Confession time: Lagos Big Girl Narrates How She Had S*x WithHer Landlord (READ)

This piece is an interesting and sizzling
narrative tale by a Lagos girl on her experience
to get a decent accommodation in the
commercial city.

One of the biggest mistakes you can make is to
put your friend up in your flat on a temporary
basis, especially when your place is a bit
crammed.
Bilikis was desperate for a place to stay and
Ann, her childhood friend put her up. But now
Ann’s ‘guest’ had been with her for nine months
instead of the three months she said she would
spend.
Her boyfriend of a couple of years had not only
found someone else, he was getting married and
Bilikis had to go. She was very weepy and
desperate to find a place, that Ann grudgingly
agreed to put her up long enough for her to find
a decent place of her own.
“I never guessed hunting for a flat could be such
a nightmare,” confessed Bilikis. “Every
prospective place the agent showed me was
either too expensive or too pokey. It was really
depressing, where could I get the money to pay
for two years’ rent plus the agent’s charges on
my salary?”
After four months however, Ann’s patience was
wearing thin. Whenever friends visited, Bilikis
was in the living room watching telly. She didn’t
have the decency to respect Ann’s privacy by
leaving the parlour that in the end Ann had to
ask her to go to her room if she wanted to
watch the box especially when friends had one
interesting topic or the other to discuss.
Bilikis would leave in a huff but she had little say
on the freedom she was allowed—the house was
not hers to do as she pleased with.
Ann was on the verge of physically throwing her
out when Bilikis found a one-bedroom flat in a
choice place in town.
Below is how she narrated her story:-
“The place I’m moving into is a brand new
house and the boys’ quarters is the one-
bedroom flat. When the agent showed me the
place and how much it would cost, I shook
my head sadly. As luck would have it, the
landlord came on an inspection. The agent
told him what I wanted; then I realised I’d met
him once at a friend’s flat.
“He invited me to lunch so we could talk
about the flat and I agreed. As we ate, his
frog eyes ran me up and down, they flickered
with excitement as they rested on my ample
boobs, a bit of saliva caught between his
puffy lips. I knew instantly what he wanted.
“I was disgusted. I felt my insides turned. Did
he think I would stoop so low as to sleep
with him because I wanted his silly flat? ‘The
place will be ready soon,’ he said as we left
the restaurant. ‘Here’s my card. Give me a
call, I’ll see what I can do to help you … ‘ And
as the days went past, the flat was in my
head—the cute bedroom, small but nice
parlour and its self-contained conveniences.
“I found myself toying with the idea of calling
the landlord and instantly made up my mind
the day Ann and her husband spelt it out. I
had till the end of the month to leave. I
couldn’t blame them really—three months had
spread into nine. I found myself calling the
landlord and agreeing to meet him.
“As repulsive as I found him, somehow I
found myself putting on a tight skirt and
leaving the top few buttons of my blouse
undone. When I got to his office, I was
shocked at what I saw. As the secretary
ushered me in with a knowing look, there was
this imposing couch in his expansive office.
How many ‘businesses’ had he executed
here? ‘So glad you could make it,’ he said,
drooling at my figure. As he clasped my hand
in a hand shake, he managed to brush my
boobs. Did I want anything to eat? I said no,
just to discuss the lease of the flat.
“He opened one of the drawers on his desk
and gave me the lease—all payments made.
“lt was now up to me. He obviously wanted
me so badly. Surely sleeping with him now
and then would be worth it? The creep I had
lived with for two years had no qualms about
throwing me over for another woman. Why
can’t I benefit from this cut and dried
business proposal? I thanked him, accepted
his offer to help myself to a drink from the
Fridge in his office.
“I opened the fridge then, deliberately bent
down with my back to him. My skirt rode up
and I felt him rush over to where I was, his
grubby hands caressing my bum. Quickly, he
turned me around to face him, kissing me
hard on the lips. ‘Think about the flat, ‘I kept
on telling myself as he lowered me to the
couch. ‘You’re gorgeous,’ he panted after
making sure the door was firmly locked. Then
he quickly undressed and made a grab for my
knickers!
“It was a relief the s*x was mercifully quick.
He looked so pleased with himself afterwards.
‘You’re a very lucky girl,’ he said later ‘so
many people wanted the flat as a sort of
guest house.’ Lucky? Maybe, especially when
I got to Ann’s and discovered she still had
that hostile look she gave me any time I came
in. I showed her the lease to the flat and her
attitude changed. I apologised for overstaying
and when I moved she actually gave me some
stuff to take with me.
“The flat is taking shape and guess who paid
for the bed? He’s so obvious it is disgusting.
But he never forces himself on me. He’s a
busy man, comes maybe once in two weeks
for his quickie. It would have been a
nightmare if he were one of these men who
go on and on. And the flat is lovely, especially
now I’ve done it up a bit… I’ll soon ask you
and Ann to visit. I’m not proud of how I got
the flat, mind you, but I keep telling myself
that all lovely things come at a price…”