Drinks to Danger - ( PART 1 )

I followed my friend and her boyfriend to the club. A few minutes after we arrived, they left me alone to dance. I sat quietly, sipping my drink, when a guy with dreadlocks, earrings, and a rough look walked up to me.

"Baby, do you want to dance?" he asked.

"With you? No, thank you," I replied instantly.

"Ouch, why not?" he slurred, clearly tipsy, which only irritated me more.

"Please, just leave before my boyfriend gets here," I said.

"And then what will happen?" he asked.

"Your burial," I shot back. Laughing, he staggered away. I started to think coming here was a mistake when I heard a soft giggle beside me.

I turned to see a middle-aged man, probably in his late 40s, dressed fashionably. He was holding a glass of expensive champagne, and I couldn't help but notice the big skull ring on his finger.

"May I? Or is your boyfriend planning my burial too?" he asked, laughing.

I laughed with him. If he had been broke, I would have ignored him, but his perfume alone made him intriguing.

"I love your steez under pressure," he joked.

"My steez, huh? What do you know about steez, old man?" I teased back.

"Old man?" He clutched his chest in mock shock, and we both laughed.

"My name is Femi," he said, extending his hand.

"I'm Sade," I replied, shaking his hand. He set his champagne down and led me to a quieter corner away from the loud music.

"Are you sure you can afford me?" I asked playfully.

"Try me," he replied, running his hands down my thighs. My short skirt allowed him to feel every inch of my skin.

"500k," I said with a smile, expecting shock. But to my surprise, he smiled back.

"What if I give you 1 million for a threesome between me and my friend?" he asked.

One million naira? I had never seen that kind of money before, and though I’d never had a threesome, I had heard it wasn’t that bad. Besides, if his friend was anything like him, I might even enjoy it. They probably wouldn't last long since they were older men, unlike my ex. I nodded, and seconds later, my phone pinged with a credit alert.

I was immediately wet. "So, where's your friend?" I asked.

"He'll meet us at my house," Femi replied.

The drive took about 30 minutes, and I started to worry since I hadn't told my friend I was leaving with a stranger. But when we arrived, his house was magnificent, and I felt more at ease.

He made me comfortable, and we took an elevator up to his bedroom—an elevator in a house! He instructed me to start undressing and left the room.

A few minutes later, he returned with his friend. I expected another man, but he left quickly, shutting the door behind him. My mind told me to run, but a voice urged me to stay and enjoy the experience—I had already been paid, after all.

Femi returned with a handsome white man carrying a large white sack. My heart skipped a beat, fearing what might be inside, but the man calmly sat it down.

"Won't you guys undress too?" I asked seductively.

"Undress? Nah, the threesome isn't with us," Femi said casually.

"Oh? Then who?" I asked, confused.

"Not him either, but them," Femi replied, pointing at the sack. The white man squatted and opened the sack, revealing the biggest pythons I had ever seen in my life—two of them.

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