Panty Charmer



DAYO WAITED TILL he was sure Prof. Ajayi wasn't paying attention to the entrance of the class before slipping into the class like a thief in daylight.

"Hey, my man." he says, exchanging an handshake with his friends.

Omah smacked his arm playfully. "Guy, you too like woman. Shey you know say I knock your door before I commot?" 

"Bro, I didn't sleep a wink all through the night. She was so fucking good." Dayo said, with a broad grin.

Abbey edged closer, "You don knack Mercy be that ooo. Adedayo Banks the 'terminator'. " 

Dayo's smile grew wide, he relished the way his friends hailed him every time he won a bet. And that was every time, because Ade Banks has never failed to charm a girl out of her panties. Never.

"Wetin baba dey talk since?" Dayo asked Omah.

Dayo propped his elbows on the wooden desk, which has been feasted upon by ravaging insects. The chipped edges had various names etched on it's faded brown surface.

Omah grinned. "He was telling us how forty percent of the class failed his course last semester."

Dayo chuckled as he watched the small man move about the lecture hall, his deep voice resonating through the walls. 

Prof. Ajayi Craig had always been a pain in the ass to most of the students in his class. He was a tough grader and immensely took pride in it.

Although Dayo had never had a personal problem with the man, his friends and half of the class loathed him for their poor grades, which they always argued was undeserved.

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Eniola listened to the lecturer with an unwavering focus, her eyes following his every movement.

The class went on for about forty minutes before the lecturer stopped to make an announcement. 

With his hands firmly clasped behind his back, he paraded the whole class, peering through the sturdy glasses that sat at the bridge of his crooked nose. Beads of sweat glistened down his barren head, he retrieved a linen handkerchief from his pocket and furiously wiped at the moisture.

"Forty percent of you had a carry-over in my course. I'm not having that with you lazy kids this semester, so I'm going to help you a little," he paused, scanning the faces of his students.

"I'll give you some assignments...

The mention of assignments earned a low rumble among the students. "Yeye people, I'll have you know that this assignments you are whining about holds ten percent of your grade. And late essays would result in me deducting your grade. So be warned." he added, gathering his lecture notes and briskly exiting the class. 

Prof. Ajayi Craig had always been a man of few words, both at home and work. He was known to be a very disciplined man and Eniola could very well testify to that as she had a firsthand experience of his rigidity growing up. 

Eniola Craig knew how much trouble she was in by being late to class from the hard glare he sent her way upon her entrance to the class.

She very well knew that her father would be monitoring her every move inside the campus, and being in his department only made his job easier. If she had a way, Eniola would have preferred a university miles away from home to escape her father's meddling in her life. After all, she was a big girl now at the age of eighteen. 

Her parents had urged her to opt for a direct entry admission at Unilag, rather than waiting till she gets an admission into her desired college. Eniola had only agreed to their proposition because most of her friends were already in their second and third year in the university since they finished high school two years ago.

Her phone dinged with a message she knew was from none other than her father. Eniola sure as hell knew the message tone of network subscribers and that shrilling tone was definitely not a text from MTN.

DAD

*IN MY OFFICE, YOUNG LADY.*

Oh God!