By Emdee David
I drove to a gas station one evening to top up. The queue was long but moving. The attendant was smart and fast. The way she put and removed the nozzle from the car tank reminded me of the last doggie I had some time ago on a staircase. I was so glued to the nuzzle that I missed the size of her butts. God! How could one being have all this? The attendants seemed friendly, as I noticed they smiled at every customer.
It got to my turn; she smiled at me too. Her gap tooth was something else. I spent a moment thinking of kissing her passionately, sucking air through the opening between her teeth. Her gum was chocolate brown, and I loved it. I was carried away, looking when she called my attention.
“How much, sir?” she asked.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Aret. How much fuel, sir?”
“N10,000. You look beautiful.”
She smiled, looking away.
“I mean it,” he added. Aret was still looking away, but managed to say, “Thank you, sir.
“Fine girl.”
Aret looked at me and smiled.
“You go give me your number o,”
“No, sir.”
“That one na lie o,”
“Sir, are you paying cash or with an ATM card?”
“Cash,” I watched as she returned the nuzzle to the pump handle. I almost had an erection. Watching her backside, I noticed, perhaps for the first time, that Aret had a protruding hip that her body structure made tantalizing, even though her big tummy made the massive hip obscure. But for people with “good eyes,” like me, it wasn’t hard for me to discover. A good gym routine or slim tea would bring out the hourglass shape in her. I decided I would advise her; this was why I should have her number. She needed to know how to bring out what she got.
I brought out the cash and counted it. Aret was waiting, making a face for me to hurry up, as the third car away from me was already honking in anger. I was taking too much of their time, I know. But they all have to wait; they have no choice. I carefully counted the money and inserted a piece of paper among the cash. I smiled and handed the money to her. She saw the piece of paper, observed it and looked at me.
“That’s my WhatsApp number, chat me,” I said and turned on the engine, gave her a parting smile and drove off. Behind me, the car next to me made a fuss, cursed, but I didn’t care. I even gave the driver, a woman, the middle finger. She didn’t have the opportunity to curse me back because I vanished, smiling to myself. Then I started thinking, why did I behave so? Was it to impress a fuel attendant or to annoy a fellow customer who did nothing wrong? Somehow, I felt ashamed and wished I could go back to apologize. I thought that was the right thing to do.
But, wouldn’t they think I came back because of Aret? Because I made it so obvious that I was interested in her, all eyes were on me, especially that woman behind me. She seemed to have been frowning her face while looking at me, and I knew it wasn’t just because of the delay, but because I was talking to a girl. I wonder if Aret would ever call or chat as I requested. Anyway, I unconsciously forgot about her for that moment, and I was sure I was just one of those numerous toasters they see every day and never take seriously. I didn’t care.
That same day, sorry, night, I went home with the bar attendant I’d collected her number three weeks ago. She was so sweet the whole night until in the morning, when she told me her birthday was coming up and asked me to donate towards it. Like, we just had a night together, and I was already going to be a partial sponsor of your failed one-year anniversary? What had she achieved in the past year that’s worth celebrating? What do girls take men for? Clearly, she wasn’t my girlfriend. Her big boobs attracted me, and I thought she actually assumed I had so much money to spare. Or she wanted me for keep? Because the speed with which she gave me her number was questionable. I guess I was also quick to respond after I watched her provocative videos and occasional inspirational WhatsApp statuses.
Well, it didn’t go well after that morning because I told her that whatever I had before that day, I would send to her. It wasn’t what she expected. She was upset, I knew, but she still accepted the N20k I transferred to her account. I had planned to give her 10k, because I felt it was just a midnight to early morning parole, but after her complaint, I doubled it. She left that morning without saying goodbye. I guess she was expecting N50k and above.
Her performance that night was worth it, though, but I didn’t think starting with such amount was a good idea. She might continue to expect that sum anytime we met. And I was rather planning to have her subsequently for free while I proclaim love and affection that my heart knew nothing about.
A few days later, about a week or so, Aret chatted with me on WhatsApp, introducing herself as the Fuel Station girl who attended to me that day. I remembered her instantly but pretended I didn’t. I asked her who gave her my number, and she explained further, detailing almost everything that happened that day, and that I actually gave her my number on a piece of paper.
Then I pretended I now remembered. I said, “Wow, Aret with the big hips.” She giggled and said, “yessss!” So, she knew. We kept chatting. She told me more about herself as she also wanted to know more about me. I told her we should hang out someday. We chose the following day, which was Friday, after work. She would be off on Saturday, so she was ready to catch some fun that weekend.
On that Friday, she came in a pink short gown. Her hips were actually bigger than I had thought. We sat at OJEZ Bar & Restaurant inside the National Stadium, Surulere. The abandoned sports facility had become pepper soup and beer joints. Some people use it as a pre-clubbing venue where they can get high on cheap beer and BBQ. Some even end up not going to the club from there.
We discussed how her day went over a pot of catfish pepper soup. I was having a Trophy beer while she took Desperado. She enjoyed the jokes and seemed so relaxed. I asked her about her love life, her boyfriend, etc. She told me she just broke up with her boyfriend, fiancé actually. I asked her why…. When she started talking, one shabby-looking upcoming artiste was given the microphone to sing or entertain the audience. He ended up singing only for himself and one family member who came with him.
After thirty seconds, his song, which he thought was music, was actually noise and annoying. He was screaming excitedly while people were cheering mockingly. My annoyance was that I couldn’t hear clearly what Aret was saying. But I got the main gist. Her fiancé cheated, and she had been heartbroken. She wanted to ease off, that’s why she called me. I am ready. I could mend her broken heart. She drank another bottle of Desperado, and I became desperate to see her pants. I lured her out of that place, using the noise as an excuse.
We went to another lounge on Bode Thomas Street and found a cozy VIP place to sit. She continued talking and drinking. We both didn’t know how our hands rested on each other’s chest, but the good feeling was mutual. I asked her if we should go clubbing, and she suggested we get a room so we could relax after that. I got a room somewhere around Adeniran Ogunsanya Road. She went into the bathroom to shower and change. She came back naked, standing in front of the bathroom door, smiling, free and relaxed. I thought to shower too, though I had nothing to changed to.
Facing her, I asked if she was okay. She smiled and nodded. Her gap tooth showed, and I loved it. She held my hands aimlessly. I couldn’t shower again. I hugged her, kissed her forehead and headed towards the bathroom. She held me back. I knew what she wanted. I gave it to her right there. We moved to the bed, and for the next one hour, we were copulating. She climaxed before I did. I wanted more, but she was tired and weak; then she fell asleep on the bed. I had my bath and joined her. No clubbing, no outing.
We just slept holding each other like the couple we were not.
