STORY: Badass Chick vs The Player (NOVEL)

STORY: Badass Chick vs The Player (NOVEL)

Story   3:06:00 PM

Hey there! This is my first published book ever which is available on Amazon and Smashwords. Whoops! So you can guess I'm pretty happy about it. I am letting go of Chapter One exclusively to my blog readers and app users so you have a sneak peek into what this 24 Chapter book contains. Please do add a review at the end of reading this. Thanks y'all.

 

INTRODUCTION

This is Alexis' fifth high school, and they've made it so very clear this time - it's her last chance. But how can she be good when she accidentally gets herself into a stupid bet involving the HOT jerk (Max), and has to make him fall for her?

                                                Chapter 1

“Oh my GAWD! Does that girl not know anything about fashion?” Cheerleader-lookalike yelled, staring at me across the lanes. She was in some shiny Porshe. Whatever, her car had nothing on my yellow Ferrari in the garage at home. It wasn’t my fault I’d been banned from driving it, as part of my punishment for getting kicked out of that last school, and was stuck with a lame Smart car.
  “I’m totally ashamed to be seen on the same road as her,” said the Blond in the passenger seat, drawing on eyeliner, so much she looked like a really bad blond Emo kid.
 When the lights turned green, Cheerleader slammed on the gas, and Blonde shoved her eyeliner into her eye. Inside, I was cracking up. Outside, I was cool and calm. But I couldn't resist flipping them off as I drove away. Come on, they totally dissed me!
I flicked my hair as I went down the road. God, girls like that were annoying. Though I kind of had to admit, I kept staring in the car mirror too, shocked. What the hell was this? I’d tied my hair into the two bunches and put on the big geeky glasses my Dad had bought me and now I looked like a nerd.   Awesome!
 The frame hid too much of my face and magnified my eyes, making me look like some creepy owl thing. But I drew the line when he showed me the fake braces that could be stuck to your teeth. I mean, come on.
  Okay, I was depressed about my new nerd look, but didn’t do anything about it. This was what my parents wanted, right? For me to keep my head down, and not get into any trouble? Well, this would totally do it. I was a geek. I’d semi-compromised by putting on some lip gloss and straightening my fringe, but it didn’t help. I just looked like a stupid wannabe.
 God, why did I have to go through this again? My parents suck.
Well, whatever. I was late for my first day at my new school. I’d picked out the most 'boringest' hoodies in the world – plain black that matched my new school shoes. I sped through a couple of stop signs, and went past the speed limit a LITTLE. (I mean, come on – 20mph? That is so stupid. So what if I pushed it to 50?) It meant I was at school in about ten minutes.
And then I saw the school for the first time.
I mean, I’ve seen the pictures, but now I actually see this place, it’s kind of shocking. Well, Photoshop is amazing. This school was typical public school; totally old. This is where I was meant to stay until graduation?
   Those losers (a.k.a. my parents) must have been kidding about this. The gates were ugly, the school fields were uncut and wild, and the buildings were crumbling. Oh God, they weren’t serious, right? I can’t live like this!
    Absentmindedly walking on, I got out my phone, ignoring the people that passed me. I was about to call my parents and demand they change my school, when I saw something that made me pause and gape. N0, three things.
 Oh my GOD!
    I must have died and ended up in the pages of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue.
       The HOTTEST guys in the world.
  There were three of them, all tall statuesque examples of the fine male physique. I don't think I’ve seen talent like that even in my old schools; and keep in mind that my old schools were all private academies where all the students had access to plastic surgery. This can’t be right…
   They were all well-built, tall and damn sexy.
I stared at them, and for a second, the one with green eyes glanced at me. Then he looked away, as if I were significant. I hate this reaction with my whole new look. It’s totally depressing.
  “Who are they?” I asked some random brunette girl next to me, who’d also paused to stare.
  “The hottest guys on the football team,” she said, her eyes not leaving the guys that crossed the school yard. Her mouth was wide open as well, and she looked like she was going to drool. I totally understand. I wanted to as well.
   “Max, Tom, and Carter. They’re playing the match next week.”
I snapped my phone shut. I’d changed my mind. I was staying in this school.
  “Hi,” I said, grinning at the semi-drooling girl. “My name’s Alexis. What’s yours?”
 “Olivia,” she replied, smiling back at me. “You the Alexis that’s new in my class?”
 “Yeah,” I said, smiling. “That’s me.”

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An hour or a billion later, we were in Biology. School is barely any different in private or public schools. They are both incredibly boring. I was sad to learn that during my month-long suspension, everyone in the Universe had not forgotten everything to do Science. Damn it. Just my luck.
  Thank God Olivia, or “Ollie” as I like to call her, was in mainly all my classes. I’d assessed her. She was sweet but, she had a puppy doll brown eyes with caramel hair, and a cute face. Her fashion sense left a little to be desired  from what I could tell with her outfit  but she would do as my New Best Friend. Well, here.
  “So tell me more about the three guys we saw at the school gate.” I had to know more about them; after all, I was basically here for them.
  “They’re like, the best football players in the country. And the hottest. They can’t walk through a mall without a model scout walking up to them.
“Okay, Tom. His Dad’s the guy who produces a lot of movies. He’s the one with the brunette hair, and blue eyes. You can crush on the other two, but he’s mine okay?”
I nodded, and she relaxed from her “possessive” pose.
  “Carter is the one with the brunette hair and brown eyes. He’s amazing at all sports; you know, tennis, swimming, soccer, you name it, he can do it. He’s on every single team for everything, but he’s just taken a natural liking to football.”
  “And who’s the last one?”
  “Max. He was the tallest one, with the blond hair and green. He’s like, the biggest player in the whole school. He goes through girlfriends really fast, because no one’s good enough for him, apparently.”
  We were busy finding the life-long sister in each other when the bell rang. I grabbed my notepad and a folder from my new (cramped and stupid) locker, and it was History. I was fitting in nicely and I could see what Dad meant about the whole “hiding my face” thing because I wasn’t getting the looks I got from everyone normally, apart from the expected “God, that girl’s a nerd” looks that I got, but weren’t really used to. I checked my timetable. I was in…H6. History room 6. Inventive.
  I kept my head and slid into the classroom, a couple minutes late. In my old school that would have earned a detention. However, in this school, no one even noticed. I slid down onto the only free chair (actually that’s not true, there was also another chair, but it was next to some girl with a bad perm and braces. I can’t really talk now, but you know…), and I turned around to look at my desk partner…
  And I froze.
It was one of the A&F gods. He didn’t realize I was there, and just sat staring into the space, with a gazed look I recognized; you know, when you’re pretending to pay attention to teacher when your actually drifting off into unconsciousness. I know because that’s the only look I have in lessons.
It was more than that though. I’d let myself smoosh up so close to his hard muscles, I could hear it – there was Eminem playing from somewhere…
  Oh my God. He had headphones in.
They were nothing more than little black buds in his ears, without the wires (maybe…wireless?) and were perfectly discreet. I must get me one of those. In the meantime… I reached over and plucked an ear-bud from his ear, wiped it (did no one else see that new report on headphones and earwax?), and placed it in mine. The familiar sound of Eminem yelling made me smile as I turned back to the teacher, who was still rambling on about enzymes. (I don’t even know how to spell the word.)
  “Hey.”
I turned slowly towards him, and gave him my best sexy smile (okay, main reason I stole his ear-bud; conversational starter), the smile that had gotten me every single straight guy in my old school.
  “Yeah?” I asked, twisting a couple strands of hair in my fingers.
  “Give it back,” he whispered, learning in close to me, and my vision swam. I wasn’t getting enough oxygen. His breath on my neck raised goosebumps, and I semi-shivered. This guy was so easy to manipulate.
 “Why should I?” I whispered back. Our heads were way too close now, and we were in front of the whole class, not to mention a very boring (male or female? I don't know) teacher. But what would have happened if they weren’t there? I would have probably leapt on him and ripped his clothes right off. With my teeth.
  “You’ll regret it if you don’t, Geek,” he murmured, a small smirk forming on his lips, and my heart leapt. His green eyes were so…piercing.
  “How so?” I asked, smirking back at him, feigning innocence. Even with this nerdy hair and glasses, I still had my charm. The Skills of Flirting made up more of my IQ than Science, English and Math put together. I drew his on with my eyes to eyes that were so magnified by my new geek glasses. They were helpful, after all.
  “I will…”
Before I could hear the rest of that sentence, the teacher interrupted us.
  “Since Max and the new girl seem so close,” the woman/man teacher said frostily.
   “Perhaps they should partner with each other for the History Project. I’m sure everyone will be interested in what they can produce.”
 Our gazes snapped back to each other, and I quickly turned away. The whole class was laughing, saying stuff like, “Max with the Nerd!” and “God, Max has the worst luck”. Immature Bastards. I was on a completely separate level from them.
  Keep your head down, Alexis. This is what you did wrong in your last school. Ignore it.
But it’s so damn hard.
 “Yes,” I said, my voice quiet.
  “I will partner with him.”
He raised an eyebrow at my new, quiet voice, but said nothing. He had no objections too, apparently.
After class, I was leaving when Max grabbed my hand and dragged me to some unused classroom. He pinned me to the wall, his arms on the side of my head. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to which I didn’t. There’s nothing like good, toned, muscled guy pressed up against you.
  “Geek,” he said, smirking.
  “You’re mine from now on.”
I was semi-surprised.
  “What?!” I asked, gaping.
Then he leaned down to kiss me, pressing me hard against the locker. He was good, to say the least – his lips made my whole body tingle, and electricity passed through our bodies like a real current. He made my heart thud against my chest, and for a second, the whole world stopped.
  When our lips parted, I was smiling. His guy thinks he’s so good, that he’s such a player. And he was the biggest player in the school. Until me.
  “You understand?” he asked, grinning cockily.

 “I own you. You. Are. Mine.”

“What do you like about me?” I said, tilting my head as I looked at him.

“I think you’re interesting.”
I semi-smiled again.

“Interesting is an understatement,” I said, silencing his lips with mine, and I knew I was much better than him. After all, I was much more experienced than him.
I left him, standing in the dark classroom, shocked.
He was the biggest player........until me.

 Bad Girl – 1, The Player – 0

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Story   3:29:00 PM

Confessions: My Experience On How S3x Feels With Big and Small P*nises

Confessions: My Experience On How S3x Feels With Big and Small P*nises

sexual health   11:26:00 AM

Is having it bigger down there always better? Well, here are some things you don't know about, as women reveal the answer.

 
Most men are self-conscious about penis size. Whether you’re hung like a horse or lacking in the trouser department, it’s easy to get worried about how many inches you’re packing downstairs.
 
But as they say, it’s how you use it that counts, right?
 
In a candid Reddit thread, real women chimed in on their experiences of sleeping with men of all shapes and sizes.
 
Here are some of their stories:
 
1. Bigger isn’t always better
 
“I lost my virginity to a man with a huge penis. But I didn’t know it at the time.

“Watching porn made me uncomfortable so I always just read erotica. So he was very proud of his huge penis and I don’t think he could figure out why I wasn’t amazed by it.

“For my part, I couldn’t figure out why s*x was so damn painful. I could barely open my jaw far enough to the get the thing in my mouth."
 
She continued: “We could only have s*x in missionary position because everything else hurt so badly. I was not particularly impressed with intercourse (or giving oral, for that matter).

“The rest of my relationships have been with men with normal size penises.

“I found out having sex with them is easy. I don’t have to use a cup of lube to have intercourse or use an ice pack on my face after oral sex.

"I don’t get what the big deal is for big penises. Give me a normal penis any day.”
 
2. Pleasure comes first
 
“I’ve had moderately small to moderately/very large.

"I generally prefer larger, but a lot of guys with big penises think that all they need to be good at s*x is a big p*nis. 

“I’d rather take a guy with an average penis who cares about my pleasure any day.”
 
**3. S*x isn’t all about size**
 
“Having been across the p*nis spectrum, I just want to say that p*nises are awesome.

”All shapes and sizes are amazing. The best thing you can do with them, is to make sure they are attached to a great person. There is so much more to s*x than size.”

**4. Unicorn p*nis**
 
“I’ve had adventures with both. One gentleman was extremely handsome and my friend’s brother so we were set up and told to try and make this work.

“But when we went to have s*x and he was quite small and he cried during sex and told me shameful story about his friends pulling his pants down at a party and everyone laughing."
 
Source: Dailystar

'Instead of walking down the aisle to our song it was played as my fiancé’s coffin was carried into the church'

'Instead of walking down the aisle to our song it was played as my fiancé’s coffin was carried into the church'

health   9:52:00 AM

Emma Jolly and Adam Barclay had planned the perfect wedding, and the bride-to-be was to walk down the aisle to the couple’s favourite love song.

But only three months before the big day, doctors discovered Adam had a serious brain tumour .

The 27-year-old died on the operating table days later, before he had the chance to say goodbye to his family.

Instead of walking down the aisle to James Vincent McMorrow’s ‘Higher Love’, Emma listened to the song as her fiancé’s coffin was carried into the church.


“It was the wrong aisle,” she says. “When it went quiet, all you could hear was crying. Every grown man in that church was sobbing.”


Adam Barclay with his children

Over 400 people turned up to pay their respects at the funeral in Watford as 'petrolhead' Adam was laid to rest in a coffin decorated with pictures of his favourite car.

“We wanted a coffin that celebrated him and didn’t represent death because he was so alive,” dental nurse Emma says. “He achieved more in 27 years than many people can achieve in a lifetime.”

Emma and Adam first met through their love of cars, even having their first date in a car park six years ago.


Emma Jolly and Adam Barclay were due to wed
After dating for a few weeks Adam took Emma to the top of the London Eye to tell her he loved her.

He proposed a year later on the anniversary of their first date when she was heavily pregnant with their first child.

“I cried I was so happy,” Emma says. “I started practicing my signature as Emma Barclay from the day he asked me.”

When Emma gave birth to their daughter Lola, and four years later to a son, Parker, the couple believed they had everything in life.

Doting Dad Adam was doing up their house and was planning to buy a husky to complete their family.



But the brain tumour growing inside Adam’s head started to pick away at his perfect life in March last year.

“We went for dinner and he had this episode where he just started at me, breathing heavily. He couldn’t speak for about 20 seconds,” Emma says.

“It wasn’t until it happened again that he said he had them once a week or so.”

The doctors told Adam he was having panic attacks, and when he went for a second appointment to refute the diagnosis, they reaffirmed it and set up a weekly phone call with a therapist.

Emma says: “He’s really not the sort of person to have panic attacks. He had everything in life and wasn’t stressed or anxious.

“When the therapist asked him questions like: ‘Are you going to kill yourself’ he felt like a massive failure and was worried about being a bad dad.”

Adam’s freezing episodes became more and more frequent and two weeks before Christmas he was severely ill.

He could not stand without getting dizzy and he suffered from excruciating headaches.

Emma, who had never seen Adam be sick or take a day off work as a garage car damage estimator, struggled to understand what was wrong.


The couple's kids Lola and Parker
She insisted he went to the accident and emergency department where doctors said Adam was suffering from a viral infection, handing him anti-sickness tablets, antibiotics and pain relief medication.

“He took those for a week but he was getting worse,” 24-year-old Emma says. “He said to me: ‘I think I’m going to die’. For him to say that was a big deal.”

Another hospital appointment on Christmas Eve was ineffective and Adam was told to take pain pills.

“On Christmas Day and Boxing Day he was okay,” Emma says, “He still had a headache but he was hopeful he was getting better.

“But it was the calm before the storm. Adam went back to A&E on the 27th and they finally did a CT scan and found a tumour.”

The dad-of-two was rushed to a specialist neurology hospital in London and that evening suffered a severe seizure which landed him in the intensive care unit.

Emma was told they would have to put Adam under anaesthetic to stop his seizures.



“I went numb. I’m not religious at all, but I was begging anyone I could because we needed him so bad,” she says.

“I told him I loved him. And he said ‘I love you too’. That was the last thing he said.

“It did stabilise his seizures, but they had to do an operation the following day to take down the swelling in his brain. He never woke up from the operation.”

Adam died on New Years Day only months before their wedding.

Emma was left to plan a funeral instead of the perfect marriage ceremony they had dreamed of.

“At 24 my life was completely destroyed. You have all these plans and you never once think something so out of control can destroy them.

“I kept thinking: ‘The kids have lost their dad’. He was so devoted to them. He wanted to take Parker for his first driving lesson, he wanted to walk Lola down the aisle - all these milestones we’ll have to face as a three not a four. It’s heartbreaking,” Emma says.

Emma changed her surname to Adam’s on March 26, the day they would have been married and she has not had the heart to take her wedding dress out the box.

But the mum-of-two has found the strength to speak out about the danger of brain tumours.


She is raising money to fund research into the disease that took her fiancé and has vowed to live by Adam’s slogan, “Dare to be different”.

“I still wake up thinking he’s lying next to me. But then the realisation hits,” she says.

“I cant bring Adam back. No one can, but if I can stop someone else going through this living hell, that would be something. I know he would be proud of that - he lived to help other people.”

Brain tumours kill more children and adults under the age of 40 than any other cancer but just 1% of the national spend on cancer research has been allocated to the disease.

Diary Of an OAU Runs Girl --- (Episode 3)

Diary Of an OAU Runs Girl --- (Episode 3)

stories   7:21:00 PM

 Read  EPISODE 1 and EPISODE 2

Evening came, I went back to Parakin Estate to see Otunba and Chief Alimi. I spent the rest of the weekend with them. Another lady was invited too. When I was going on Monday morning, Chief Alimi rewarded me with N50k. Otunba gave me N2k for my transport fare. When I got home, I took my bath and off to school. When I came back from school, I gathered the money I made from my runz the past weekend, I went to Aserifa to look for a new house. I want to leave Mayfair. Money don come. I found a very cool place in Aserifa. The house is cool and good. I paid that day and moved in before the end of the week. I left Mayfair because I don’t want many people to discover what I was into. Mayfair is much of a student area and, many students might discover am into runz, so that was why I left there sharp sharp. This my new place was where I got to know Amanda. Amanda is a friend to my next door neighbor. She often visits and spends time with her. Amanda is a good talker, sometimes you may consider her mouth a “sugar mouth” because she’s a sweet talker and is able to influence people. Barely a month we got to know each other, it looked as if we had known each other for ages because of her sweet talk. Each time she’s around, she comes to knock at my door, if I am in, we talk and joke. This was where I introduced her into runz. We move together, sometimes I do take her along when visiting Otunba and Chief Alimi, and few times we had threesome with each men. Omo e dey sweet ooo. Sometimes  some of our rich aristos take us along with them to Abuja and Lagos. Otunba had once taken both of us to Petakwa (Port Harcort). I won’t forget that night easily. We had threesome, me, Otunba and Amanda, and that was my first time of having it. It was memorable while it all lasted.

All this adventures were so good until this, Chief Adie, a friend to Otunba. I first met him when Otunba took me to Lagos for his birthday. He introduced me to him as his girlfriend. Imagine Chief Adie bleeping me behind Otunba’s back. He requested my number when Otunba was not looking and, I graciously gave him. He began calling me often. When he came to Abeokuta for pressing matters, he invited to his hotel, I went and we massaged each other’s body very well. It was there he even told me that Otunba was aware that he’s bleeping me, it was even Otunba that told him to collect my number. You see all these old men, they are just bleeping us in turns anyhow. Dem no send, they take us as public toilets because we are not special to them. Their own is just to have sex with us, my own na money. He graciously rewarded me for the actions. That was how it began with me and Chief Adie till he invited me to Lagos to spend the weekend with him.

I finished from school early enough at about 3pm, it was Thursday. I got home, took my bath, arranged my clothes inside my small bag, off I went to Lagos. I got to Lagos around 7:30pm due to the go slow at Ibadan-Lagos express way. Before 20minutes, I don land hotel were Chief Adie they wait for me for the bar. He hugged me so had like a kid that has missed the mother for a long time. I sat down and started chatting. He ordered for champagne, suya, andre. Omo table come full. We come dey chop dey jollificate dey go. About 9:45pm, he said we won’t be spending the night at the hotel, but at his house in Ajah. We left the bar to his abode. We got to the house, a very beautiful place, a bungalow with good interior designs inside. We sat down on the chair and began to kiss. 2 hefty tall men with dark shades came in with a fine, tall slim girl. “don’t be scared, they are my boys” chief said to me. Of course why won’t I be scared, seeing those hefty creatures at night. I guess chief wanted a threesome that was why he requested them to go get another girl. My guess was right but the other girl is bi-sexual. I hate bi-sexual. How did I first know she might be into women too? We went upstairs with chief, by now I wasn’t afraid of threesome because I had done it couple of times. I took my shower and the other girl did the same before chief lastly took his. We retired to the bed and the action began. Chief undressed her leaving me to do mine. He smiled, I guess he is loving what he was seeing. He began tapping the pum-pum bom-bom of the girl as she laid on the bed with her back facing him. Me I no gree oo, e be like say this girl wan collect market from me dis one wey chief concentrate on her. This fit be bad market but I no go gree. Licking and sucking things, as I was handling chief’s rod with my mouth, the other girl tried to use her finger on me, she wanted to insert it into my veegee, I jumped out of the bed immediately, chief almost jump off too in fear of what was going on. I told him that I don’t want the other girl to finger or suck me and, am not a lesbian. Chief laughed, he said if that is why I jumped off as if there was a snake on the mattress. The other girl said there is nothing wrong in it, the thing makes threesome interesting. Since I started doing threesome, I don’t do lesbians or even allow them touch me. To me it’s disgusting. I returned to the bed, she never touched me, she only faced chief. But it was really fun because we enjoyed ourselves. Chief really satisfied us. For a man of 51 years, being so energetic and can handle two women at a go, Chief must have been a bad, ruff ryder when he was a youth. And I know say he go dey take alomo well.

We woke up in the morning the other day. Chief said he has some business transactions to do in Lekki. He prepared and left us but not after he asked his workers to get us food and some other things we might need to keep us company and afloat till he returns. It was fun with the other girl, we talked and got to know each other better. She said she was in LASU and studying Law. Hmm law keh, wetin this fine girl wey dey study this kind big course they find for runz business. I didn’t ask her ooo, after all mesef they into runs. Before we know wetin dey happen evening don come. Chief came back and took us out to a good suya joint in Victoria Island. After spoiling us which champagne, chicken suya and every eatables available at the joint, we went back home. We got home and the other girl started complaining of running stomach. Who no go complain, after eating all those things we ate. Thank God I don’t have a sensitive stomach so I didn’t complain about any running stomach. Chief asked some of his boys to get her drugs that will subside the running stomach. After taking the drugs, she laid on the chair in Chief’s room while me and chief began the magic. The other girl was just watching us while we were just doing it. She couldn’t hold herself, she joined us. Chief asked how she was feeling and she said she was feeling better. See as this girl just started gobbling chief’s balls. I have always heard that slim girls have high libido, with what am seeing with this chick, I think it’s the truth. After the action that night, we slept off. When I woke up the next morning, Saturday, I told chief I will love to go for shopping, na money I want. He gave me N50,000 for shopping. I don’t know what the other girl want but saw chief giving her some money. I took my bath and left both of them at the room and left to shop for some clothes. I went straight to Yaba. At least there are some boutiques one can find cheap clothes. It was unfortunate that I couldn’t finish on time. Trust us girls, we will first do window shopping before going to another cheaper shop to buy what we want. I came back to the house at about 3:14pm, the gate was just wide open, the gateman was not there. The whole house was just quiet when I walked In. I opened the house without the keys. I walked in and went straight upstairs. I shouted chief’s name and nobody answered, I called the other girl and no one answered me. “Maybe they have gone out,” I thought to myself. I entered the room and nobody was there. I dropped what I bought on the bed and turned my back, I saw blood dripping out of a big Ghana must go bag close to the T.V. I went there and met the shock of my life when I opened the sac. As I opened it, I saw broken bones, hands, legs, head and other parts of a human being. What gave me a cold feet adding to the fear I had that moment was when I looked at the body well, it was the head of the other girl with Chief. I believed the body parts are the body of the other girl. The body was still fresh from what I was seeing. I wanted to shout and scream but it seems something blocked my mouth from speaking and screaming. Immediately I picked my bag and ran out of the house. I didn’t bother to take the clothes I bought. I only took the bag I brought and moved out, still I couldn’t find anybody. I left the compound and straight to Oshodi, with the little money I had, I came back to Ife.

When I got home, the only thing I was thinking was “who sent me? How did I get to this level of my life.” How did the body of the other girl get into that bag? who killed her and why?. I think I was lucky if the person who killed the girl also had intentions of killing me too. But are you sure the security officials won’t be looking for the people residing in that house!. 

All that were what I was reminiscing, remembering before Amanda came in. I don’t even know how to explain what happened the past two days. I had wanted to take her along but changed my mind. As the girl dey talk about the show for OUI, I no send again oooo, I no dey do runs again. Na school my papa send me, no be runs. I have learnt my lessons.

Ko Ko Ko......"who is that this early momo?". I was still half asleep when I opened the door to see uniformed men from the police. Gbege...Heart in my mouth.... That was how I was arrested o as an accomplice to the death of the LASU girl. They had caught Chief and he confessed, implicating me. I am here spending 7 years in jail.

<<<<The End>>>>....

Story written by Christian Ozor

Edited by Praiz 

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Diary Of an OAU Runs Girl --- (Episode 2)

Diary Of an OAU Runs Girl --- (Episode 2)

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After the academic session exams, we went on break. During the break, I and Lola communicated  often. She travelled to Abuja to stay with James. She asked me to come with her but I refused. What and how will I explain to my parents that am going to Abuja to do!?Runz na for school, dis one na house. Later Lola told me she won’t be coming back to OAU. She told me that James said he will be taking her abroad and they won’t be coming back till 2 years time. Na so James like this girl! Only if he knew Lola is into runz. Unless she has changed because she has a high sex urge.

        We resumed in October. Na me go be the only OAU student for my house. Barely 3 days after we resumed, I don already dey miss Lola. Hours before she travelled to Cyprus, she called me that she was about to board the plane. She was so excited. I come dey envy her, but I can’t just abandon my school just for that kind of journey. I don’t know how their (Lola and James) arrangement is but I wished them well. After that call, that was the last time I heard from Lola again. I have to devise a means of getting more money. Girls, we too like money. I like OAU guys, infact there are some few wey I dey eye but dem no get money. OAU guys are so broke. The only thing they know is to buy clothes, dress well without money in their pockets. Them go suck you dry, eat your food without giving you anything. But there are some nice rich guys who are into runz girls, yes. Most OAU rich guys with cars, they don’t maintain one babe so what do you expect chick like me to do. If I have one of them, I go still find someone to complement am.

This Friday night, I dressed up at about 10:30. This time, some big boys go don dey come out for Cameron Hotel, the biggest in Ife. When I got to the side of the hotel, girls don already line up. This was my first time of going there on my own just to get one guy to bleep hard. I was shy at first, I have to stay a little far from the bunch of girls there. Omo see cars coming to pick girls. I just want to be careful. I have heard some incidence of girls been used for rituals, I don’t want my case to be like that. Even if I want to enter any car, I will be careful of any car or person I will be with. I no want make them go cut my throat or breast take do rituals. “Hayce how far” a voice behind me said. I turned to see who was that. “How much for one night” he said. I looked at the person speaking. He was really talking to me. Looking at him, he should be in his late teens, maybe 18 or 19 years. Trust us OAU girls, we can form, even when we are looking for something, when they are giving it to us; we go dey form on top of am as if we no need the thing. I ignored him. The small boy began to abuse me, “oshiii, ashawo, idiot, ugly girl, is it because I spoke to you” he said, “you no fine sef” he said again. See me see wahala ooo, shey na by force say I go do you. I didn’t speak a word till he left. He wants to do his elder sister. His plan no work, make he go meet him mate. I decided to move a little closer to were other girls were because if I stay afar, I may go back empty handed without any man speaking to me. As I was moving closer, a guy approached me, he said he wanted to talk to me and I said “okay”. We went to one corner. “How much for a night” he asked, “N7k,” I replied. He looked at me as if am still a learner. Maybe I am . “Habaaaa is too much nah”. I kept quiet, I didn’t say anything. He was looking at me to reply but I didn’t. “Collect N1k,” he said. 

What !! me collect N1k, weyre re oo. I told him I wasn’t taking it. “let’s have a quickie” he said. “okay” I replied, at least 15minutes quickie(short time) is better than  him giving N1k for a night. “But am giving you N200 oo” he said. what ! shey my case don worst that he is pricing me N2oo for a quickie. I can’t even give one minute for that amount. I was full of anger, it was all written on my face. I couldn’t alter a word again, I just left the place because I no wan break person head. I went back home. Maybe runz is not meant for me. Yes but my runz, I don’t plan to stand on the street, but for rich potbellied men to come pick me but this one is not happening, OAU big boys no wan notice me.

For 4 consecutive  Friday nights at Cameron Hotel road, nobody noticed me. Even the ones that do, they want to give me N150 for a quickie or N500 per night. Maybe na juju from my village they do me. If it were to be Lola, mehn, she for don get guys wey go give us N10k for a night. I don’t even know how she does it.

I changed plan immediately when I noticed that some OAU guys were coming to that runz zone to pick girls for night show. I don’t want them to see me. If them see me for there come still recognize me for school, dem go dey talk “see this ashi girl wey I straf,” I no want wahala. When I was still with Lola, she once took me to A-Groove. Seeing the girls there, one may think half of their girls are into ashi. Girls come yapa, infact na there sure pass Cameron because bankers, Politicians and Ife big boys come to pick girls. That is my plan, to switch to A-Groove.

This Friday night, I took my bath, wore my G-string sexy pant and a shot mini skirt with a fine sexy top. Bra no dey my agenda, I didn’t bother to wear bra. Any man wey go see my firm two oranges pointed out of that transparent top, seeing it alone dangling in the top, he will want to have his own fair share. I matched the dressing with koi-koi oleku shoe. I got to Ede road and took a bike to OUI roundabout. As I landed in front of the gate, chai see cars, chicks both fine and ugly. E get some people wey you go see, you may even wonder if na Baba God create them, them wo-wo gan. Big mouth, big teeth, big eye, big everything. Some girls I saw there, they look like okija juju. There is one small girl I saw, she was just dangling her butt as if it was going to fall out. The way the nyansh was moving while she walked looked like locomotive engine.

 “oya we-re we-re, let’s do something” one of the girls said.  I stayed at one corner watching as cars come in turns to pick girls. There are also places and stores where guys who don’t want to go home, one can just have a quickie there. The stores have been locked but people still use the veranda for a quick one. Mehn, OUI is very lucky to have this kind of things. How I wish OAU can just allow just half of it, chaii OAU guys go dey enjoy ooo and Apex Tutor go turn to condom dumping site. As I was staring at a guy and a girl having some nice time on one flat bench at a store closed to me, one car just drove towards me and stopped in front. Right side window glass wind down. I noticed there were two guys inside the car. The guy at the right hand side in front of the car, “hey babe what’s up” he said. I walked up to him. Na this kind thing I dey like, big boys with big cars. No be any how cars but better automobile machine. “So can we have you for the night” he said again. What ! what does he mean by “we”. That means they want threesome with me  or what! “can you pay” I asked, “yes if you can satisfy us” he said. “You mean both of you?” I replied, “off course nah” he said. I have never done threesome in my life before, whether two girls and a guy or even 2 guys and me. “No I can’t do 2 guys at once” I said to him, “ahh ahh, why nah, abi you be learner” he said. I told him I wasn’t a learner but am not interested in doing two guys, “you no serious and you no want money” he said and they drove away. If it were to be me and another girl with one guy, it would be adventurous for me because I have never done it before so it would be the first, but two guys, abeg make dem no tear my kpekus, I was scared. Barely 15 minutes, another car, jeep drove towards me. I think the jeep is an Infinity with tinted glass. It stopped at my front and a man came down and walked towards me. He greeted me and said his Oga inside the car would love to see me. With that kind of clean car, it won’t be wise for me not to see that his oga inside the car. I walked towards the car to the passengers section. Glass wind down, I gazed into the car to see the Oga. I saw two beer bellied men sipping bottles of champagne, each with chicken suya. One of them was wearing the hausa agbada while the other at the extreme was wearing Niger Delta Jonathan dress. “Young beautiful lady, how are you” the one wearing agbada said with a smiling face. I told him I was fine. “ Do you mind joining us for a night in my estate” he said, “no problem sir” I said. The driver opened the front door and I hopped in, the car moved a little and they picked up another girl and we left. We didn’t negotiate, no need for that. These guys na olowo so them go settle me wella.  We got to Parakin estate, and we entered one of the houses. Parakin estate is very beautiful. That was my first time of going there. The man in agbada took me to his room in the house while the other girl followed the other man. We went into the room, there was a big refrigerator, he brought out one big champagne, brought 2 glasses, poured for himself and for me. We began talking, he told me his name is Otunba Ajayi and he’s the owner of the estate. He asked me my name and I told him, but I didn’t tell him I was from OAU. I guess he assumed I was from OUI because he picked me up there. But why is he asking me all the question. It was unusual because so many men tend to disregard runz girls, they believe is just to chop and walk away. Maybe he wants to make me a special customer, well I don’t mind. He went into the bathroom, took his bath and came out. I went into the bath room to refresh before the magic starts. After the fresh bath, we jumped to the bed. Otunba began pressing my soft oranges. It surprised me that as old as he is, he does the pre-intimacy act very well. He sucked my oranges so well as if his life depended on it. He left that spot and moved down to my ######. After working on my body with his tongue, it’s time for me to do mine. I removed his boxers; whaaat !, what am I seeing! He is a vegetable man, his manliness is so small like that of a 5 year old boy. My face changed immediately I saw this. It can’t even be up to half of my index finger on erection. When I grabbed it, my hand swallowed the whole of his thing. Well, that one is left for him, after all he will give me my money. I massaged his body and thing, he was screaming for more. I think he has never seen anyone give it to him with that his small thing very well. After that, we began the main thing. I couldn’t even feel him inside me. As he pumps, his head was just dangling around his neck as if it will fall out. After 30 minutes of that weak sex session, we heard a knock on the door. I stood up wanting to go check who was that. Otunba  said I should leave it, that he thinks it’s his friend.  He went to the door and, indeed it was his friend. They stayed at the door talking, I don’t know what they were talking about. They were just whispering into each other’s ears. Otunba returned to the bed. He told me that his friend will like to have a fair share of me. Hmmmm, that means I should go to his friend’s room and, the other girl will be coming to his room. Switching things. I have no choice but to agree. Chief had earlier told me that his friend’s name is Chief Alimi. I went into Chief Alimi’s room while the other girl went to Otunba’s room. Immediately Chief Alimi saw me walking towards the bed, he smiled, “young lady, what is your name” he asked. I told him as I sat down on the bed. He told me the other girl is fire and has a high sex drive, “I hope you can do better than her” he asked. He asked if I can satisfy her better than the other girl, I go show this man, let him try me and confirm that Jesus is Lord with my bedmatic skills. If the other girl has a great sex drive and after those rounds, this man never die, that means chief is really strong. I pity the girl, how she’s going to cope with Otunba’s small thing with her high tempo sex drive. “Don’t worry chief, I can do better” I said. He’s testing me and I will show him, only if his thing is not small like that of Otunba. I jumped on him immediately. I hope he won’t cry or have broken ribs and aching body after this show. I took off the towel he was tying on his waist and saw a surprise. Hmmm, make devil punish Otunba and, the person wey do am that thing, make devil punish them. As handsome as Otunba, he get small thing while Chief Alimi that is very ugly is blessed with long, big manliness. Chief Alimi is so ugly that  you will think he was created on the day God was creating demons and mistakenly gave him the face of an ugly demon instead of human. Big head, long neck and very skinny. But he made up the ugliness by giving him a huge manliness. The extra flesh and fat he supposed to grow on his body, he didn’t, but rather everything came to his manliness. I hope he knows how to use it. The action began and, indeed he knows how to use his machine. We worked on ourselves for about 2 hours nonstop before we became exhausted and slept off. I woke up about 6:30am, chief was still sleeping. I took my bath, came out. I woke chief up and told him I want to leave. He said I should spend the weekend with them, I turned it down. I told him that I need to go back. He said “no problem.” He stretched his left hand to the table close to the bed and took the envelope on top of the table. He dipped his hands inside the big envelop and brought out some naira notes and gave to me. He didn’t even count it. I counted the money there and it was N26,000. Discovering the amount, I changed my mind over the decision of not wanting to spend the weekend with them. I asked for his mobile number and he graciously gave to me. I told chief I was going to come in the evening. He was happy about it. I believed he was satisfied with what and how I gave it to him. I left there in excitement and went home.

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