Diary of a Bolt Guy: Sexcapades, Switches, and a Smell Dennis Won’t Forget

By Ghanaman

I have three “New Takers” from Etche who are now my regular clients. Anytime they call, I show up. I usually stay with them till they’re done before taking them back to either their hotel or the house their sister rented for them.

But how did we even meet?

A few weeks back, one of them booked me from a hotel around the NTA /Apara Link Road axis. He sounded like he was in a hurry; he just told me to start coming so we could discuss every other detail in person. When I called to say I had arrived, they came out within seconds.

They simply asked me to take them to The Flash Lounge at Alakahia. I don weigh them finish, and e don clear sey na clients wey go “chest billing” with ease. So, all those pre-movement formalities, I no do am. I just start the car begin fire down.

When we got there, two of them stepped out to inspect the “conference materials” littered around the premises. But it was obvious none of them fit the profile they were after.

As expected, they came back to meet me, because I know sey goods no too really dey that location. They asked if I knew where they could get better items for the night. I take style form vex because they didn’t tell me since. We for no waste time come here.

We jumped back into the car and headed straight for GRA. Location surplus there. Front of Casablanca, front of Prime Wash, Blackbox, Beer Barn- one can never go wrong.

The roads were free of traffic, so in no time we were there. Na from Market Square the boys begin leap for joy with wetin dem dey see. Before we even reached Prime Wash, they asked me to stop. Something don enter their eyes.

A fine, dark-skinned melanin beauty, with correct shape, and a fine ass. Pamela crossed over to meet us. After about three minutes of bargaining, we settled at forty thousand naira to service one of the boys. She called her friend and roomie too. She sef set die, but light-skinned.

I called another cab, and we all went back to the hotel. I got paid and left.

Even after two days later, the boys couldn’t stop yapping about how “sweet” Pamela and her friend were. The way they described the experience, e be like children wey just lick fresh honey. They wanted another sexcapade.

So, they called me again, and we went back. I already had Pamela’s number, so I just chatted her up to position her friend again. This time, the boys wanted to switch girls, to finally determine which one sweet pass. That argument don dey since the first day.

The third person, Dennis, didn’t participate the first time. But this time, he was keen.

So, we got another babe for him, while the other two switched girls. The girls, knowing the boys already liked them, upped their fee to fifty thousand. The boys no shake. Dem gree. And they went to enjoy themselves.

The next day, they called me for movement. Me wey ear dey scratch already, as dem enter car, na so I begin ask for match report.

While the other two were glowing from their experiences with Pamela and her friend, Dennis face no get joy at all.

“Oboy, wetin happen na?” I quizzed.

My guy no fit talk.

Na him brothers spill the beans.

The third girl pussy dey smell. She nearly killed him with foul odour. Nah! Not foul (fowl)… fish smell.

They said it was so bad they had to change rooms, pay her off, and send her back to where she came from.

I laughed so hard I almost broke a rib.

I consoled Dennis and promised that next time, I’d help him make a better choice.

Meanwhile, the argument between the two brothers about Pamela and her friend still dey rage. Maybe dem go need send me to investigate both girls together, at the same time.

That might be the only way this matter go finally reach a logical conclusion.