"I don't know where he always meets these fucked-up girls that end up being such - ahhh - trash people.", Folarin grumbled, moaning mid-sentence.
Folarin's dick popped out of a topless Lucy's mouth. "This is supposed to be relaxing", she said, rolling her eyes at him before resuming the task at hand.
"I'm relaxed."
"Sure.", she mumbled, mouth full.
"I just don't understand him. Is he cursed? First, it was the lunatic with the â mmm - blood oath."
She pulled off and replaced her mouth with her hands. "Wait, what?"
"Then there was the one that wanted to â ahh shit yeah â wanted to marry him the day after they met. Bought a dress. Paid for hall. Everything."
"No fucking way!" Lucy laughed and went back to sucking.
"And let's not forget the one that fucked his auntie's husband. At their anniversary party."
Lucy stopped again and looked back up at Folarin. "You cannot be serious!"
He looked at her. "You don't even know the half of it. Now it's Lisa. Fucking Lisa! I thought he had finally gotten it right. I thought this one was different. Turns out she was the WORST FUCKING ONE!", he shouted.
Lucy got up. "Okay, this obviously isn't working." She grabbed her robe off the floor and put it on.
"What? No! Come on!", Folarin protested, grabbing his half-hard penis.
"You keep going soft and hard, soft and hard. Your mind isn't here so let's just talk it out. I'll get some booze." She said, heading out her bedroom door.
Lucy Joseph was yet again, Folarin's co-star in a new romance movie they were shooting. They were very often cast together as they were a fan-favourite couple for most Nollywood enthusiasts and producers liked to cash in on that. A few years ago, they had announced that they were in a real-life relationship 'after falling in love on set' and the fans ate it up. But the only thing real about the relationship was how good their sexual chemistry was. So even after their publicity stunt ended and they 'broke up', their body parts stayed very much in touch. Regularly.
Folarin watched Lucy walk back in with a bottle of Blue Label and pour him a glass. God, she was stunning. A little fleshier than he typically liked but she had a body that would make the Pope weep. Their fake relationship could very easily have been real, but she was just as emotionally unavailable as he was. Lucy had married her high school sweetheart when they were both 18 and about to enter University. They had been together since JSS3, and they'd planned it after a pregnancy scare right before their graduation. When they discovered it was a false alarm, they decided to do it anyway. Their parents had found out their crazy plan and had tried to stop them but couldn't do it in time. They had their court wedding sans parents, with only their best friends in attendance. Both had applied to the same school, got in and enjoyed two blissful years of living and studying together. And then tragedy struck one evening. Joey had been returning to school from a weekend at his family home when he was tragically killed at the hands of a drunk police officer and a stray bullet. Lucy was married and widowed all before the age of 21. Losing him nearly destroyed her, and she'd been closed off to serious relationships ever since. So, she threw herself into her work and carried him with her in everything she did, taking his first name as her last. "He was the only one for me, Fo.", she'd said, teary-eyed as she told Folarin the story. "I just don't see myself doing love with anyone else. He has my soul. Even in death."
It was deep. Folarin didn't even want to be held up to that kind of standard. I mean who could compete with a dead guy?
Folarin knocked his drink back in one go.
"You were right. I needed that.", he said, wincing from the heat of the drink as it burned down his throat.
Lucy poured him another glass and set the bottle down, taking her seat on the chair across from him, cross-legged, glass in hand. "Okay, so let's forget about Chuka's poor taste in women for a second and talk about this Annie chick. What the fuck is her problem? I mean, blackmail? That screams 'personal'."
"I swear I have no idea." Folarin groaned. "It's like she takes special pleasure out of fucking with us specifically."
"Then get the bitch. Sue her."
"You think we haven't tried? The girl is smart. She never uses names or posts pictures or addresses us directly."
"What about the DM she sent Lisa? Blackmail should be enough to nail her."
"That one says she unsent everything before she could take screenshots." Folarin said, derisively. He was still so mad at Lisa.
"Hmm." Lucy paused, taking a sip of her drink and thinking. "Well, if she thinks she's smart, you'll have to show her you're smarter."
"How?" Folarin asked, brow raised.
"You set a trap.", she responded. When Folarin's expression didn't change, she continued. "Force her to throw caution to the wind. Give her something so juicy she can't help but post directly."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. What can you and Chuka use as bait? What would be irresistible for her?"
"Nothing short of a sex tape would tempt that girl."
"Oooh." Lucy bit her lip and lowered her eyelids suggestively. "I would watch the hell out of that."
"Urgh!" Folarin rolled his eyes.
Lucy laughed. "Okay, nothing quite so drastic but it still needs to be juicy." She paused, thinking. "You'll also need to be able to explain it away as something else. You know, so you can claim she twisted it to suit her own narrative."
"Yeah, 'cause otherwise, it defeats the whole purpose."
"Exactly. So, like pictures for example, that look suggestive enough but not undeniable. An alternate explanation for them would still work, which is what you would use in your libel claim."
"Hmm." Folarin mulled it over. "That could work."
"Yep. So set a trap, get her to step in it and then go in for the kill."
Folarin looked at Lucy as she stood and walked towards him. "You're fucking brilliant. Why didn't I think of that?"
"Well," she said in a low, breathy voice, taking his face in her hands. "Thank God, you're pretty."
Folarin wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her closer, looking up at her face. "And hung like a horse.", he whispered, before spinning her around and throwing her gently on the bed.
Lucy giggled. "Yes. That too."
She took off her robe again.
And Folarin had no problem staying hard.