THE HOTNESS OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER FOUR

JULIET

I felt really tired as I tried to open my eyes, and behold there we were in a location surrounded by bush and as usual, I had no idea of the location. I was further brought back to life when the car’s fire extinguisher suddenly hit my leg where I was sitting. I woke up to find Jide really surprised at seeing me awake.
“You are awake!” He said as he continued speeding. The road was very familiar and I could see vehicles speedily passing by us and our vehicle also passing by some others. The tone of his voice set my nerves on fire and the desperation to escape came all over me, this time, burning fiercely I myself could no longer stand it. And like an answered prayer, there was a sudden loud sound from our car and instantly the car came to a pause as Jide struggled to park it just some meters away from the asejire’s dam. Immediately he parked, I could clearly hear the sound of the running water.
“You remain here no matter what!” He commanded as he stepped outside the car to see what has gone wrong which definitely was a Tyre that got burst. A perfect time to escape, I thought to myself.
“Damn it!” he screamed from outside. He went to the back of the vehicle to pick up equipments to fix the problem and I waited till he bent down very well at the wheel beside the passenger’s seat before stepping out from the other end with fire extinguisher in my hand. I knew if I failed at the first attempt of hitting him, I will be doomed for life yet, I still found the risk a worthy one to take. Silently I approached as he was already engrossed with the changing of the wheel. At the point of looking up at me, I gathered every strength in me and hit him really hard on the head, an action that yielded the result I wanted. He instantly went flat on the ground as I continued to hit him on the head. I stopped when I saw blood gushed out of his head, then I was satisfied. I pushed him into the bush and took to my heels.
I ran as fast as my leg could take me in the skintight trousers he got for me some weeks back, the dress he will always force me to wear to further seduce himself and further make love to me. All of those are gradually becoming history.
I kept running and shouting Ile-Ife! And luckily for me, I got a Good Samaritan who parked to be of help. I hopped into the car and a sense of safety came all over me. He was all alone in the car and seeing a wedding ring on his finger gave me more assurance that I was safe.
“Where are you heading” He asked but the question really seemed stupid to me because I was shouting Ile-Ife before he picked me up and now he was asking where I was heading. I was thinking of how to answer him by not being rude when I discovered he was already lusting over me which made me regret ever obeying Jide by putting on this outfit meant only for indoor seduction.  I pulled the top up to further cover my cleavages and large chunk of my breast that was being revealed before I finally opened up to answer him.
“Ile-Ife sir and OAU to be precise” I finally answered him feeling more uncomfortable under his lustful gaze, praying fervently we will not be involved in any form of accident.
“Okay cutie, and please stop using sir for me, just call me Jide” He said and my heart skipped a bit bringing back the memories of my previous action to me boldly. I fought it and focused on the road answering the agbaya I have found myself in the company of.
After some moments of silence and total focus on the journey, he broke the silence again, this time with a more heartbreaking request.
“Common, come give me blow job” I initially pretended like I didn’t hear what he has said but the reality of that question sent my heart panicking. Must everyone bearing the name Jide be heartless and promiscuous? I asked myself as I declined.
“Then, you have to get out of my car” He said. There we go again, blackmailing. I had no option as I was helpless, I did not want to waste my only chance of escaping, after all blow job was the least of sexual adventures I have embarked upon, after much consideration, I succumbed and ask if he will park but he shook his head and I became more scared, like how on earth was that going to be possible and just when I was questioning myself, he dropped one hand from the steering and unzipped his pant trousers revealing his manhood. And that exactly was something all the Jides that I know of have in common – big manhood. I was marveled but did not hesitate to go for it, I bent and started sucking him. He was about moaning when his phone rang suddenly from the stereo it was connected to, without checking the caller, he picked it up and immediately the voice of a woman came up, very sweet and adorable. Haaaaaa! Men are wicked.  It was his wife.
“Darling hope you are safe?” The voice questioned after exchange of pleasantries as I continued with my business on his command.
“Very safe dear, will soon be home, already getting close to OUI gate” He said softly as they rounded up the call with the three magical words – I love you. I just concluded in my mind that there was no true love again and that hell was created not just for the devil but men generally. The blow job was a wet one and after long minutes of continuously worshipping his manhood with my saliva, he came and I felt relived as I returned back to my position.
We both said nothing until we entered the city of Ile-Ife, and to my surprise, the blow job did not satisfy him as he drove into one of the hotels at Ibadan road in Ile-Ife. I already knew what was about to happen and I just played along as there are more lessons for him to learn. Without questioning I followed him into the hotel room, knowing fully well the atrocities we were both about to commit. I was about to cheat on Femi again and he was about to cheat on his lovely wife.
Just for helping me into Ile-Ife, he made me pay in kind, we were done after about three rounds of hot and non-stop sex. He was quiet good on bed but because I was not in the mood, he enjoyed it more than I did. He finally stood up to go and take a shower and without cleaning myself up, I quickly rose to my feet, wore my clothes without my pants and bra as he tore them already immediately we began the sinful adventure. In retaliation, I took his heavy wallet and one of his android phones and made my way out of the room. I did not for once look back as I walked out of the busy hotel.
I found one of the purple men of OAU (bike man) and I boarded it, telling him to take me straight to Moremi hall. Home sweet home.

©ABSOL