My experience with a V-rgin hunter episode 3 & 4

My experience with a V-rgin hunter
episode 3-4
Episode 3
“Jesu!” He scre-med in a timid yoruba accent. My heart skipped a beat. A child whoose mother was on the other side of the pedestrian had abruptly crossed the road. He hit on the break pedal and swerved the steering to the left, dodging the crossing child by some inches. It was a close shove.
“Alakoba wo le-leyi? Eh?” he asked me, not minding if i understood the language.
I was stupefied to even respond. He managed to control the car back to the main road without stopping and we continued our journey. I looked behind me and i was glad the little child was safe. She was in the embrace of her mother crying, while her mother was showing us her five fingers, probably cursing.
Mr K looked through the side mirror.
“Don’t worry, the child is safe” he said trying to get back his composure.
We drove silently for about five minutes then he started again
“I will give you an I-phone 7 and all you’ll need to do is put up adverts for my shop through all your social media accounts. I’m sure you have a lot of followers. Pretty ladies always do” he said.
“Just that?” i asked, not believing him
“Yes. Just that. We won’t need to sign an MOU” he said smilling.
This man that has been smilling like a Jackal and wants to give me an I-phone 7 for absolutely nothing must definately have something else up his sleeves. An agreement is an agreement. If he comes up with some other funny attitudes, i will simply just refuse, Afterall, we agreed before he gave me the phone. All i need do is keep to my end of our agreement.
“Ok, so far i have a feeling i worked for it” i said
I didn’t come to Ikeja today dreaming of even a low budget I-phone brand talkless of an I-phone 7, but here i am, faced with the possibly of getting an I-phone 7. Isn’t that a miracle? I tried hærd to hide my excitement.
” How do i contact you?” he asked. I just looked through the window and realized we were already close to Cele bustop. I would soon be alighting.
“Ehm… I…. I…. don’t know. I can’t give you my mum’s number” i stammered.
“Ok… Tommorow morning, Just come by the shop were we met today and ask of Mr K” he said as he parked under the cele bridge for me to alight. I opened the car door stylishly and came down.
“I’ll be expecting you tommorow morning” he said.
“Alright sir, i will be there” i replied.
Ofcourse i would there. Who wouldn’t want an I-phone 7? Certainly not me.
Throughout that evening, i kept thinking of an I-phone 7. What if he just wanted to play me? What if he never intends to give me any phone? Well, i won’t find out if i don’t go.
That night, i had a very bad dream. I was watching a video clip on an I-phone 7. On the clip, i saw myself Unclad and lying on the bed with a masked man humping me. I must have been sedated because i was not moving my body while the man was at it. I woke up in the dead of the night deciding not to go and see Mr K. When day light came, i changed my mind again. How could i miss this opportunity of getting the most expensive phone in town because of a mere dream? Never! I got up, showered, wore a pink short gown with brown gladiator sandals and made up to kill. I knew how to prepare for a mission like this. When he sees me like this, he won’t hesitate to give me the phone. With the confidence of a peac*ck, i left home for Ikeja.
Instead of taking the normal danfo bus, i took a taxi that charged me high because the driver switched on the vehicles A.C at my request. This was so as not to looked ruffled before i got to Mr. K’s office. I wanted to look my best. This man could be a married man, i hadn’t even thought of that before. It was too late to dwell on that now, besides i hadn’t noticed any ring on him and i wasn’t “interested”.
” Good afternoon” i greeted the lady i saw on a Samsung stand when i got to “S”
“Please I’m here to see Mr. K” I requested politely.
Episode 4
“Please I’m here to see Mr. K” I requested politely.
The lady pointed to an office Accross a narrow passage that had a transparent glass door. I walked to the door and knocked lightly. I could see Mr K through the transparent door. His office was quite small, or so i thought. Maybe it was because there were so many papers that looked liked invoices littered over the big table or the plenty cartons that was piled up on all corners of the office. He waved for me to come in and i pushed the door and let myself in.
“Good morning sir”. I greeted him
“Ah… My pretty. I thought you’ll stand me up” he said. He beamed a smile at me and i smilled back.
” You look smashing” he said as his eyes scanned my wh0le body. Who smashing epp? Abeg gimme phone make i commot. I said in my mind.
“Thank you sir” I said smilling.
He stood up and pulled up the chair opposite him
“Pls sit” he said, pointing to the chair.
There was an apple laptop open on his table with a black I-phone 7 lying on his table. Is this the I-phone 7 that he plans to give me? I thought in my head.
“What can i offer you?” he asked
“Nothing” i said quickly, remembering the dream i had the previous night. If that dream were real, then i was definately sedated. I would avoid eating or drinking anything here.
“No…. No…. I have to get you something. You can’t just come to my office and refuse to take anything”.
He stood up before i could say anything else and made for the door. I had decided as i waited for him to come back that i wasn’t going to eat whatever he brought back. I would insist.
I looked at his table and picked up one of the littered papers on the table. It was an invoice for the sale of a Samsung galaxy s7 edge. My eyes caught the I-phone 7 on the table again. I looked back at the door, there was no one in sight so i picked up the phone and pressed the home button. It was unlocked. A WhatsApp message popped in from “V-rgin hunters”. It was obvious that this was his personal phone and not the one he intended to give me. I wanted to drop the phone then another message came in from “V-rgin hunters” again. I looked, it was 4 unread messages from the same WhatsApp contact. It was a group Chat.
The name sounded weird. What kind of people would name a chat group “V-rgin hunters”? I thought.
Curiously, i clicked on the group chat. What i saw shocked me beyond measures……..
TBC.