Guys, Beware Of Sexy Franca!
He saw her by the side of the busy Ademola Adetokumbo Crescent, waiting for a cab or a lift.
He had left a meeting at Valencia Hotel to dash back to the office. The boss wanted to see him.
Then he saw her. The urgency to return to the office filtered away like a puff of smoke.
Tor could spot a lady from miles away. Especially the vivaciously and shapely beauties.
A slender waist, whistling down from her bust, as smooth as water from a waterfall. The bends of her hips, so voluptuous as if it had been carved by the Creator who sculpted out of care and feel just like a potter sculpts a vessel from raw clay.
The bends of her hips and the fullness of her bosom, reminiscent of the idea of perfection. Her shape, infused with a hint of cocoa skin colour was enough to give ‘cifia’ pains to passersby.
It caused Tor’s heart to skip a few beats. He reversed. Pulled by her side. Rolled down his window.
The lady looked scared. He winked at her, gave a lecherous smile. “A fine girl like you shouldn’t be standing in the sun,” he said. “Where are you going, let me drop you there.”
She then smiled at him. Entered his car. “Your car is very beautiful”. Tor smiled. He adjusted the air conditioner. Set it well. Twerked his bushy beard. “Thank you. It’s one of many. So where are you going?”
“To see a friend at Kado,” she replied. “You can drop me around Wuse Market, I will take a cab.”
Tor smiled. “Cab, no oh. I will get an Uber to take you there.”
In her head she began to calculate. The man is young and looks wealthy. One of many cars? Franca, you need to play this game well.
She sat back. Splayed her thighs. Allowed her skirt to ride up her thighs. Started to roll them together gently. That always worked.
Tor licked his lips. This was cream. Better Irish cream. “I could buy you lunch” he offered.
She smiled. Skirt rode up again. More leg shaking. “That’s OK sir” she replied.
To Zanzibar Abuja. She ordered well. He ordered small. She ate well. He ate small. Paid the bill. He gave her another lecherous grin. In his mind he was going to get to second base.
Leaving the place, they held hands. He even brushed against her gently.
Tor’s head was full of ideas.
“Do you mind me stopping in a hotel to see a friend?” he asked.
She smiled. “I am not a kid. What do you want. Come out and say it clearly.”
Tor’s heart jumped. The cat had caught a rat. A fat, juicy one. “Since we are no more kids, you understand, is it OK?”
She looked at him. “You will drop me in Kado after ba? He nodded like an Agama. He was drooling.
He volunteered. “I know a guest house in Garki. Should we go there?” She nodded. Game on!
He drove there with the speed of James Bond. She told him to go book the room while she waited. He wanted to shut down the engine.
“Please leave it on,” she pleaded. She smiled suggestively. “I need the AC.”
He went in. Made arrangements. Took him a while. He came out. Car and lady were gone.
He ran to the security post. The security said she drove out.
His heart beat tripled. He felt faint.
In the car were his official laptop, some vital documents and N5 million cash he had withdrawn from the bank for his boss.
The car was found 5 days later somewhere near Apo mechanic site. Engine was removed. Ditto for tires and lamps. Caracas left by the roadside.
Franca worked with a gang. That’s how they rolled.
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