#FlashFiction: STRANGE BEDS 3

A hand shook me vigorously. “Sister, we don reach challenge O!” The voice was distant yet gruffy. I stirred. A little shake and a clearer voice startled me.

“Stop touching my laps.” I screamed at whoever was doing the shaking. I opened my eyes and was surprised I was still in the cab. I looked at the back seat. A young school girl was seated, clutching her drawing board to her chest. She must be a new student because her uniform was new. A young lady in white sat directly behind me. My eyeballs dilated. The white handkerchief gagging me. OMG! It must have been a dream. I looked at the driver snickering at me.

“Pay me my money and get down.” He bellowed at me. “Na me send you night waka? Ashawo, na your type dem dey carry go Soka.”

“Na your mama be ashawo”. I replied, fumbling with my bag and handed the driver a #50 naira note. I stepped out of the vehicle and rubbed my face. I managed to stifle a yawn.

The day was just breaking. People were caught in the morning rush. The traffic was already building. It has always been so since the rehabilitation of the Challenge – Orita bypass. I crossed to the other side of the road and flagged a bike home.

I must have been sleeping for a while. For when my phone rang and I checked the time, it was a quarter past two. The sun was high in the sky and the heat was intense. PHCN had not restored the light since I left home last night. My refrigerator tells me so.
I picked the call and the calm baritone voice that sends shivers down my spine was on the other end of the line, Andy.

“Hello babe, where have you been? I’ve been calling for a while.”

“I’m sorry dear, I was taking a nap. Where are you?” I asked.

“I’m around the city. I just returned from Abuja last night. I’ve missed you badly.”

“Really?” I feigned ignorance. “I miss you too. Am I seeing you tonight?” I asked.

“Sure love. I just need to tidy a few things before picking you up. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Oh! Cool. I’m at home and waiting for you. I miss your touch too.” I replied excitedly.

“See you soon dear.” Andy said and the line went dead.

I dashed into the bath tub to freshen up. Two things happen when Andy comes to town.
Money and Steamy, raunchy, hot Sex.
The money will make up for the amount that stupid “son of a whore” Bitrus stole from me.

“But what surprise could Andy have for me?” I wondered as I had my shower.

Andy and I have come a long way. We met on the “job”. He told me right on the spot that he likes me and wants me for keepsake. On one condition though. That I leave the streets and he’ll take care of me. He has kept his word. Although he doesn’t stay around, he’s always on a business trip and I miss him a lot. That’s why I go out once in a while; when Andy is not around.

Just as I stepped out of the tub. I heard a rap on the door. It must be Andy. He’s got a signature knock.
I rushed to answer the door and beheld Andy beaming with smiles. I jumped into his arms and he cupped me, off the ground. I buried my head into his neck. Sniffing his classic signature Cologne Bvlgari.

“I missed you dearie” Andy cooed into my ears, nibbling them at the same time. His wet warm tongue sent spasms through my entire being.

“I missed you too honey” I replied covering his lips with a long kiss.

The taste of chocolate flavored vodka on his tongue heightened the pleasure. The sensations in my body was like a raging wild forest fire.
Andy stepped inside the room and managed to lock the door with one hand, while holding me with the other.
Having done that, he placed me gently on the bed, peeling the towel off me slowly and kissing every inch of my skin. I began to purr like a cat being stroked by her mistress. I am dying, Andy is killing me and I’m loving it.

Obafemi Fawibe



I must have dozed off watching that movie. I felt a thud on my scantily covered torso. My host tossed a wad of #500 notes on me.

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my left hand and picked the wad of cash with the other.

He was fully dressed and ready to go. He bent over and kissed my temple.

“I’ll see you soon” he said holding my gaze, then he left.

I counted the money in my hand #50,000 naira. A smile played on my lips. We’ll surely see soon.
Meanwhile, I need to freshen up and get out of here before that “son of a whore” comes knocking.

Running into the bath tub, I soaked myself in the hot vapor of the shower and scrubbed my body. Scrubbing is just a ritual, no matter how long or hard I scrub, I can’t seem to get off the sweat, stench and hands of different men off me. The filth is psychological. As I scrubbed, memories of the last romp filtered into my mind. My host was a little bit composed this time. I guess the booze has cleared from his system. He took his time to touch me in a few right places, though not for long. I began to touch my self. My thought sailed to Andy. He’s the only one that elicits this kind of response from my body. I think its time to pay him a visit. He should be back from Abuja. I got out of the tub and daubed my body with a towel. Time to get out of this rat hole. I’ll put a call through to Andy as I leave. I opened the bathroom door and there he was, perched like a bird watching the earthworm wriggle out of its hole; ready to devour its prey.

Bitrus the hotel manager was sitting on the bed. Yes that “son of a whore”…


“Hello pretty, how market? I can see the god of fortune smiled on you today.” Bitrus said; waving the wad of notes my host had paid me.

Holy Crap! I had carelessly dropped it on the bed as I hastened to take my shower.

“Give me that, you bastard.” I said as I rushed at him. He was quick to dodge me and I fell on the bed, right beside him.

Bitrus pinned me with his broad frame and yanked off the towel on me.

“You will pay for this you bastard.”
I muttered under his heavy frame.
Without hesitation he took me right there. I lay helpless and started crying.

With a loud grunt which signified his come, he rolled off me. Bitrus dropped the wad of notes beside me and left the room grinning sheepishly.
I grabbed the money he dropped and counted #20,000. Tears flooded my face all over. That “son of a gun” has made away with #30,000 naira. With blurry eyes I hurriedly packed my belongings and left the room.

Once I left the premises of the hotel, I trekked a few metres from the gate to get a cab. A black primera parked beside me asking where I was headed to.

“Challenge?” I said. “E wole (enter)” the driver replied. I hopped into the front seat and wiped the tears off my face.

“I no get change O, I just dey start work.” The driver told me. I nodded.

The driver sped off like he was on the cast of “fast and furious”. I looked at him quizzically and he smiled.

“Oga no be Lagos Express way we dey O, why you dey speed like this now?” I asked hysterically.

Just then a hand with a white handkerchief emerged from behind and gagged me….

To be continued.


Obafemi Fawibe



I looked at him sprawled on the bed, snoring away like a belabored train climbing a hill. His pot belly sagged to the sides. With my left hand I picked my Blackberry to check the time. It was 2am, two more hours to go. What would I do for the next two hours? Sleep evaded me. On nights like this I’m always at war with sleep.

I answered a few pings. Posh FerrarI ̷̐ replied my pings almost immediately.

” Babe how far na? U no sleep? Ur bobo no let U rest abi? Sure babe.”

“Sure babe for where?” I replied. “The useless old fool slept off after the 2nd round. I’ve been literarily counting the ceiling since then.

“Wow, lazy bones. Same here but this one wan kee me. He’s been on me since we hit the room last night.” Said posh.

“Really? Make he no kee U. Abi he use drug ni?” I asked.

“Na so babe, he’s a stud, he must be d’banjs uncle. “Mr Endowed”. He’s just too brutal about it. He just dey pound me like person wey dey pound yam”.

“Take am sofri O! And make sure he rewards U handsomely.”

“I gotta go babe, he’s up again. ;'( ttyl”

“Choi! see gobe, *smh4U* Ur own don meet U. Work hard for Ur money babe Ttyl.”

Men and their fetish desires. I thought to myself. They do all they can with us. Those secret things they can’t try with their wives at home. They prowl the nights like a roaring lion, seeking whom to devour. I don’t blame them though.

They pay for it and we must fill their orders. Nothing goes for nothing.
I checked the time again, 2:45 am.

I stepped into the loo to take a pee.

“These stupid hotels” I cursed under my breath. “They have not fixed the flush handle for the past one month.”

Only God knows what they do with the money they make.

Same with High End Hotels after the round about. Majority of their air conditions are faulty. I went back to bed startling my host, who roused from his slumber and pulled me closer. The stench of alcohol oozed as he yawned. I held my breath.

Its not easy being me, I grace strange beds, with strange fellows, fulfilling strange desires. It’s the life I live to make ends meet. Besides the economic rewards, there’s nothing else to enjoy. No matter how steamy each session is, the beds are always cold. The sensuality is dulled. Oftentimes, I fake climaxes, pain and pleasure just to impress the randy goats pummeling away.

Sometimes its scary and very risky. I feared for my life when I heard the Soka incident in Ibadan. Who would believe such a place could exist for over ten years on that boisterous expressway? The gory sight of skulls and bones nauseated me. I imagine how many ladies of the night would have gone missing and ended in such places. But what can I do?

“God forbid bad thing in jesus name.” I murmured to myself.
“I will not end up in Soka or any other ritualist den.”

Jesus? God? Did I just say those? I’m sure they don’t approve of my actions now. On the other hand, didn’t Jesus say he came for sinners like me? And if my sins are as red as crimson, he’ll make me white as snow. Then I better get dirty, the redder the better. But isn’t that an abuse of “Grace”? *sigh*

More confused than when I started, I decided to watch the latest episode of “Scandal” I downloaded yesterday. I should pass time with that. I love Olivia Pope a lot. She understands that life is “give and take”, there’s no free lunch; even in freetown. You have to use what you have to get what you need.” The only difference between olivia & I is that she’s with the president. I hope I’ll get there one day. Until then, I can’t wait to get out of this cold bed. Not before I cash my virtual check though ;). So I better get to work.

Obafemi Fawibe