RUNS GIRLS...Episode 7,8 & 9 - DFactual

RUNS GIRLS…Episode 7,8 & 9

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Episode 7

I was at Hilly Zander guest house by 7 o’clock pm on the dot.

I went straight to the receptionist who wasted no time in identifying me.

“Cindy right?” She asked beaming her professional smile at me.

“Yea Cindy,” I replied.

Cindy was my business name. Stella had taught me that business life was different from personal life so we used different names for business.

Just like actors who answered different names on stage, we answered different names in business.

Stella’s business name was Kittana just as mine was Cindy.

But that’s by the way…

“Room 330,” the receptionist directed pointing down the hall.

“Thanks a lot,” I replied and followed her direction.

I got to the room with 330 written on top and knocked.

“Come in,” a deep voice responded.

I swung the lock open and went in. The receptionist didn’t make any mistake in her description. The man from his appearance was indeed a very important personality.

He wore this big abada like clothe that most of our top Hausa politicians liked wearing with a cap to match.

He was dark in complexion with a medium sized pot belly. He had tribal marks on both sides of his cheek.

“Hi beautiful, what’s your name?” He asked as soon as I entered.

“Cindy,” I replied smartly.

“I’m Alhaji Senator Jubril Ahmed,” he said looking at me. ” I just arrived few hours ago for a convention.”

“You’re highly welcome to our state sir,” I replied with my business smile playing on my lips.

“You’re such a beautiful lady wahali,” he complimented.

“Thank you sir,” I replied. “I’m here to make you happy sir.”

“Please address me as Jubril dear. Let’s not sound too official,” he suggested.

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“Ok sir. Oh sorry Jubril,” I corrected.

“No problem,” he replied.

There are personalities you will see and you won’t know when sir starts pouring from your mouth.

Alhaji Senator Jubril Ahmed was one of such personalities.

I started the evening for him with a strip dance.

The Alhaji went crazy as he watched my waist whine slowly to the rhythm of the song playing on the telly and at the same time slowly took of my clothes.

My top was the first to go revealing my pawpaw shaped b00bs sake for my bra.

Then my skirt followed revealing the super hot g-string undie I wore inside.

By the time my bra and g-string was gone, Alhaji already had a visible bulge showing on his trousers.

Without wasting time, he removed the abada and trouser and stood completely naked before me…

Episode 8

His uncircumsized phallus was as long as that of a horse, if not longer, and I wondered within myself if he would be able to penetrate me.

The phallus stood erect pointing menacingly towards me.

I was still staring at the Alhaji’s long phallus when he suddenly grabbed me and yanked me onto the bed.

My heart instantly flew into my chest.

I had heard lots of stories about ladies who died in the course of this business and I never imagined such fate for myself.

“Please take it easy sir,” I begged squeezing my face.

I guess the sight of my nude body must have charged him beyond control.

“Come here!” He commanded forcing my two legs apart.

I hesitated but gave way as I noticed the aggression accompanying his lust.

I felt sharp pain hit my tummy as he roughly penetrated me. The Alhaji wasn’t romantic at all.

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Wam bam wam bam, he rocked back and forth like a bull without control striking the mouth of my womb with reckless abandon.

He continued like this for over one hour before he started groaning in ecstasy as he ejaculated his load inside me.

Then he rolled off and lay on the bed panting.

“Wahali you sweet die,” he said to me fondling my b00bs.

I didn’t respond as I lay still in pain.

I felt cramping pain all over my pelvic region and down my legs.

All through the night, Alhaji f.u.c.k.e.d me mercilessly in every position imaginable.

I couldn’t tell where he got his energy from.

Who knows, he must have taken viagra before coming to the hotel.

He finally slept off around 3am in the morning. By that time I was totally exhausted and almost giving up.

I felt peppery sensation all over my p—y area but endured it after-all my 450k patiently waited for me.

But then something very terrifying happened.

Alhaji was lying dead beside me on the bed by the time I woke up the next morning…

Episode 9

I jumped out of the bed with all the strength my legs could muster and stared at Alhaji’s lifeless body.

Fear gripped me as I didn’t know what to do.

Alhaji lay still on the bed with a sombre expression on his face like he was sleeping.

The aphrodisiac he had taken to enhance his performance must have caused him a heart attack but then who would believe me?

I wasn’t a doctor and had no background knowledge in medicine but then common sense was enough for me to reach my conclusion.

The reality and fear surrounding the fact that the hotel management could charge me for murder added to my trepidation.

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I had to act fast and smart.

With trembling limbs, I hurriedly wore my clothes, ran into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, put on light make up and opened the door to leave but on second thought, I decided to delay for sometime before leaving.

I didn’t want the receptionist to suspect that anything was amiss.

I left the room five minutes later and headed to the receptionists desk to receive the payment for my service.

“How is Alhaji?” The lady-receptionist asked beaming her professional smile at me.

“Alhaji is fine o,” I replied struggling to hide my anxiety. “He’s still sleeping.”

“Hope everything is alright?” She asked looking suspiciously at me.

“Sure,” I replied with an anxious smile on my lips. “I came to collect my payment.”

The receptionist opened a drawer in front of her seat and retrieved some bundles of Naira notes.

She handed 3bundles to me and announced: “that’s 250k.”

“I thought you said the job was 450k?” I asked looking perplexed.

“Yea,” she replied. “The hotel management is entitled to 200k while you take 250.”

I wasn’t in the mood to argue so I took the 250k she gave me and zoomed out of the hotel as fast as my legs could carry me before Alhaji’s lifeless body was discovered…

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