Boys On Rampage

CHAPTER 1-3

Late in the night, Tipsy Boss claimed she was drunk and would soon retire to bed. She had noticed with great jealousy and anger Jack’s eyes following Shaba throughout the night and his eventual elopement, which was greatly susceptible. She had only wanted to know what the two goats were up to. After all, she had become tired of Jack and would be happy to see any girl relieving her of the tears she had always stupidly suffered in his hands. But it would not come without a false fight for such a deprivation. Worst of it all and to reveal her fears, he was still the best. Now, a rich man had promised to take her abroad on a business trip. Though she liked Jack’s bed powers and would miss it for the longest time, she rather would his unbridled libido and privilege show a little love and respect for the hand that has fed him these past times and should not be discarded unceremoniously. The picture of the old wife thrown out for the new wife appeared in her mind’s eye. “Anyway, nothing has yet gone amiss.” She said to herself. As soon as her cigarette smelling body had touched the bed, sleep swallowed her up and it became a fast long journey into the cloudless sky. That was naturally on the contrary to her earlier intentions.

When Jack saw how hard he had fought and won the war, he excused himself from his friends, for the last time in the night. They all hailed him knowing what he had come up with; he needed it they said. It was appetizingly necessary that he should give adequate satisfaction to his system. He tiptoed into Tipsy’s room but met her battling with snores. That was one reason why he disliked sleeping by her side in the night. He ran down the stairs and sensuously woke up the sleeping Shaba and both quietly walked inside the chamber of all chambers. They tore at each other’s clothes and swung into real action, the understandable palaver ensued. Their swimming heads could not contend with the half-opened door. All the free call girls’ heads were giraffe so as to catch a glimpse of the entire action. None of them would like to miss such midnight entertainment. Their passionate romance was getting to a dizzying height. The zenith point would soon collide with a volcanic eruption. Their knotted body and hands sought out for themselves in unflinching erotic touches the most sensitive parts of their body. Their hips would lift a little to come in contact in a more forceful parade like in a scene where two vexed bulls hateful of each other engaged themselves in a duel over who should control and protect a particular territory of its female mates. They’d draw back, hooves scratching the earth, charge at one another again; then, their horny heads came rammed into each other in such brazen passion.

Around 1.30 a.m., Tipsy woke up with a start, listened and heard laughter coming outside of her door and faint squeaking noises of a bed’s springs accompanied by its understandable cause of rhythms. Her room was beside Jack’s. She quickly changed from her party gown into a night sleeping gown. The sound of her touch on the door handle frightened and disrupted the rapt attention of the highly entertained girls. When they saw her, all noise ceased. They knew that a foreseeable trouble had berthed on the doorstep of the daring and desirously fun-loving Shaba. No one could best describe the intended actions of Tipsy. A daring spiteful look crept into her eyes as she stood with her hands folded under her armpits like a nagging wife waiting for her unfaithful husband to come back from his daily late night rendezvous. But the far long gone frolic-some lovers refused to end their movie type of action.

At the end, Jack gasped for breath, rolled, and turned to the other side of the bed. All the same, Shaba opened her eyes for the first time to befall the wicked and scornful naked eyes of Tipsy Boss starring like a hungry lion on her naked body. She mopped her face of the sweats with her two hands and inhaled a lungful of sweet smelling cool morning air that was coming in through the windows.

“You wretch and ungrateful slot!” Tipsy Boss cried. She heaved Shaba up from the bed in what seemed like in a place where two mentally challenged women were sweating it out with one another. Before Jack was able to turn properly, two deafening slaps had echoed in the quiet night. Shaba unmindful of her nudity was on top of Tipsy giving her a dose of everlasting tribal marks to show the fact that she had broken enough hoes in her mother’s farm.

Jack could not bear to watch while the two girls that appeal to him equally squeeze the lives out of themselves fighting for his love. Whenever a good punch was thrown, the girls would clap, jeer, and whistle. First of all, he covered himself in his multi-coloured wool sleeping dress and made the move of separating the girls. Unknown to him, his cup has over-flowed. As he dragged up Shaba from the battered Tipsy, Tipsy outstretched her hands and his testis flew into her firm grips. A painful cry escaped his mouth. He wailed and pleaded. And whenever he tried to lift his hand to smack her face, she’d pull the strings and Jack’s wailing and clueless pleading soared higher shattering the peace of the morning.

His already weakened state brought him nearer to the gates of hellfire. And the sheepishly moping spectators could not dare stop the heart-touching treatment meted out on Jack except Shaba who was busy punching Tipsy hard across the face. In his last resort, he shouted on Shaba to make use of her teeth. Shaba’s sharp teeth bit through Tipsy’s flesh as a crocodile would to any trouble-looking feet in its domain. Tipsy gave out a sharp loud wail and released her hands from Jack’s member. Jack staggered and fell into the bed with his hands on his testis as if he was trying to charm a snake. That whole part of his body felt so shaky and lifeless and stiff like a ravaging muscle pull.

That same night, Tipsy gathered her things and moved out of the hotel. However, her role as the Boss was given to Shaba before other girls who went on cheering over the change. Though not every one of them was happy with the emergence of Shaba as the new boss.

Whenever this event comes up in Shaba’s thoughts, she’d smile. She looked herself up in the mirror and saw that the impression of the arts on her body was appealing; she went downstairs to keep with an appointment.

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Kendo turned off the engine when he got to the intersection after Zuogu round about, where he ordered his two juniors to disembark and mount the usual but ill famous mobile tollgate.

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