Desired More

The hall was tastefully decorated with etisalat posters and banners in black and green. Stage lights and green carpets adorned the stage.

Tunde Ednut, a well-known kogi-born comedian, served as the MC. He kept the audience entertained with jokes and small gist.

The Etisalat dance and drama night was officially opened when Etisalat's regional manager delivered a long and boring speech.

The always entertaining MC took over, and we were entertained by dance groups from various ethnic groups across the state. The three finalist platoons then performed their first show, one after the other, in the first phase of the competition.

They then went home to prepare for the next show. As usual, my platoon performed admirably. They brought so much energy to the stage that the audience applauded and clapped. Sonia led the way, dictating the pace and steps to be taken.

Following the first appearance, the MC took over and requested individual dance performances from any audience volunteer.

As the DJ played some music, many corpers jumped to the stage and danced to it. They received Etisalat recharge cards, a polo, a face cap, and other gifts. The drama competition then began.

The first platoon demonstrated theirs. Following that, the kogi nysc drama group, which included corpers from previous batches, performed.

They all served under the culture and tourism ministry. I also learned that a team of all-stars from the football and volleyball competitions would be sent to the ministry of sports for their PPA, while the best dance and drama groups would be sent to the ministry of culture and tourism.

Following the performance, the second and third platoons that advanced to the finals performed as well. The dance competition then moved into its second round, with the performers dressed in traditional garb.

Following the performance, Etisalat held a question and answer session, asking questions of the audience and awarding prizes to those who could answer them.

The year Etisalat was launched, their number series, color, logo, different tariff plans, and so on were all questions.

The etisalat chairman then returned to the stage to announce the event winners. Dance: platoon 8 came in second place, with a take-home prize of N10,000 and several gifts for the dancers. Platoon 4 came in first place, with a N30,000 take-home prize and gifts.

Then it became clear that my platoon had won the dance competition. Sonia led her team in receiving etisalat gifts. My The platoon was announced and they received a cash prize of N50,000.

The chairman then announced the drama results: same price donations and gifts for first, second, and third place.

The stage was then declared open for an all-out dance party. Chifawu and I exited the center to remain outside. After the show, I wanted to go congratulate my platoon members on doing us proud.

I and Chifawu arrived at the location where they were celebrating and joined them. Sonia was not with them; I waited a few moments to see if she would appear, but she did not.

Then I walked away with Chifawu, holding her hips as we searched for a spot near the volleyball court. Even though it was late, corpers were still moving around the camp.

There was no biggle blown because of the Etisalat show. I noticed the Etisalat manager walking towards a parked Prado SUV near the center after a few minutes.

A girl walked alongside with him, towards the passengers' side. The young lady was dressed in blue jeans and an Etisalat polo. All these executives, sef! I was thinking to myself.

It's entirely possible that they'll be f'u'c'king all of their contract workers. I would not have taken my attention away from the pair about to enter the car unless something caught my eye.

I recognized her almost immediately as she turned to enter the front seat of the car. I couldn't forget that expression! Sonia was perched on the front seat of the Prado SUV! She was leaving the camp with the manager of Etisalat!

It was early Sunday morning! It's a holy day! I slept until late in the morning. That night, the ugly one had not returned. He must have gone to the club in Kabba as usual and slept at the photographer's place.

I stayed in bed after waking up and reflected on the previous night. Chifawu and I had stayed back, kissed more, and enjoyed some cuddling and touching. But I desired more.

Cuddling turned me on so hard that my d'kkk began to hurt. She preferred cuddling over anything else, which I've noticed is common among virgins.

I'd gone out of my way to handle her br'ea'st by slipping my hands inside her polo. After a few minutes, I realized I was just punishing myself.

If we weren't going to f'u'c'k, why would I turn myself on and then go home to soak my d'kk in cold water to calm it down?

I tried to go further, to explore new territory, but she resisted calmly. I could tell she was trying hard to avoid me. I didn't want to push too hard because I genuinely cared about her.

I had to come to a halt because she was on my laps. I returned to the hostel and slept after a few minutes together.

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  Day 19 – Sunday

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I decided that i will change, So I went to the NCCF. It was jam-packed with corpers! I detested crowds! I regretted going there a few minutes after being ushered into a sit and wished I had gone to the RCCF or even the BLW, where corpers were blasting in tongues as I passed their worship center.

However, as the service became more interesting, I began to enjoy it. The preacher emphasized the significance of first fruits.

He defined first fruit as the first income earned when you begin working, and in our case as corpers, our first federal allowee once we begin our primary assignment.

I kept wondering how he expects a corper to survive after giving all of his federal allowee as first fruit, knowing full well that some corp members serve in areas where they are only paid $1000 as state allowee.

Following the sermon, they advised all members to write their names and phone numbers in a book they provided. Then they pay a nominal fee to become members of the NCCF family.

When they begin their Primary assignment, they will be able to stay in any of the family houses across the state. I registered my name casually.

I returned after the service and found the ugly one in his bed. He told me about everything wonderful that happened to him last night.

He informed me that despite my refusal to accompany him, he went to the club and later retired to his friend's house to tidy. I was curious as to why he was so enthusiastic about it. It was a normal thing for him to tidy, but he treats each new tidy as a conquest; as if it were his first.

In the afternoon, I joined the long line at the kitchen to get the last of the camp's rice and chicken. I was about to eat kitchen food for the third time.

I waited patiently for my turn, then brought the food back to the hostel to eat. The ugly one insisted on us eating the food together, and we made a mess of it by dragging it all over the hostel.

As we were dragging the chicken piece that was given to me, the majority of the rice poured over the hostel floor. I went to the parade ground with the ugly one to watch the final match between platoons 5 and 10.

Everyone was rooting for platoon 10 as usual. Platoon 5 must have planned for the game; knowing they were no match for their opponent, they used all nine players on defense.

Just a free player looking for a loose ball to pounce on. It worked for them throughout the first half and into the second. However, platoon 10 managed to score, and the game ended 1-0.

Only platoon 10 scored once in that game. Following the game, the camp's sports director presented awards to the best player, highest goal scorer, best captain (sanni), and most entertaining team (platoon 10).

Price donations of N10,000, N20,000, and N30,000 were announced for the third, second, and first places, respectively.

Later, sanni, wangu, and other platoon members met with me to discuss how we could retrieve all of the money that had been pledged to us thus far. N50,000 is for dance, N10,000 is for volleyball, and N10,000 is now for football.

The N10,000 pledged for volleyball was made by the state commissioner for women affairs, who sponsored the volleyball competition, while the N10,000 pledged for football was made by the state ministry of sports, through the camp director of sports.

We went to the social department on the advice of the volleyball team captain to inquire about our money. We learned that it would be relayed to us by our platoon officer.

They insisted that we go to Nysc Quarters and ask Ms Enoh about the funds, but I calmed them down and promised to find out from her. We arrived at the parade ground just in time to meet some nysc officials looking for Sanni and me.

We were both chosen to be part of the 14-man team that will make up the nysc team for our batch.

On Monday, we will play either a team from the previous batch or a team of military men.

The official informed us that after the match, we should accompany him to the Deployment unit to have our deployment letters changed to Ministry of Sports, Lokoja.

Later, I called Ms Enoh to inform her of the latest development. I informed her of the alleged funds in her possession as well as the Ministry of Sports, Lokoja. She invited me to her office to discuss the situation and as well sort things out.

She stated that she has a large number of forms to complete and submit by the end of the next day and that she requires additional assistance. I went to her office.

Then I felt a familiar sensation. She made me violate the holy day and f'u'c'k her at her office exactly a week ago. She's asking me to come over yet again. I gave it some thought and decided to go... God is a merciful and loving father... I reminded myself of this.

Ms Enoh was alone in her office that evening, with files all over her desk. She showed me how to fill out the forms.

It was so much that I began to regret going to her office. We talked while filling out the forms. She told me that she had received the N50,000 from Etisalat but that she was still waiting for the rest from state officials.

She inquired as to what we intended to do with the money, and I suggested that we include it in the money we had collected thus far, then use it to cook for the platoon during the campfire night.

She informed me that the money belonged not only to us, but also to her as platoon officer, as well as to the military men and man'o'war officials in charge of our platoon. She explained that it was a camp tradition.

Chifawu later called and asked where I was, and I told her I was at the office filling out forms. She was getting nervous as the social night approached.

I promised her I'd be over soon to be by her side as she prepared for the night. When I inquired about the Ministry of Sports work, Ms Enoh informed me that it was an option.

I could choose to ignore the ppa change and keep my previous ppa. Now I have to choose between Fed Poly Idaho and the Ministry of Sports in Lokoja. I had enough time to think about it and make a decision.

I was exhausted after filling out the massive forms, so I tried to rest my head on the desk. Ms Enoh cleared the table and rearranged the forms in a cabin that held others. Then she gave me a smile. "I appreciate your assistance." She stated.

"What would I have done if you hadn't come along?" As I rested my head on her desk, she sat next to me. She massaged my back to relieve the tension; it felt wonderful. Her hands, however, soon began to explore areas other than my back.

It communicated with my brain via nerve receptors on my back. These nerve receptors translated the message and redirected the stimuli to where they were needed; My di*k'kk

The d'kkk retaliated vehemently. It grew in size as the caressing moved from my back to my chest and n'I'ppple. I was panting heavily. She must have noticed it because she invited me to join her in the room.

I followed her to her inner chambers like a sheep being led to the slaughterhouse. She removed her jean shorts and t-shirt and replaced them with her pants and bra.

I was already seated on the bed when she approached. We began kissing after she leaned over. She was more open than she had been in previous encounters.

She gently pushed my chest, and I rolled onto my back on the bed. Then, leaning over, she crossed her legs over me and whispered into my ear, "I want to thank you in a special way."

I knew what she meant; what else could be special than driving me insane on the bed? I attempted to console myself for violating the holy day.

I convinced myself that it was God's will. After all, no mortal can close a door that God has opened. She knelt down and kissed my ni'p'ple. I tried to concentrate despite the fact that my system was already flooded with testosterone.

She sucked it for a long time, caressing my stomach and d'kkk on the way. She rocked my hard d'kk with her croutch, making sure it was exactly in between her laps. As emotions swept through my body, I was in a frenzy.

She knew how to rock and roll. When I couldn't take the order any longer, I grabbed her hips and yanked on her pant. She realized what I was after and gently pulled her pants and bra down.

She didn't even wait for a condom before going to her cupboard, pulling out a condom, and returning to her bed. She ripped it open and perfectly inserted it into my di'k'kk.

She opened her laps to reveal the inside of her c'u'n't, then guided my d'I'kkk inside and sat on it. As I jerked my hips upwards in excitement, the warmth enveloped me.

She sat on top of me, rocking her hips steadily against my d'kk, moving in several directions at the same time. Her c'u'nt always had a peculiar effect on my d'kk, churning it while twisting and pulling on it.

I tried to keep my calm; it would be disastrous if I lost control and c.o.me so quickly. I thrust my hips higher in response to her strides, colliding with her as she bounced on my d'kkk.

It gave her so much pleasure that she began hysterically landing on my d'kkk. When the sensation took hold of her, she groaned softly at first, then raised her tone to screaming.