Bass was invited to the party as a guest but his involvement has just been elevated.
Na just normal party na! Normal party!!
Right! Na just normal party and yet I was called to see if I had any Bi female friends that wanted to attend.
I scratched my chin (I am one of those poor niggas without beards, sadly) as I thought about the ‘party’ I was headed to right now. My week had been unpleasant and I had been wondering if my life could get any more boring than it was when Frank’s call had come in.
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He and his friends were throwing a private party and he would love me to attend. First off, you might sit and ask well, it is a party and I got invited so what is the fuss about? Pause, it is a ‘private’ party and in my circles private parties means an orgy. So why was he inviting me to an orgy with his friends? Well basically everyone believes I have got a whole phone book full of female numbers I can call to show up anytime and anywhere. So false, I really wish I do though.
Anyway, I managed to get two female friends who have also been bored out of their skull as I wanted to attend. One had called me about thirty minutes ago that she had arrived at the venue and seen Frank.
Okay, fingers crossed Frank behaves and does not soil my ‘hard earned name’. I looked up at the Uber driver and asked for the aux cord. I was a few minutes away from the venue so I could as well listen to some good old music to put me in the zone.
I was here at last, I adjusted my belt buckle. I stood before Frank’s apartment and knocked. I rubbed my hands together and said a little prayer which I do occasionally especially when I know I am about to commit a series of sin. The door swung open…
“Baddo!”. Frank came out shouting, idiot!
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He grabbed and gave me a hug, nigga was reeking of beer all over. I looked up and rolled my eyes, things I have to put up with.
“Enter, enter we don dey wait you since na”. He finally had the brain to step out of the way and let me in. I walked into his living room, all shades of dark but I could vividly remember the setting so now I just had to adjust my eyes to see the number of people in it. I could make out four guys and three ladies.
Two of the ladies were dancing in the center of the room to Lil Kesh’s Efejoku playing at some pretty loud volume and the way they were twerking and moving their bodies to it ehn.
Na, this was not good at all I thought to myself considering that one of the ladies’ present was brought in by me. The other one was on her way, that would make four ladies, five guys.
Bad for a private party but hey it wasn’t my party and I am here anyway so I guess I would just have to adapt.
“Chairmen, I hail oo” I said to no one in particular but loud enough for them all to hear above the music playing from the speakers around the room.
“Boss na we hail pass”.
One of the guys replied as I went around shaking them trying to see their faces. Found out the lady I had invited was the only one seated. I rubbed her cheeks as I walked past her to a chair in the corner, she smiled and looked up at me in return.
I did not want to sit close to her so as not to make the other guys feel I had invited her here for my own reason. Everyone is here to have fun so why not let’s all mingle and have it no strings attached.
Frank came to my side and tapped my shoulders, signaling I should follow him. I stood up and followed him to the kitchen where he handed me a bottle of vodka.
“Cranberry dey parlour if you wan mix o” . He said.
“Na, I dey ok. Wan do straight shots. So wetin be the 411 here? I think say girls go yapa ni”. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Omo na why I call you that time be that na say make you give me girls”. He groaned.
“Wa, you well? Na me dey do party ni? Na jeje I dey wey you call me say you wan do party so now why should I be the one inviting girls? And besides I even invited two. Sandy should arrive any minute now sef”..
“I know, I know but the girls wey we invite ehn fuckup along the line so I no get any other options but to call you”. A white lie but I let him say it to the end anyway.
Just about that moment, my phone beeped. I pulled it out just to see it was a text from Sandy. She was at the door.
“See bobo nothing I fit do to help your career. Sandy don dey here. Make I go open door for am. And I no even ask wetin be the main schedule for the night sef?”
“Nothing, I reason say make everybody drink high ni and we begin dey fuck.”
I opened my mouth but words wouldn’t come out. What sort of fucked up plan is that? I wanted to say. Just everyone drink and get high and fuck. Why didn’t he just go to Opebi and pick correct prostitutes for the party?
This was not some secondary school get together na where you would just throw in some drinks and maybe good weed and expect everyone to fuck when they are high. You have to set the mood.
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I just shook my head since the words wouldn’t come out and went to get Sandy. Walking through the living room and noticed everyone was up and dancing by now. Well at least one part of Frank’s dumb plan was working. These ones were getting high; we would have to wait for the fuck part though.
I winked at one of the ladies and smiled, only God knows if she saw it sef in all this darkness. I got to the door and unlocked it to see Sandy in a long overall coat standing with a seductive smile playing on her lips.
Now let me tell you about Sandy, I had met her at another private party in Ibadan way back. But the funny thing about the whole thing was that particular party had not been planned. It was a friend’s birthday party that has transformed into something else.
Sandy and I had ended up together. She stood at almost 6 feet and had a body to put Athena to shame.
Her boobs were on the small side but that was no problem when you came down to her hips and ass. Oh lord! The words to describe it haven’t just been invented yet. Now just imagine her bent over or on all fours. Also factor in the fact that she was all shades of freaky. Now maybe you do get my point.
“Why are you grinning like an idiot now?” She said laughing.
“Nothing. Just that every time I see you, you always get me hard in seconds”. Which was no line considering my boxers was been stretched out at the moment.
She leaned forward.
“Would it help if you knew I have nothing but panties underneath this coat?”. She whispered.
My eyes widened as I stared at her. Without saying much I grabbed her by the hand and led her in. This one was mine and I sure wasn’t going to share tonight.
God punish Frank
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