SEXCAPADE OF NATASHA (41)
By Emdee David
Abuja babes are of different categories. Some are just Abuja babes, while others are BIG Abuja babes. Some are Off-campus Abuja babes, those who live in the outskirts – Karu, Nyanya, Dutse, Zuba, Suleja, and some as far as Lafia in Nasarawa State, but still claim to be Abuja babes. Of course, this is why they can’t take a guy to their place of residence. They would tell you it’s a matter of principles, “I don’t allow any guy into my house.” And the guy would think, yeah, this is a good girl. But outside that, and any other place, with the right cash in hand, his fleshy drill can dig into any corner between her thighs. Good girl.
Are Abuja big babes supposed to be light in complexion? Maybe not. But there is this notion that the big men they are after prefer light skin babes. Why? Who knows? It doesn’t make sense when all they are after is the deepest fleshy hole of the ladies, which is usually “red”; or has anyone ever seen a black clit?
“No,” says Natasha, to Tina who has just returned from Kwale, Delta state to continue her hustling in the capital city of Abuja. Her real name is Dumebi Ngozika, but which Abuja babe still answers her real names? They all take up English name, to make them belong to a class or be in vogue. Tina’s first attempt in the quest for the national cake didn’t end well, because she met the wrong people, the wrong company, the very wrong girls, the real fake Abuja big babes who didn’t know their left from their right, and got laid by just N200 recharge card, yet dress gorgeously as if they own the city. Towards the end of last year, the FCTA demolished the shanty building they were living in Gwagwa-Karmo area, and they couldn’t even afford to move to another place. The only man Tina could have run to was married with five malnourished kids without letting her know. She had to go back to Kwale, in a pretense of coming early for the Christmas festival. It was her fault, Natasha tries to convince her now that she is back to try again.
“Abuja big babes don’t fall in love,” says Natasha to Dumebi Ngozika, alias, Tina. “Men don’t deserve true love. All they want is sex, and all we want is their money… balanced equation.”
Tina nods, but her face displays a look of unbelief or partial agreement. Natasha notices.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Natasha continues. “It’s not that we are not capable of loving, but be careful who you give your heart to. And don’t just fall in love….JUMP into it when you are ready and be sure it’s what you want.”
“But how can you be sure?” asks Tina.
“I don’t know, it’s a mind thing. A woman’s heart always longs for love, to love and be loved in return. Even the professional call girls feel the same. But real men are hard to find, not in this Abuja; maybe in Aba or your Kwale village. But here, government money flows everywhere, grab yours and let your heart decide later whom to truly love.”
“You’re welcome. Now back to what I was saying. You don’t need all these bleaching creams or anything to make you look fairer. Sleep well, eat good food and fruit and your skin will glow and men are attracted to glowing skins.” Natasha pushes some of the bleaching creams from Tina’s dressing table.
“I will get you another house, and hook you up with real men,” Natasha offers.
“Real men? For love?”
“Are you after love or money?”
“I don’t know. I guess money first. My mum is very sick….my kid sister just wrote her JAMB hoping to enter the university soon. I need the money, but I also want to get married soon. My mom said I am getting old.”
“Oh dear sorry.” Natasha sympathizes genuinely. “But do you enjoy sex?”
Natasha shakes her head and then she says. “I guess you should go and join Assemblies of God church choir, where they will assign a husband to you. And maybe these plum breasts of yours can be used to the glory of God.”
Tina couldn’t help laughing. “I want money oooo,” she says.
“Then stop enjoying sex…a lot”.
“Take this card”. She hands her a business card with the Nigerian Coat of Arms in green and a mace on one side. “Call him and treat him well. Feed him and make him hunger no more. He is all yours, generous and has a lasting erection time span. In fact, you can enjoy sex with him…not a lot though.”
Natasha goes out after dropping a bundle of N1000 notes on her 6-springs hostel bed. Tina wants to scream in excitement. She knows what to do, shopping time.
Natasha drives her Bentley car straight to the permanent hotel room of the Army General. He is there waiting, half-drunk. She goes into the bathroom and showers. When she comes out, she takes some brandy and lies beside the soldier. His manhood goes strong immediately as Natasha holds it and begins to suck it.