THE FAST LANE - Episode 1

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog. Hotel, Camp, Hostel, NYSC, The guy just returned from Germany, Business Administration graduate, University of Benin, Naira.

His Grand Cherokee pulled up in front of the Niger State National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) camp. He had driven from Abuja to Niger State. He walked to the gate and had a quick chat with the security guards. He offered some money to them, so they let Sandra out. She was wearing the NYSC uniform. The NYSC shirt was tight-fitting, accentuating her killer curves. She smiled broadly as she walked through the gate. Cletus had called to tell her that he was at the gate. They had never met before. Cletus returned to the country from Germany some weeks back. He had been looking for a girl to marry, so his family recommended Sandra. Sandra was a Business Administration graduate of the University of Benin. She raced towards him with glee. You would have thought that they had known each other from Adam.

“How was your journey?” She asked. “It was smooth. I was too excited to see you that I did not realize when I got here. You look amazingly beautiful,” Cletus answered. “Thank you!” They hopped into the jeep and drove off to a hotel where Cletus had already reserved a room. Cletus was supper excited. He had seen pictures of Sandra, but seeing her in person, she looked even more beautiful. He kept thinking of her curves until they reached the hotel. As soon as they were inside with the door firmly shut behind them, he grabbed her with intense passion and began to rip her clothes off. Sandra did not resist, in fact, she was a willing participant, lending him a helping hand in yanking off her clothes…and his too. You would have thought they had been dating for years. Shortly afterwards, they both lay beside each other, fagged out as they breathed heavily.

“I am so happy honey,” she exclaimed. “Me too,” answered Cletus who grabbed her and drew her closer to his body. The next morning, he dropped her off to camp and picked her up by night. By the time he left her at camp, he handed her twenty thousand Naira. The next day, she got twenty five thousand Naira. Overnight, Sandra was flush with money. She bought whatever she wanted on camp and paid her way through to avoid any activity she did not like. Cletus took him shopping the next day. She returned to camp with a bag full of clothes and jewelry. She only brought them back to camp so that her friends could see them. By night, she took the lot with her back to Cletus’ hotel room.

“The hostel is not safe honey,” she explained to him. “I will leave my valuable items here.” “Of course you can leave whatever you want here my dear. It is our room, not mine,” he replied with infectious ebullience. After a week, Cletus was back in Abuja with the promise to return in the final week of camp to pick Sandra up. He paid for the hotel room for the rest of the time she had to spend in camp, so that Sandra would leave her valuable belongings there. “I can’t wait to see you again,” Sandra beamed with smiles as she spoke with palpable glee. “Me too,” answered Cletus. “I will call you as soon as I return to Abuja. I wish I could take you back with me,” he said. She got in the vehicle with him for one more intense kiss before he turned the engine to life and hit the road. Sandra took a taxi back to camp.

Cletus was on the phone as soon as he returned to Abuja telling Sandra how much he missed her. Sandra was a descriptive person. She too described how much she missed him in ways that made him want to get in the vehicle and drive back to Minna that night. By the time they were done talking on the phone, Sandra walked across to one of the male hostels nearby. She had told Gbenga that she would stop by that night. “Hi Babe,” Gbenga said as soon as he saw her. He was outside catching some fresh air with his friends. The hostels were terribly hot. “Hi darling,” answered Sandra. They sat under a dogonyaro tree and chatted. Gbenga could not take his hands off her. “Why don’t we go to town?” Sandra asked. “Where in town?” Asked Gbenga who was not willing to spend his Alawi money on hotel room. “Just go and get dressed. I have that covered,” Sandra replied. Her voice oozed confidence.

Excitedly, Gbenga dashed into the hostel and changed into a more decent outfit. “Where you dey go? (Where are you going?) That your camp Babe dey waka with you? (Is your camp girlfriend coming with you?)” His hostel mates asked him jokingly. “I dey go groove tonight! (I am grooving tonight!)” Gbenga answered. He was literally shaking with excitement. “Na you dey reign! (You are the real deal!)” His hostel mates shouted as he darted out of the building. They converged by windows and watched as Gbenga placed his arm around Sandra’s waist. They walked happily towards the gate. When they reached the gate, Sandra offered the security men two thousand Naira and they flung the gate open for them. “Is that not the girl wey that oga dey carry big moto come see all week long? (Is that not the same girl that was visited all week long by the rich man driving an expensive vehicle?) One of the security men asked his colleagues. “What do I care?” one of his colleagues answered. “As far as she greases our palms, she can go wherever she wants with whoever she wants,” replied another.

“You are maintaining a hotel room in town while in camp?” Gbenga asked incredulously as they entered the lavishly furnished suite. “Yes, my father paid for it. He wants me to have a place to relax away from the chaos of camp,” Sandra answered. “He must be a wonderful dad.” “He is…possibly better than wonderful.” “You are a lucky girl, and I am lucky to have you dear,” Gbenga said as he wrapped his arms around her and began to undo her zippers. The next morning, Cletus called. Gbenga was still snoring away, so Sandra went to the bathroom, turned on the shower to drown out her voice, sat in the tub and chatted with Cletus. Cletus was not in the mood to end the chat. He was missing her terribly. “I have to get to the field honey. We have a marching parade,” she lied to get off the phone. “Okay my dear. Have fun. Don’t spend too much time in the sun.” “I won’t my love.”

She quickly returned to Gbenga who was still composing a symphony with his snoring. “Wake up honey,” Sandra said. They spent the entire day and the next night in the hotel room. Sandra would step out of the room or into her large bathroom each time she wanted to call Cletus briefly. By the time they returned to camp, Gbenga was bragging to his friends about how much Sandra loved him. “Her dad is loaded!” He said one afternoon and Ijeoma, one of his friends’ girlfriend was there. “Her father? Loaded?” Ijeoma asked incredulously. “Of course. He rented an expensive suite for her at Giginya hotel in town. Have you any idea how much that costs per night? And she has it for the rest of the camp. She goes there to chill when she wants to get away from camp,” Gbenga explained elatedly.

“Wake up mumu (idiot)!!!” Ijeoma heckled him. “Which father would do that? I know Sandra. I grew up with her. Her father does not even own a rusted bicycle. Her new boyfriend who wants to marry her rented the room for her. The guy just returned from Germany,” Ijeoma explained sarcastically. “Hahaha!!!” Gbenga’s friends laughed at him. “After all that bragging, she is sleeping with another man who will soon marry her!” They teased. In anger, Gbenga began to avoid Sandra. She made efforts to woo him back, but when he proved unyielding, she made a tactical switch to Charles. This time, she was more upfront with him. “I like you,” Charles had said after Sandra had been given her the signal for days. “I like you too, but I don’t want anything serious. We can have a thing going on during NYSC. Afterwards, we can go our separate ways. I have someone who is keen on marrying me,” she said brazenly. “That is fine by me,” Charles said.       STORY CONTINUES...
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