A Mirage (Part 4)

I quickly picked up my phone and dialed Ladi, my childhood friend .We were like family. He was the brother I never had. When I was done with
the narration, he said “Babe you fall my hand o, how could that guy have just
swept you off your feet like that? You are usually very guarded. Imagine, a
whole you! Let’s treat his mess up. I have a friend who is about 10 minutes away
from you. He will locate you and do as we have planned”.
I heard the sound of feet approaching the door. He was back. I tried not to look
flustered. He apologized and said it was a false alarm. He kissed me tenderly and
whispered sweet nothings into my ear. He suggested that we go into an inner room
that was hidden by a life-sized painting. I resisted and said I was not comfortable
and that I’d rather we go to my room instead. For a split second I saw a strange
look in his eyes and he said he had to go to the Gents. He took his time coming
back.


We took the lift to my floor while he insisted on holding my bag and hand at the
same time. When we got inside, he turned on the mood lights, switched on the TV
and put it on the music channel , which coincidentally was playing soft slow
romantic jams. It was all perfect. I started to turn over what the Hausa Lady had
said in my mind. The touching started and at the point when the tugging started at
the clothing, I begged to freshen up in the ladies. He started to undress as I left.
I almost screamed as I opened the door. There was a strange man in the bathroom!
He had a note in his hand and signaled to me to hush up. The note read “I am from
Ladi. You are in danger! I had to quickly hide in here. While I was waiting for you,
someone came in here and placed a camera opposite your bed”. I nodded. He
scribbled quickly “I have removed it and placed my own. Cough when you want
me to come out”.


I came out smiling, wearing just my underwear. I was careful to keep my back to
the camera even though I couldn’t see where it was.

Hamza said, “Are you shy my Angel? Take everything off and come and lie beside me on the bed.”
Me: I will my darling, but I want you to start me up. I get turned on when my man
does a dirty dance for me. ”Tell me what you want me to do” ,he said.
Me: “It’s easy, just pretend you are a stripper and touch yourself”. He smiled again
and said he loved kinky women. He started to touch himself like a real pro. I urged
him to go on for another few minutes then I started coughing really hard and loud.
Ladi’s friend jumped out of the bathroom with a service pistol in one hand and a
crowbar in the other.
Hamza shouted “What is this?” “What is what?” Ladi’s friend replied, “I am
your worst nightmare. Don’t stop, keep on with the show because if you don’t, the
video of you playing stripper will be all over the internet in seconds”. Hamza
looked at me I stared back. He laughed crazily and said to me “Are you mad?
What is this?”


Ladi’s friend took over the show, “Now tell me why you had someone come in
here and put a camera opposite the bed?” Hamza made a dash for the door but it
was locked. I later learned that my saviour’s name was Tochukwu. He was faster
than Hamza and pointed the gun to his head and asked him to get his phone and
unlock it and hand it over to him. I was given the phone to scroll through the
pictures and videos while Tochukwu gave him a world class interview ‘Amanpour
style’. “Why do you do this?” Hamza looked away and said it was business.
Women always fell prey to him because of his charm and looks and that he would
woo them, drug them, sleep with them, record the act and blackmail them
thereafter. He confessed that he usually picked well-off women at parties and
public places and that the payoff ,was never less than a million Naira. I almost
vomited seeing so many women’s videos and photos. He even had the nerve to
name the photos. I didn’t know when I walked up to him and slapped him twice.

The End

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