AT THE OFFICE…
One large desk partitioned into four work spaces.
CHICHI, late 30’s, at her work space, fingers thumping letters and numbers on the keyboard. She has short, curly hair and a curvy body. The hem of her tight dress rides up her thick thighs.
Her colleague, JIDE, 30’s, checks his phone. He grunts in annoyance, gets up and leaves without a word.
Chichi raises her head slightly to check on the rest of her colleagues – there’s only one other person left in the office, and she’s taking a nap.
Chichi stops typing. She opens a new tab on her browser and accesses a book-marked web-page: an erotic stories blog.
Soon enough, she’s engrossed in one of the stories. Her hand caresses her thigh absentmindedly.
IN THE HALLWAY…
Chichi exits her office. She prances to the end of the hallway, her fat ass rolling, quaking, her heels click-clocking. She leans against the wall, places her phone to her ear, and listens to it ring.
Emeka’s voice answers:
Hey… Chichi. Did you block your number?
Emi, what’s wrong?
I don’t know what you mean.
We haven’t seen in a month. Is something wrong?
Nothing’s wrong. I told you, I’ve been busy.
Too busy to see your own girlfriend?
It’s not like that.
I miss you, nau. Why are you doing this to me?
I’m not doing anything to you. Don’t be a nag. It’s not attractive.
I’m nagging? You’re avoiding me and I’m telling you about it. That’s not nagging.
Are you going to be free today?
I’m not sure. I think I’ll be working late. I’ll probably be tired once I get home.
Can you at least call me to let me know if you’re going to be free?
Emeka hangs up before she can get another word out. She glares at her phone.
BY THE ROAD, AT NIGHT…
Chichi stands by the roadside, waiting for a bus. The bus stop is getting crowded by the minute.
A gentle rumble in the sky. The wind picks up.
Chichi looks up. Groans. It’s going to rain.
A bus rolls through.
She dashes for it, struggling with other passengers to get in.
AT A JUNCTION, STILL NIGHT…
Heavy downpour. Lightening sears the sky. The accompanying thunder shakes the earth.
Chichi has a scarf around her head. She jogs along, in search of shelter.
OUTSIDE RAMSHACKLE SHACK…
Chichi makes it to the only house in the vicinity. She bangs on the door. It opens. She jumps in.
INSIDE RAMSHACKLE SHACK…
A thin woman stands by the door, staring in shock at Chichi who looks like a drowned rat.
I’m sorry. Please. The rain…
The woman shows some sympathy through a smile.
Stay. When the rain finish, you go commot.
Thank you, ma.
Chichi sits by the window, shivering, listening to the violent rain. She stares at her watch – it’s been an hour.
She retrieves her phone from her bag. It’s dead. Hopefully, not damaged from the rain.
Na wa for this rain. What kind of rubbish is this.
The shack owner comes to her.
You go commot your clot, make I hang am. Cold go kill you.
No, ma, I’m fine, thank you.
Her shivering gets worse.
Cold go kill you o. I get bed for there. Cover yourself. When the rain finish, I go call you. Commot your clot.
Chichi relents. The last thing she needs is a cold to keep her off work, not in this economy. She takes off her dress, hands it over to the shack owner. She gets into the makeshift bed, covers herself with a wrapper. The warmth it brings spreads a grateful smile across her face.
MANY MORE MOMENTS LATER…
A crackling thunder wakes Chichi up. She sees a man in the room. He’s muttering to himself.
Where this woman dey again?
His speech is slurred. He’s drunk.
Chichi leans to check the small room. There’s no one else around. She doesn’t like it.
So, he’s the shack owner’s husband? Good. That makes things a little better. Still…
She lies back.
The stranger draws out a potty chair. He unzips his trouser.
Chichi is shocked at what he’s about to do. She nearly screams at him to go outside in the rain and handle his business.
He pulls out what is possibly the biggest, fattest dick she’s ever seen, and urinates into the potty.
Chichi blinks at the thick meat he’s holding, like it’s some kind of alien artefact. He’s this big and he’s not even erect!
He finishes. Tucks his dick in. Turns.
Chichi shuts her eyes. The last thing she needs is him catching her staring.
The stranger gets rid of his trousers. He shuffles to the bed.
Madam, you no go give me food?
Can’t he see her face? Does she look remotely like his wife?
She doesn’t respond.
Chichi makes up her mind to answer him if he mistakes her for his wife again.
He doesn’t. Instead, he climbs the bed and lies at the other side.
Now, Chichi is worried. Maybe it’s time to leave. She wonders where her clothes are. Must be somewhere around here.
The stranger throws a lazy arm across Chichi. He snuggles up to her, his crotch on her ass.
Chichi stiffens. The urge to jump off the bed and scream is very strong.
You no dey take care of me. Every time, I go beg you for food.
He still thinks she’s his wife. Man, how drunk is he?
Chichi shifts, attempting to get off the bed. He hugs her tighter, pushes his crotch harder against her. Suddenly, he’s erect.
Her eyes widen. What the fuck!
Even to fuck, you no go allow me fuck. I go beg you tire. You no go gree make I fuck.
Oga, I’m not your wife.
The stranger grinds his dick on her. His hand goes for her bra, slips in and squeezes her breast.
Chichi grabs his hand. He pinches her nipple. She groans. Pushes his hand off.
Stop! I’m not your wife.
She should probably get up now. What is she waiting for?
His hand delves down into her panties. His finger begins to work on her clit.
Chichi gasps! Lord in heaven, what is this man doing!? She grabs his wrist.
Make I just fuck you small this night, abeg. Cold dey catch bodi.
His other arm snakes under her body. He drags her other breast out of the bra-cup and kneads.
Maybe it’s because Emeka hasn’t touched her in months, or those damn erotic stories she’s been reading to satiate her thirst for sex – maybe that’s why she isn’t putting up much of a fight.
He kisses her neck. She catches a strong whiff of the alcohol in his breath.
He tugs her nipple, rubs her clit, fingers her pussy, grinds his big dick on her ass.
She grinds back, moaning.
Oga… Please, I’m not your wife…
His dick is out and wedged between her thighs. As he grinds, it rubs against her pussy lips, coaxing it to dampen even more.
Chichi moans, bites down on the mattress. This is all too much for her.
But, for God’s sake, she shouldn’t be doing this with a complete stranger, and a married stranger at that, whose wife could walk in any second. Where the hell is that woman anyway?
The stranger spreads her fat butt cheeks, exposing her soaked pussy. He pokes it with the knob-ish head of his cock a couple times, then drives in.
A thunder clap drowns out Chichi’s loud moan. Her pussy convulses around the man’s thick shaft.
Halfway in, he withdraws, then shoots back in, burying his entire shaft inside her.
Chichi damn near faints.
Gripping her ass cheek, the stranger pumps like an experienced sex athlete.
Chichi can do nothing but writhe, moan and cum on his dick.
Make I fuck you?
What kind of question is that? Is he still so high he doesn’t realise what’s going on?
Oga, fuck me!
I go fuck you! I go fuck your pussy finish!
He forces her to kneel, face down. Clutches her waist. Pounds her ass.
A while later, he pulls out of her. She collapses on the bed. Her pussy lets out a small squirt. She pants.
He turns her around. Slaps his big dick on her pussy. He grabs one of her breasts, stares at her face, and–
You no be my wife.
Oga, I’ve been trying to tell you since.
He shrugs, dismissing this new revelation, and impales her pussy with his dick. He spreads her thighs, holds them down, and stares at his dick as he fucks her slowly.
Oh, my god!
Chichi claws his chest.
He moves faster. Leans down and captures her nipple in his mouth.
She hugs him, clings to his shoulders.
He switches to her other breast.
Oh, god, fuck me!
He kisses her passionately. She doesn’t mind the strong taste of alcohol in his mouth.
He growls, buries his face in her shoulder, and hammers her pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
Chichi doesn’t hold back her shrill moans. She doesn’t care if his wife and the rest of the world hears.
They’re both speaking incoherent languages when the stranger explodes.
He uses his last ounce of strength to hoist himself off Chichi and immediately falls asleep, snoring.
Chich keeps her legs open. She uses the wrapper to fan her burning pussy.
My god… My pussy…
AND MOMENTS LATER…
The rain has settled to a light drizzle.
Chichi puts on her bra, her panties then her damp dress. She goes to the door. Pauses… She stares longingly at the sleeping stranger.
OUTSIDE THE RAMSHACKLE SHACK…
Chichi shuts the door. She turns and walks right into the shack owner.
She glances back at the house, agitated.
I think your husband is sleeping.
She tries to hurry off.
The shack owner blocks her path.
Chichi is frightened. The woman must have overheard them fucking. What to do now?
The shack owner doesn’t look pissed though. She hands Chichi an umbrella.
My husband. The man too dey fuck. Every time, fuck. Morning, fuck. Afternoon, fuck. Night, fuck. I don tire.
As you don fuck am now, em body go calm down small. He go free me for like two weeks. Me, I go don strong by then. Thank you. God bless you, my sister.
Chichi opens her mouth to respond. No words come out. Quietly, she collects the umbrella and journeys on home.
What a day it’s been. What a day.