The Chronicles X - The Streetwalker 2



Jeff looked at Okon.

Okon looked back at him.

‘Well?’

‘What?’

‘Start the car now!’

‘Oh…that…yeah!’

Okon hurriedly started the engine and they drove off.

The prostitute reclined in the back seat and began to giggle. Jeff threw her a questioning glance trying to figure out what was in the offing.

She held his stare, flipped her eyebrows seductively and bit her lower lip. Then she licked her lips and began to caress herself, rubbing herself all over and sticking her hands in private and hidden places underneath her skimpy clothes.  All the while, her eyes stayed locked onto Jeff’s.

Jeff was stunned. He couldn’t comprehend the logic of what was happening. He pinched himself to be sure he wasn’t dreaming. The ache in his balls as a result of the desire raging in his trousers reassured him that he wasn’t.

Okon was equally stupefied. When he heard her begin to moan, his eyes had darted to the rear-view mirror and he had seen a performance that looked like something straight out of some erotic movie. Twice he had almost climbed the culvert dividing the road lanes in the battle to keep his eyes on the road.

Jeff felt himself trembling. Beads of sweat began to plaster his face and lodge under his armpits despite the powerful air-conditioning of the car. The taunt was just too much for him to absorb.

Then he watched in a fiery daze as she slowly pulled off the blouse, which was void of a bra underneath, and dropped it on the car seat. She sat there half naked in the back seat, her full frontals questioning his manhood.

‘Come here baby boy’ she whispered in sing song and pulled at his blazer. He followed suit scampering over the front seat into the back.

‘Hey! What the hell…?’ Okon suddenly felt the need to protest. He had also watched the blouse come off through the mirror and had almost driven off the third mainland bridge which they were ascending. Thanks to the lascivious distraction going on behind him. Jealousy suddenly began to seed in him as he watched Jeff being yanked into the back seat.

‘Okon, keep your eyes on the road…I’ll come for you when I’m finished with Jeff’

In between hearing that sweet girlish assuring voice, a spot of bother crept into his mind.

How did she know their names?

But the raging desire and eagerness to get a piece of the action brewing in his backseat had become so intensified that it choked the thought out of his mind.

The excitement surging through him sort of caused him to almost floor the pedal. The car surged forward as the automatic gear shifted to higher speed.

In the back seat, the lady had switched position with Jeff and made him to sit while she straddled his lap. She worked her way round his face and along his neck, licking and biting. Her right hand slipped into his trousers and began to work him into pleasured frenzy.

Jeff moaned.

She chuckled.

Okon trembled.

The car moved faster.

Jeff shrieked.

Okon giggled.

No doubt about it, his insatiable friend had probably met his match.

Then Jeff screamed.

It wasn’t a scream of ecstasy or pleasure.

It was a scream of horror and pain.

Okon’s eyes flew up to the mirror but all he saw was the prostitute on Jeff’s lap. Her back was obstructing his view of Jeff. Besides, it was a bit dark in the car as they were now cruising through areas on the bridge where the streetlights were dead.

He heard sounds like a scuffle or struggle but then it also sounded like body slaps of ecstasy. He heard what sounded like horrified shrieks, gasps and grunts from Jeff, tearing and ripping sounds. All the while the whore giggled and laughed intermittently. The whole cacophony was confusing. It wasn’t the usual thing you heard when a person was getting laid.

‘Hey, what’s going on back there?’ Okon felt his voice quivering. Fear and a twinge of regret were beginning to build. The policeman’s warning began to resound again in his head. The sexual desires began to subside. He needed to stop and find out what drama was playing out in the back seat.

‘Keep driving Okon! You mustn’t stop the car’. The prostitute’s stern command came from behind.

‘The hell I will!‘ Okon replied, suddenly fed up with the whole mystique and suspense. His anger for a moment overwhelmed the fear.

He shifted his foot from the gas pedal to the brake and the car began to slow down as he made an attempt to stop.

In the flash of an instant, the prostitute appeared in the seat next to him. It was so fast that Okon couldn’t make out how she had moved swiftly into that position; it was more as if she had teleported herself from the back to the front seat within the second his foot touched the brake pedal.

‘Didn’t I tell you to keep driving?’ she growled at him.

Okon was incensed. He brought the car to a complete halt near the bridge banister and turned off the engine. The night was silent except for the occasional turbulence that vibrated through the bridge and the zooming of one or two cars passing by. He then turned to her to give her a piece of his mind.

‘You dey craze? Who do you think you are barking orders at us?’

She didn’t answer. All he heard was her heavy breathing. He couldn’t see her face clearly in the dark.

Then another thought hit him.

Jeff.

He turned round to look at his colleague in the backseat. It was dark and he couldn’t see very well.

‘Jeff!’ He called out but got no answer.

The prostitute giggled.

He looked back at her fearing the worst; the fear that Jeff had been wrong all along.

‘One woman against two full bodied men? Just take a good look at her and tell me how dangerous she looks!’

Right now, everything about her felt and looked dangerous.

He quickly reached up and switched on the inner lights.

He turned pale as a horrific sight from the backseat greeted his eyes.

Jeff or what was left of Jeff lay still in sitting position. His face was literarily gone; as if some vicious animal had eaten it off. All that was left was a bloody mass of gutted flesh and partially exposed parts of the skull. His eyes were gone leaving dark orifices where they had once been. His bowels and chest had been ripped open and his entrails scattered across his laps. The outlines of his ribs stood out in between gored flesh as if they were dying to come out. He looked like road kill…and he was very dead.

Okon felt his heartbeat pace up haphazardly as he turned sharply and fearfully to look at the prostitute.

Her face, long dark hair and half naked body was stained with blood; her full round breasts included. Some of the blood was beginning to cake on her skin and it seemed to blend into her red bum shorts.

She looked Okon in the eye and smiled; nicely set dentures stained by blood and bits of partially masticated flesh.

‘You shouldn’t have stopped the car.’ She said in that same haunting breathy sexy voice.

Okon, rendered speechless and horrified to death turned round hastily to flee out of the car but suddenly by some remote force the car’s central lock system snapped all the door locks shut.

The prostitute threw back her head and laughed.

The laughter rang through his ears almost bursting his eardrums. He covered his ears and cowered in his seat, his heartbeat thundering loudly and almost sending him into shock.

She suddenly stopped laughing and looked at him again. Her eyes had changed. Fire seemed to burn inside them. And as she looked at him they seem to burn into his soul.

‘Now let’s go for a ride!’ she growled in a voice that was no longer sweet nor girlish.

Okon felt the car’s engine start by itself; the gear shifted into drive. Then the gas pedal went down and the Honda took off. He cringed in horror as he watched the car cruise by itself, building into dangerous speed. He opened his mouth to beg but his voice seemed to have been seized by some strange force.

‘Don’t pick anybody you see on the road…especially if it’s a lady’

The cops warning rang through his head in a looped thought trail of regret.

This can’t be happening. This has got to be a dream.

He closed his eyes whimpering in fear, hoping to find himself back on his bed at home. The car brushed over a connecting joint on the bridge jolting him and bringing to his realization that it wasn’t a dream.

Then in another instant teleporting flash the prostitute appeared sitting astride his lap; her naked bloodstained breasts thrust close to his face. She held up his face to look into her own.

Okon beheld the horrific eyes in the pretty face.  Her breath fanned his face; its warmth stung his eyes.

‘Didn’t I tell you I could handle the both of you?’ She said gently in a voice…or rather voices that sent chills cascading down Okon’s spine. It was as though several voices had spoken at once.

She bent down as if to kiss him.

Then her face changed.

Her eyes became larger and rounder with flaming irises. Her smiling dentures began to elongate into sharp ones. Her ears suddenly became pointed as her skin and breasts turned crusty and scaly. The speeding car was suddenly filled with the smell of acrid burning and brimstone.

Okon opened his mouth and let out a blood curdling scream.

The car suddenly lost control as it skidded to one side of the road, hit the middle culvert which sent the car cart wheeling into a ghastly somersault.

It rolled several times scattering pieces of glass and metal across the asphalt; bits of debris and forgotten caked mud from underneath the car went airborne in different directions creating a dusty fog around the area; a tyre wrenched out of its place by the impact is sent flying into the oncoming lane. The car’s cart-wheeling was eventually stalled as it smashed into the bridge banister which, fortunately, was strong enough to stop it from plunging into the lagoon below.

Five seconds after the incident, Sergeant Mike and his partner came running towards the wreckage. They stood for a moment, taking in the whole scene.

‘Human beings…they just never listen.’ The second cop murmured.

Sergeant Mike shook his head more in disappointment than in sympathy. He motioned to his colleague and they moved towards the wreckage of the car. Effortlessly, they plied open a crushed part of what remained of the car’s roof and pulled out a half dead Okon; his clothes had been shredded and he had cuts and bruises on his arms and face. Jeff’s corpse had been mangled beyond recognition in the wreckage. It would take Okon to identify who he was. As for the prostitute, there was no sign of her. She seemed to have vanished completely; even the blouse which she had removed had disappeared completely.

They laid Okon on the floor next to the wreckage. He groaned in pain.

‘This one was fortunate. He still had grace upon him; he’ll live.’ said the Sergeant.

‘People are going to wonder how he survived this accident’, replied the second cop.

The Sergeant smiled and turned to his fellow officer.

‘That, my friend is why it is called ‘a miracle’, the result of somebody praying for him yesterday.’

He looked again at the wreckage and at the groaning Okon.

‘Tomorrow, it will be reported as an accident with one casualty. No one will know about the Streetwalker. She’ll be out again seeking souls to devour and as for him… ’, he gestured in Okon’s direction; ‘…he won’t remember seeing her. His memory of the lust demon will be erased.’

‘If only men can come to realize that their weakness is the devil’s greatest tool, maybe they’d be more careful’, retorted the second cop.

The Sergeant sighed and looked up into the dark night sky as he took note of the timing.

‘Well, our job is done here. There are other matters that need our attention. Shall we…?’

And in a rapid flash that illuminated the scene under another five seconds, the two policemen made a quick transformation from human beings into radiant and glowing figure forms of energy. Then in an instant faster than the blink of an eye, they teleported upwards into the night sky in their angelic glory and vanished.

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‘Hey…Yoju… see that chick…she’s waving at us!’ Phil retorted as the view of a buxom young lady in white diaphanous blouse and red tight-fitting bum shorts came into view a few meters ahead of them.

They had left the LAIF event an hour later after Okon and Jeff had departed.

Yoju was not a fast driver like Okon. He was a meticulous individual and always maintained a certain speed limit; even the fact that his fully paid for Hyundai accent was still new did not give him a reason to throttle the car’s swiftness to the limit. Also he despised the fact they were still out at late hours beyond his usual bedtime which was 10.30pm.

He craned his neck to properly view the feminine figure waving at them in the distance. Everything about her was inviting; from her beaming smiles to her outstanding curves that seemed to offer something promising. She looked harmless and totally helpless.

Yoju in his usual way weighed his options meticulously and made up his mind.

He shifted his feet back on the throttle and the Hyundai gathered speed as its auto gear engaged and powered the car forward. They left the bewildered prostitute behind glaring at them as the car disappeared in the distance.

Phil turned to his colleague, disappointed at his action.

‘Yoju…why now?’

‘See the time. Work no dey tomorrow? Abi you wan get query because you decided to pursue a piece of ass?’

‘We for at least find out what’s up with the chick now…’

Yoju laughed.

‘What about the warning from the policemen that stopped us?’

‘So you believe them? What if they were wrong?’

He looked back at his colleague, a frown of seriousness creasing his brows.

‘And what if they were right?

Phil gave him a frustrated look.

‘Spoil sport!’ he hissed at his friend and nestled deeper in the cushion of his seat.

And as they sped off into the night, the entities watched them; the one that reeked of evil lust and the angelic ones that had, oblivious to them, ushered the instruction to safety.



End





3 Screamer(s):

Clarion said...

Sigh. Man will never listen to instructions till it's almost too late. God helped Okon sha, if not he would have been fighting with Jeff in the afterlife. Nice story, enjoyed reading it :)

missmeddle said...

Lovely, Kush.

febby said...

lovely piece!!! for some reason, this reminded me of Frank Peretti's books- this present darkness and piercing the darkness. great work :)