sexy evening gowns

EPISODE 32. Ronke made it through the flight of
stairs that was threatening to be her undoing.
The elevator in this damned hotel decided to fail
the very day she had a reason. She cursed the
stupid intuition that had made her put on this 6
inches high-heeled shoes. The long weavon she
had on her head caressed her back as she
ascended the stairs. She had on a tube gown
which naturally should be a top. The wine
coloured tube gown started just from the top of
her b----t to a few inches away from her bums.
She had drawn lots of stares as she entered the
hotel and she hadn’t paid them any heed, except
of course, those who seemed to have their
pockets full. She reached Room 207 and opened
without knocking. “Hello sexy” Chief Rammon
breathed, taking in every line in her body. Ronke
did not give any response; instead, she sat
forcefully on the bed, pulling out the shoes
before they did any real damage. “Chief, I have
told you times without number that I don’t like
meeting you in a hotel. Don’t you like my
house?” she spread her arms, disgusted,
adjusting her hair and massaging her feet. She
had to endure pigs like the pot-bellied fat ugly
fool standing in front of her salivating just
because she wanted to keep her finances in the
balance. She had become a s-x addict and now,
it has become her business but she would rather
restrict it to young men of her age but finding
loaded young men these days seem to be a
tedious task. Old men however were all over the
place, looking for people to spend their money
on only for a couple of minutes’ pleasure. “I am
sorry my goddess. Let’s leave that for now,
yeah?” he said rubbing Ronke’s laps. Ronke felt
the urge to throw up as she stared at the
despicable man. She considered standing up and
just walking away but she re- evaluated the
money she would be receiving: two hundred
thousand Naira. She nodded internally. She
couldn’t just throw away such amount of money.
It would fill a space, help her fill up her sitting
room bar and also get some of the tempting
clothes she had seen two days ago. She
promised herself that this would be the last time
she does this. The five million naira on the way
should be able to help her set up a supermarket
and live a perfect life. ********** **********
Kelvin opened his eyes weakly. All the images
before him danced gaily as he struggled to keep
his eyes open. The first thing that finally came
into full view was the sparkling white wall
overhead. His throat felt thick, like he hadn’t
used it for days and he felt boneless and weak.
He painfully turned his stiff neck and what he
saw made him know that he was actually in a
hospital. What the hell was he doing in a
hospital? He lifted one of his arms and saw the
needle inserted which supplied drip. The door
opened and a nurse entered. Immediately she
saw his movement, her strides quickened. “Oh…
you are awake, thank God” she sighed. “How are
you feeling sir?” Kelvin stared at the face of the
nurse, deciding that she is too pretty to resign
herself to cleaning blood and inserting injections
into various colour of buttocks. Her light-
complexioned skin glowed under the white
uniform gown she had on. The braid she made
was packed neatly behind, leaving her stunning;
more stunning that the regular mean-looking
witch nurses he was used to seeing. The sigh of
relief took his gaze to her lips and he continued
to stare at them, not really knowing what to
think. “Sir” Nurse Catherine called, jacking him
out of his reverie. “I said; how are you feeling?”
He breathed, remembering that he was actually
in a hospital and that he had no idea how he
landed here. He closed his eyes painfully. For a
sick man, he should not be fantasizing about a
nurse; he cursed his stupidity. “I feel weak” he
croaked out. Is that my voice? He wondered.
“How did I get here?” he asked. “You were hit by
a car. Relax, let me get the doctor” she said and
was out of the room in a flash. Kelvin found
himself staring at her departing figure, hoping
that her back was as good as her front. He
cursed himself for the second time. He could not
remember anything about being hit by a car or
anything related to it. The only thing in his brain
was white room, electronic gadgets beeping and
a stunning nurse. Kelvin mentally shook his
head. His life is already in ruins. He wanted to
stand up and leave this bed that made him feel
like it was part of his body but the drip in his
hand would be interrupted; he didn’t even think
that he would be able to stand without falling. A
doctor and the pretty nurse came into the room
and the doctor towered over him with a faint
smile. “I am happy you have finally come around
sir” he said immediately, checking his hand,
eyes and the drip. He said a few things to the
nurse who jotted down, displaying her slim
fingers. ‘Get a hold of yourself idiot’ Kelvin
rebuked himself, taking his eyes away from the
nurse. The first thing that his eyes saw was the
tag on the doctor’s white suit. ‘Doctor Felix’.
That must be the name of the doctor, he
thought. For some strange reason, he continued
to stare at the tag, thinking he had seen it
somewhere. Just then, his eyes caught the
inscription on the tag beneath the name –
‘BRH’. Best Results… “What” he yelled, causing sexy evening gowns
the doctor and the nurse jump, frightened. “What
is wrong sir?” the doctor was checking kelvin’s
temperature, trying to fathom the reason for the
exclamation. “What am I doing here” he yelled, a
bit lower than before. He did not have as much
strength as he had expected. The nurse stared
at Kelvin, thinking that something was definitely
wrong with him because he had asked that
question before and she had answered. ‘You
were involved in an-” the doctor was saying. “No.
I mean, what am I doing in Best Results
Hospital?” he started at the gown of the nurse.
If he hadn’t been too preoccupied with
nonsense, he would have noticed the tag on the
top of her b----t. ‘Nurse Catherine’. Perfect
name, he thought briefly. The doctor looked at
him, not really knowing how to answer. “You
were rushed here” he finally said. Kelvin hoped
it was not totally bad, so he decided to ask the
determinant question. “Does Richard know that I
am here?” It is possible he does not, the
hospital is very big, he thought. “You mean Mr.
Branson” he asked smiling softly. “Of course he
knows. He was the one that treated you, in fact,
he is…” Kelvin blanched. “He what?” he yelled.