard.

As I noticed the moisture dripping from between her legs, she moaned softly. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a condom.

It didn't look like the one I'd been using. I was curious as to how it got there. She grabbed the condom from me, ripped it open, and held the tip in one hand.

She pushed my boxers aside with one hand, held my dkkk with the other, placed the condom on the tip of my dkk, and gently slid it down with the other.

She stroked the dkkk for a few seconds as it hardened and became turgid. She crossed her laps over my dkk, then placed the tip of my dkk at the entrance of her c'u'nt with one hand and slowly moved her hips down to encircle my dkk inside her.

I felt a warm sensation on my d'kkk that spread throughout my body. She jerked forward and backward with her waist on my dkk, clasping her bre'aa'sstt with both hands as she rocked my dkk steadily.

I heard her scream softly as she thrust her hips savagely into me, bringing waves of excitement all over me with every movement.

She leaned forward, her hands on my shoulder, and using her knee to support herself, she leapt and fell on my di*ckk repeatedly while muttering loudly.

For a long time, I felt her c'u'nt muscles flex on my di'kk as she shuddered in o.r.g.a.s.m. spasm.

She held me for a few minutes until I slipped out of her, laid her on the bed, and banged into her, sliding my hips sideways as I struck her 'gee' spot again.

I almost instantly pushed her into another twinge of cl.ima.ax as she shouted in uncontrolled ecstasy, pushing her hips violently into my d'kkk.

As the fluid filled my d'kkk and flooded the bed, I ban'g'ed her nonstop. I c.am.e. I pulled out of her as she lay motionless on the bed, after her loud moans and more frantic twists from her hips. I dressed up and lay down alongside her.

I felt brand new; no more muscle aches or hip pains; I was as young as a newborn. Such is the effectiveness of physiotherapy... As I slept, I grinned to myself.

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Later in the afternoon, she woke me up. I must have gotten a couple hours of sleep. She didn't just come to wake me up; she lingered until I was completely awake, as if she had something to say to me.

I looked up at her and waited for her to say anything. "Your girlfriend has arrived." She stated to me... "She came with another guy and begged me to allow her use this room."

I went out of the restaurant, past Oge and her new friend. I could tell she was surprised and shocked to see me emerge from the inner room she had been asking for.

I told the attendant to give me a few minutes to get ready and leave the room when she informed me of her request.

She, too, was shocked. Maybe she expected me to flare up or protest vehemently. She had lingered for a few minutes longer, perhaps expecting me to change my mind, but had to go when she saw I was serious.

I noticed her as I moved to the main restaurant and stared in her way as I walked past her. When she saw me, she practically froze; I smiled, waved at them, and exited the restaurant.

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Throughout the evening, I kept my mind busy. There were numerous activities taking place. The football competition's first semi-final was set to begin. It was scheduled to be played between platoons 3 and 5.

The same platoon 5 that we defeated via penalties advanced as the best losers of the quarter final stage.

After three platoons qualified, they had to choose another best loser to round out our four in the semi finals. Sanni was enraged when he saw we had been assigned to platoon 10 for semi finals.

They were clearly the greatest team at camp. With football and volleyball still going on, I decided to watch my platoon's dance group practice for their own semi-final.

Sonia had demanded that I come and observe them, and I had agreed. They gave it their all as Sonia led them, educating and correcting where necessary.

I hung around with Sonia after the performance. We chatted about her interests and hobbies, her family background, and many other topics.

I was afraid to discuss her marital status since I liked to pretend she wasn't married.

She appeared to be far too young and vivacious to be loyal to just one man. But one conversation led to another, and the subject of hussy arose. "My hubby lives in the United States." She stated.

"We did not have a white wedding; we only did the customary items." "What's holding you back from having a white wedding?" I inquired. "He must be present." She stated.

"He was not present during the customary marriage; his younger brother stood in for him." And he still wants it to happen at the white wedding, but I said no."

"How long have you and your husband been married?" I inquired. "It's been two years now. And I still haven't seen him." She lamented.

Her tone changed, and I sensed a heaviness in her heart. I knew there was something going on somewhere, so I asked, and she opened up to me. "I've only ever met him once.

We mostly communicate via phone and e-mail. He returned during the official introduction, and his brother has been standing in his place since then."

She paused, and I waited patiently as she continued to tell the story of what many girls today are going through.

It sounded similar to my aunt, who married an overseas husband and waited for years to join him abroad without success.

We started hearing rumors that the man was already married and was only looking for a home wife. Her story followed a similar pattern. "I'm a little nervous about tonight."

She made the announcement following the lengthy discussion. I never expected her to be nervous after watching her during the rehearsals. "There are some things I could do to make you relax." I said this while smiling. "What are your plans?" She inquired.

"Excellent sex!" Tonic for the spirit." I replied while still smiling. "Mr. Smith, you need to get a good scene for this act." "When you find the perfect scene," she replied, "then you can invite me on stage."

Finding the ideal scene would not be a problem for me... There was only one ideal scene for this act... It will almost certainly involve the ugly one and his military companion...

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Later that night, I went to the venue to watch the dance and drama competition with Wangu. My platoon had previously been eliminated from the drama competition, so we only took part in the dance.

"You still haven't explained why you're behaving strangely toward me." Wangu said to me after Indomie noddles' little show to entertain the crowd before the main event.

She was curious as to why I was being so cold to her. I assured her that there was nothing between us and that I was fine. She insisted and complained that I had stopped being romantic with her, particularly after I called him that evening and she was unable to come.

"I had something special in mind for us that evening." I lied because she was pushing it and I needed to come up with a defense. “Really? "What exactly was it?" She inquired.

"I had the ideal location for us to let loose those dangling sp'e'rms." I told her, and she smiled. "Where exactly is it?" She inquired.

"It's a secret, and I'll tell you when you're ready." I responded. She sighed in relief and rested her head on my shoulders.

After a while, she whispered into my ears, "I'm ready to go."

I awoke early that morning to an argument in my hostel's common room.

That early morning, two guys were arguing over who owned a phone charger. The argument became increasingly heated, and we were forced to intervene before blows were exchanged.

I lay in bed thinking about the day and the possibilities it holds. It's going to be a long day. "Have you made your decision yet?" The ugly one inquired.

I told him last night that I needed a place to f'u'c'k in and that he should ask his military friend for me.

He smiled and assured me that it would be no problem at all. The only snag was that the room was already booked for action that night, but they will clear their schedule for me the following day, which is today.

I had joined them at the mami that evening with his military friend. The military guy was very nice and asked why I hadn't informed them sooner.

It appears that it was a common occurrence in camp. Some corpers who were close allies with the milRitary have the advantage of using the quarters to f'u'c'k.

The ugly one was curious as to who I was going to take to the quarters. After the room was set up, he inquired about the girl I intended to tidy, and I informed him that there were two of them.

I wasn't sure if I should go with Wangu or Sonia. "I'm not sure yet." I responded to him. "You can have both of them." I laughed as he tried to tease me.

"I wish it was as simple as you make it out to be." I responded. The ugly one was always upbeat about everything. Money, as far as he was concerned, made the world go round.

He believed that if he put money in the right places, nothing was impossible. "What's the harm?" He inquired. I wasn't prepared for the debate; he always wins.

There was no point in arguing with him about it. For the morning parade, the biggle was blown.

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Friday, Day 17

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The morning parade went on as usual. The official in charge of socials made announcements highlighting the schedule for the remaining social activities.

The game schedule has also been released. We were scheduled to play platoon 10 in the second semi-final match, while our girls were scheduled to play their semi-final volleyball match that evening.

Wangu and I went over the remaining social activities and social night preparations. She had already ironed out the majority of the details.

She chose contestants for Ms nysc, big and bold, pretty face, and Mr macho to represent our platoon.

Her choices were ideal because all of the contestants were qualified for the job. "I did not see your call again last night?" She inquired. I had told her I would call her later that night.

I needed to meet and confirm with the ugly one first to find out if the military man's room was available. I had to postpone the call because the military man had promised me a chance today.

"I needed to figure out a few things first." I informed her. "How did your workout go?" She inquired. “Fine! "I'm ready to go." She smiled as I responded.