GOOD GIRL GONE BAD
A snippet
"Are you a bad girl?"
The girl took off her silk red robe revealing her red lingerie which accentuated her ebony skin and curvaceous body.
"You will be the one to tell," she said as she winked at the excited Chief.
The pot bellied man laid on his back in the hotel room with blue lights. The room smelt of swiss air freshener. The room was all white from the walls to the ceiling and linoleum while the sofas seated across each other were black.
The white AC was 17 degrees fehranheit. The king size bed in the presidential suit was covered in white sheet and covers, the six pillows were scattered about on the bed.
The girl smiled seductively as she sashayed towards the chief; when she climbed the bed, the chief groped her ass. She rubbed the chief's stomach while he moaned. She sucked on his left nipple playfully.
She moved her waist in a circular motion while he laughed. She faked a moan when his hands rubbed on her breasts.
Chief plastered kisses on her neck, face and the swell of her breasts. He cupped out her breast from her c-cup bra and nibbled on it.
The girl held his head in her hands and continued rocking her waist. She held back a sob in her throat as she rocked her waist against his erection.
After a while, chief fell asleep. The girl retreated from the sleeping chief and ran into the bathroom. She felt disgusted. She took off the lingerie before turning on the shower. She stood under the running water crying. She retched and the strong smell of alcohol left her feeling woozy.
She scrubbed her body with soap and a sponge vehemently. After her bath, she strolled over to the left dresser beside Chief where her phone was lying face down. She unlocked the phone and took a picture of the drugged chief.
She dialed a number on the phone and it rang.
"So, what is the report?"
"He's sleeping. I have taken the picture. When will I receive my money?"
"You will receive your money when I get the picture."
"I already sent it. I'm leaving."
"Thank you Muhibat…"
"Send my money."
Muhibat put on her jeans and white polo. She grabbed her bag from the chair before stuffing it with her lingerie and phone. She grabbed the glass she had drunk from with a handkerchief and cleaned it with wet wipes. After cleaning, she set it besides chief's cup -all the while holding the glass with the handkerchief- before looking around for anything that would implicate her.
After inspecting the room, she was sure that nothing of hers was left in the room, she covered Chief's body with the duvet before propping his head on a pillow. She walked out of the room with a grey baseball cap.
Muhibat stepped out of the hotel into the busy road, her phone chimed, she reached into her white Hermes bag for the phone and saw a credit alert. She hailed a cab and headed for Murtala Mohammed International Airport.
© IYERE OSEMUDIA PERPETUAL
