The Side Chick (A Short Story)

Nicki Minaj’s voice filled the room as her song “The Night Is Still Young” was blasting from Tope’s speakers, exactly how she likes it. She sang along with the song while being unclad and danced with careless abandon. Tope was a big Lagos girl whose career was being a side chick to rich married men.

She knew her loud music would get her neighbours fuming with anger, well, that was the plan. She enjoys causing them discomfort as they were a judgemental lot always acting like they were Jesus assistants. 

Tope resides in an exuberant estate and her neighbours were married couples. She was the only single lady in the estate so they always gave her condescending glances as if she was a bad smell tainting the atmosphere. Most of them had jobs at huge organisations and in contrast, she had no legal job. Her neighbours retire home at night from work, while she goes out at night to hustle as a side chick to a host of rich married men. And when they go out to start their day, she returns home to rest her overworked body.  The thought of her neighbours infuriated her, so she increased the volume of the music hoping it tortures them. 

Deep down, she felt her female neighbours were just jealous and insecure about her perfect curves, caramel skin, firm boobs, and how she flaunts them steadily in her alluring outfits. And as for the men, they were just putting on a show for their wives. If they had their way, they would be queuing at her door just to take a dip at her Honeywell. After all, men far richer than all her neighbours combined were on her contact list longing for her. Men of affluence wanted her to be their side chick; giving them the thrill their boring spouses cannot provide.

Tope admired her unclad body as she stared at her reflection displayed in a gigantic mirror. God had endowed her with beauty, and her doctor had perfected it.

Tonight, she was wearing a glittering transparent dress which she had neatly placed on her bed. Chief Femi will drool over her like a starved dog in the presence of a massive bone. She loved the control she had over men as their mistress. Though a side chick, she knew they yearned for her even when they were with their wives. Tonight’s dress fitted her perfectly revealing the right details of her banging body. Her long and sexy legs were on display, and her hourglass figure was striking. She did not wear a bra and was not bothered about her visible nipples. Tope was a piece of hot temptation and that is exactly what she wanted. She wore a high heel shoe and naturally she didn’t just look taller, but her dress became shorter revealing her thighs. This side chick was ready to go into the world and conquer.

Satisfied with her appearance, she picked up her phone and went to her Snapchat to make luring videos. On her social media platforms, she had carefully blocked those she did not want to view her activities. Though she was a proud bad b**ch, there are certain persons she kept this status from. To those persons, she was a responsible lady that earns from forex trading. 

After her first video, she got a WhatsApp notification from her bestie. She opened the message and saw photos that sent her crashing on the floor.

Her boyfriend of six years who was supposed to be in America just wedded another girl here in Nigeria. Was it not this morning they both spoke and told each other “I love you.” How could he return to Nigeria without informing her? How could he have deceived her? Why are men so wicked? Last Summer she had gone to spend weeks with him in America and they talked about getting married and she assured him that she was earning via forex trading. 

When it came to him she painted a picture of a responsible girl that knows how to please a man. A Nicki Minaj in a saint’s body, exactly how men claim to want their women.  So why did he do this to her? “Men are scum!” She wailed as she threw stuff around the house. Tope could not believe that for the past six years she was simply Emeka’s side chick. She felt like her heart wanted to jump out from her body.

The night was no longer young. The loud music was now serving the purpose of masking her wails. Her beautiful make-up was ruined with hot tears. She could not believe that her perfect body could not keep the one man she loved. The one-man she did not want to be his side chick. Though she had lied about what she does for a living, and had cheated with other men, and was on her way to cheat with a married man, she felt he was still wrong for marrying someone else. He had betrayed her! Such a scum! Tonight she was not a piece of temptation, but a hot mess. For the first time, she was not proud of being the side chick!

The End.

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