In love with the housegirl episode 5 – 6
In love with the housegirl
Episode 5 &6
Mrs. Ola spread her legs and ins**ttted her two fingers into her p…sy. She used her other hands to fondle with her br3st, mo-nning softly. Lightd lights were on at the time so I saw everything crisp clean. Her p…sy was hairy and her thighs were fair with some stretch marks.
“So this woman is masturb3ting” I thought to myself. My trouser had swollen because mr D…ck was ready to swing into action. As if she knew I was at the door, she put on her dress and stood up from the bed. I ran to the living room, switched on the TV and stared at it, with my heart pounding about 50beats per second.
“You’re here” Mrs. Ola said as she descended the staircase.
“Yes ma…I mean, no ma…sorry…Mrs. ola. I just came” I stammered. The evening was a cold one but I was sweating.
“Come, I want you to help me carry my fridge outside, I want it repaired” she said as she beckoned on me. She wore a black gown that barely covered her th..ghs. Her br….sts were almost completely outside. My d…ck was completely er…..t, but I had to control myself. I knew one mistake could cost me my job. Was she trying to tempt me? I mean, how can she dress like this before inviting me? All these thoughts clouded my mind as I followed Mrs. Ola to her room.
“Come in,side” she beckoned on me. I entered and looked around but I couldn’t find any fridge.
“But ma, where is the fridge you want me to carry”? I asked looking nervous.
“You’re not a kid, are you. Don’t you like what you see”? She asked, putting her right leg on the bed, and pulling her gown further up. At that point, I was confused. My spirit was telling me to report her to her husband. Some voice in my head was telling me to devour the beauty that was before me.
“Ma…I..i, I think I forgot something in my room. Let me go get it,.. please I will be back.” I told her, as my voice trembled.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” She echoed in a voice as evil as Delilah’s
“I ran to my room and locked the door with it’s key. I couldn’t allow my d3ck to gain control of me. I was determined to control it. My stomach was grumbling in hunger. I had not eaten since Anne gave me breakfast. I got lost in my own thoughts and slept off. I woke up the next morning and knew something was wrong. I knew Mrs. Ola was going to kill me for not keeping to my words. I tiptoed to the window of the living room to see what she was up to.
“Do NOT give that boy food again unless you want to lose your job. If I as much as catch you giving him even garri. You will regret it” Mrs. Ola instructed Anne.
“Oh my God. I am finished” I thought to myself. The worms in my stomach wrapped up themselves and I felt a sharp pain in my belly….
In love with the housegirl
Episode 6.
Mrs. Ola’s words hit me hærdest. I felt like I had been stabbed with a dagger. Was it my fault? Is it a crime for one to keep his dignity? Why does ill-luck follow me everywhere? I thought to myself as I walked back to my room. I didn’t realise when rolls of hot tears trickled down my cheeks. Jade, you are a man. How can you be weeping like a woman? Come on, be strong like the tiger you are.
I encouraged myself and stood up from the bed. I thought about my family back in the village. Again, hunger hit my stomach like a storm. I decided to call and check up on them before branching off to a nearby restaurant. I still had my dad’s contact in,side my bag so I took it to a call-box and dialed… someone picked up almost immediately
“Hello, dad, it’s Jade.” I said with excitement.
“Hello Jade, your dad had an accident. He fell off a palm tree and a stick pierced through his chest. He is unconscious now” a female voice said. I could percieve it was a neighbor but I didn’t really care who it was at that time.
“What? When? How? Please how is he?” I asked with pain, still trying to digest the news.
“We carried him to the community hospital, and they are asking for 50,000 before anything can be done on him. As it stands now he hasn’t commenced treatment”. The voice replied
“O-o-oookay. Please tell them to start treating him now! Oh God don’t let anything happen to him. Tell them you have 35,000 cash. They should start working on him. Text the account details to this number now. I will send you the money and complete the balance tomorrow” I said and hung up. She immediately texted the account details.
“Oga your money is 300” the woman who managed the call box told me. I removed 300 and gave her. I pleaded with her to lend me her phone so I can go to a nearby bank and send the money, which she accepted.
“Thank you ma” I said, as I returned her phone and rushed home. I was unsure what I was going to do next or what my next move was going to be. I sat in my room, lost in my agony. Should I go and apologise to mrs. Ola? But what if he try to take advantage of me again? No, I have to try… I concluded in my mind.
I was a man who hærdly prayed but I went down on my knees and asked god for one thing. I prayed that my dad should not die. My earnest praher was that he should make it alive even if it meant me borrowing money. I didn’t realise it was evening already. I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and to my greatest suprise, there was Anne with 2 flasks of food containing fufu and ogbono soup. Seeing her I felt some relief. I felt a ray of hope. But I overheard Mrs ola warning her not to give me food. I was surprised to the brim…