Lagos Yahoo Boy – Episode 7


After having a swell evening with the DPO, I retired to the comfort of my apartment. There was power so I switched my TV on and was watching the Discovery Channel. I’ve had some alcohol in my system so it was too easy to drift into sleep. Bella came knocking on my door but I was too pissed with her to respond. She kept knocking and calling my name until she got tired. I just kept mute and watched her disappointed shadow cast on my curtains courtesy of the balcony light. She walked away and I resumed my TV watching. I didn’t last another five minutes before falling asleep again.

My phone began to ring at exactly 11pm. I picked up and a powerful pidgin English from a very sweet voice hit my ear. “Hello! Na be dis?”, she asked. “Oh yes! This is Tunde Jones of How can I be of help to you this fine evening?”, I responded. The lady told me she just discovered the blog and has been glued ever since. “My name na Beatrice and I like to dey read your stories dem every time, especially when I wake up for midnight ”, she said. After telling her thanks and that her call was really appreciated, she bade me goodbye but I stopped her before she could end the call.

I found her excessive pidgin quite irritating at first but her sweet vocal texture made me curious about her face. “Feel free to call me whenever you want”, I added before saying bye. However, Beatrice didn’t let me finish up either. She obviously had hidden intentions as she asked, “you sure say I fit call you anytime?”. “Oh yes! I’m a free man”, I responded. “Okay o!”, Beatrice concluded and ended the call.

By the time I was done speaking with Beatrice, it was almost 11:30pm. I booted my laptop and went online. After responding to a few tweets from readers I checked my wristwatch and it was 12:06am. I wanted to switch my phone to airplane mode so battery can last longer. It was time for me to play Grand Theft Auto on my phone till either I sleep off or my battery dies. ASP Bola’s call came in almost as soon as I touched the phone. I picked up and my night changed right there.

“Wow! I can’t believe my luck. I thought you’ll be asleep already”, ASP Bola said. “Well, I was about to sleep when your call came in ma”, I responded. Bola was quite disappointed. She concluded she was hindering me from going to bed and wanted to end the call. “Oh no. Please don’t cut the call ma. I wasn’t going to sleep right away. Plus, I’ll like to speak with you for a while”, I begged. “Are you sure?”, she asked. I confirmed I was okay with the call and so we continued our conversation.

She then asked if I was married and I told her it was not in my thinking for the moment. Besides, I won’t be talking to her at that ungodly hour of the night if I was married. ASP Bola’s courage doubled right after confirming I was single and living alone. We began to chat and she became extra expressive. At some point she said she wished I could come to her house right away. “To do what, ma?”, I asked. “Never mind”, she responded but then I knew she had hidden motives too. “How come the two women that called me tonight have been vague in their discussions?”, I asked myself. Then I concluded they’re just being shy to make a move. Whoever said women cannot initiate sex with a man will always be in my bad books.

“Hmm…Tunde!”, ASP Bola called. “Yes ma’am”, I responded. Then she charged at me saying, “you’re not a small boy. I’ve not stopped reading from your blog since I met you. You know the kind of stories you write don’t do any other thing than put a woman in the mood. Especially a widow like me”. “Oh, I’m very sorry ma. I had no idea you’re without a husband”, I apologized even though it wasn’t my business in any way.

“Well, you have to claim responsibility for your actions. You can’t always do this to me and not clean up the mess it creates between my legs”, ASP Bola said. The thought of what she has between her legs got me hard instantly.

To be continued…

This article was written by Tunde Jones.

I am Tunde 'Bebo' Jones from Lagos Nigeria. I love my taxi driving job. I encounter a lot of passengers on a daily basis, mostly females. Some are horny while some are not but I have pledged to fuck as many as are willing. This is my diary and you're always welcome to read.

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