The Return -Episode 8

I had a very sound sleep that night until my alarm started buzzing at 6am. I felt lazy as my breathtaking encounter with Gina and her boss was telling on my body. All I could do was turn in bed until my phone started ringing. It was Mr Barry. He wanted me to take him out again after which I’ll drop him off at the auto shop to pick up his car. I quickly took a shower and got dressed. Money must be made no matter how tired I feel and this might just be another opportunity to see Remi’s face as I will be in her house in just a couple of minutes.

Few minutes away from Remi’s house, my phone was ringing again. This time it was Remi. “Tunde, good morning. Please I will like to see you this evening. I’ll send the location to you via text if it’s okay by you” she said. I told her there would be no problem and I was even on my way to her house. “Why….what for?”, Remi asked in shock. She was about to start complaining about the implication of me being in her house while her husband is around when I cut in, “don’t be scared sweetie, your husband just happens to be my client. We met yesterday and I dropped him off at home just before my encounter with you and Gina”, but Remi still felt uncomfortable in her voice.

I got to the gate and Mr Barry was standing right there. Remi came out of the gate just as I was about zooming off. Our eyes met and I greeted her, “good morning madam” to which she responded casually like I was nothing but a fucking Lagos taxi driver. She then leaned into the car as she asked Mr Barry not to forget to credit her bank account as she will be using the money in a few hours time. She pecked him on the cheek and wiggled her sexy waist back into the gate. I wasn’t my usual chatty self because I had a lot going on in my mind. Thoughts of the previous day, Gina’s ass, Remi’s insatiable appetite for my cock and her husband Mr Barry sitting right here in my car clueless that his beautiful wife will be hosting my cock later in the day.

We soon got to a very fancy hospital in Ikeja where Mr Barry had an appointment with his doctor. I was in the car alone and waiting for him when I got a text message from Remi saying, “where r u guys…can u talk?”. I instantly called Remi and told her her hubby just went inside the hospital and I’m waiting in the car. Remi and I chatted over the phone for several minutes until I spotted Mr Barry coming out of the hospital in company of some lady in white overall with a stethoscope hanging around her neck. That must be the doctor I guessed. Mr Barry entered the car as I said goodbye to Remi on the phone. Mr Barry gave me a very mean look in the car. It was as though he heard all my phone conversation with Remi. I quickly asked, “Is everything okay sir?” to which Mr Barry responded, “I’m fine, just take me home”. I was gonna ask why he’s going home so soon but the horrendous look on his face won’t let me as I ignited my car and zoomed off.

It was a long drive to the Barrys’ home as we were both unusually quiet in the car. The doctor must have told Mr Barry his premature ejaculation case is quite hopeless or that there’s been no significant improvement in his condition. Mr Barry made a very short call and all I could hear was, “I will send the money to you now”, then he turned to me and asked me to pull over at the nearest ATM. He alighted and while he was at the machine, I called Remi to tell her Mr Barry was at the ATM. She immediately asked me to send her my bank details which I did. Mr Barry returned after his transaction and we drove to his house. I dropped him off and he overpaid me as usual.

I was out scouting for other clients when I got two message alerts on my phone. First was a bank alert from Remi Barry for fifty thousand Naira while the second was a text message from Remi saying, “hey handsome, I’m sure you got a bank alert by now. There’s more to come but meet me by 5pm at Room 101, Skylight hotel and suites”. I quickly returned the message, “Thanks sweetheart, I won’t disappoint. Can’t wait to see you this evening.” I was all smiles as I drove in search of a new passenger. I determined I must give Remi the very best of my shaft that evening.

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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