Chapter 6 – After School Shift

The rest of Monday dragged on in this weird, fake normal way.

Ms. Adeyemi taught three more periods Chinua Achebe with SS3A, poetry breakdown in SS2B, exam prep for SS1C. She marked scripts during her free period, sipped lukewarm tea from the staff-room kettle, answered a colleague’s question about next term’s syllabus without missing a beat. Nobody seemed to notice how her fingers shook just a little when she handed Khalid back his essay A+, red circle, note: Insightful and controlled well done. Nobody caught the way Chidi’s eyes lingered on the curve of her neck when she turned to the board, or how Tobi’s knee bounced harder every time she said “climax” in a literary sense.

But inside that classroom, the air had changed for good.

At 3:45 p.m. she sent one single message from her private number the one only they had:

My flat. 5:30 sharp. Bring nothing but yourselves. Door code 1994. If you’re late, you watch from the corridor.

No emojis. No explanation. Just the address she’d never given anyone before.

They showed up within four minutes of each other.

Khalid first always first school bag slung over one shoulder like it was just another normal day.

Chidi next, still in uniform, tie gone, top button undone, breathing like he’d run the whole way.

Tobi and Yusuf together must’ve met at the gate and walked in tense silence the last half kilometre.

She opened the door before the second knock.

Her flat was small, third floor, two-bedroom in a quiet block off Bourdillon. Living room with a low sofa, bookshelves crammed with novels and criticism, kitchen visible through an archway, bedroom door half open down the short hall. Curtains drawn against the late afternoon glare. Ceiling fan turning slow. The place smelled faintly of lemongrass incense and the metallic edge of Lagos traffic drifting up from the street.

She was in a simple black silk slip nothing underneath and barefoot. No teacher vibe left. Just Adeyemi now. Hungry. In control.

“Shoes off,” she said. “Phones in the bowl by the door. Strip to skin. Then sit.”

They did it in near silence. Clothes piled on the tiles. Four young, hard bodies arranged awkwardly on the sofa and floor like they didn’t quite know where to put themselves.

She stood in front of them, arms crossed under her breasts so the silk pulled tight across her nipples.

“New rules for off campus,” she said quietly. “One: no one comes without permission. Two: if anyone gets possessive starts acting like I belong to him alone he sits out the next round completely. Three: if the neighbour knocks because we’re too loud, everyone freezes. No moving. No covering up. You stay exactly where you are until I handle it.”

She let that sink in.

“Any questions?”

Yusuf half raised a hand half joke, half serious.

“What if someone else shows up? Not the neighbour. Someone who knows.”

Her smile came slow.

“Then you all get very quiet and very still. And you pray I’m feeling generous.”

She stepped closer.

“Jealousy is allowed,” she went on. “It’s even encouraged. But if it turns into fighting, or sulking, or trying to edge someone else out… I’ll lock the bedroom door and let the three of you watch me fuck the fourth through the keyhole. Clear?”

Four nods. Throats working.

She sank onto the low coffee table facing them, legs parted just enough.

“Start with mouths,” she said. “Make me come twice before anyone gets inside. And remember jealous eyes are watching every second.”

Khalid moved first kneeling between her thighs, tongue already seeking her clit like he’d memorised the map.

Chidi took her left breast, sucking hard enough to leave a faint mark.

Tobi mirrored on the right, gentler but insistent.

Yusuf stayed at her side, fingers sliding into her hair, tilting her head so he could kiss her deep, claiming, tongue stroking hers while the others worked lower.

She let them build her slowly.

Then the first real risk hit.

Three sharp knocks on the door.

Everyone froze.

Khalid’s tongue went still flat against her clit.

Chidi’s mouth hovered over her nipple.

Tobi’s lips parted around the other.

Yusuf’s hand tightened in her hair.

She raised one finger to her lips.

Absolute silence.

Another knock louder.

“Aunty Adeyemi? It’s Mama Tunde from downstairs. I heard… noise. Everything okay?”

Her voice came out calm, almost bored.

“Yes, Mama. Just rearranging furniture. Sorry for the sound.”

A pause.

“You sure? Sounded like… people.”

She laughed light, easy.

“Boys from my literature class. Helping move bookshelves. They’re very enthusiastic.”

A longer pause.

“Okay o. Just checking. Good night.”

Footsteps faded down the corridor.

The second the outer door clicked shut downstairs, Adeyemi exhaled and then grabbed Khalid’s hair, pulling his mouth harder against her.

“Don’t stop,” she hissed. “Any of you.”

They picked right back up.

She came the first time with Yusuf’s tongue in her mouth muffling the cry, Khalid’s flicking relentlessly at her clit, Chidi and Tobi sucking her nipples in perfect sync. Her thighs clamped around Khalid’s head; she shuddered through it, wetness coating his chin.

The second came faster angrier almost.

She pushed Khalid back, stood, turned, bent over the coffee table with her forearms braced.

“Fuck me,” she ordered no names, just the command. “One at a time. Hard. The rest watch and stroke. First one who comes inside me gets to stay the night. The others leave when I say.”

Jealousy flared up instantly.

Khalid lunged forward possessive, almost feral but Chidi shouldered him aside.

“My turn,” Chidi growled. “You had her this morning.”

Khalid’s eyes narrowed. “She said first answer best last time. I”

Adeyemi snapped her fingers.

“Enough.”

They both froze.

She looked back over her shoulder.

“Chidi first. Because he took what he wanted without asking. Khalid you wait. And watch.”

Chidi stepped up, gripped her hips, thrust in deep in one stroke. She gasped half pain, half pleasure. He fucked her hard, fast, no gentleness left. The table rocked; books slid to the floor.

She came around him almost immediately third orgasm ripping through her, walls fluttering. Chidi groaned, tried to hold back, failed. He buried himself and came with a choked curse, filling her in hot pulses.

When he pulled out, come leaked down her thigh.

She straightened, turned, looked at the three still hard boys.

“Khalid,” she said softly. “Your turn to clean me up. With your mouth. Then you can have what’s left.”

Khalid dropped to his knees without a word jealousy burning in his eyes, but obedience winning. His tongue traced the mess Chidi left, licking her clean while she stroked his hair almost tenderly.

Tobi and Yusuf stroked themselves faster watching, aching, furious in that quiet teenage way.

She smiled down at Khalid.

“Good boy,” she murmured. “Now stand up. You get to finish inside me. But only if you can do it while the others tell you how much better they would have fucked me.”

The jealousy thickened the air like smoke.

She led them all to the bedroom larger bed, softer light.

And the night stretched ahead risky, possessive, dangerously addictive.