Make I confess hen
That toto no go pray for kingsoo pekin o
Chai make man rest cha
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she noticed he looked disappointed.
she was nervous, she felt sweat on her palm.

"come over here pretty lady" he said.
she moved towards him.

"c'mon, sit and don't be shy".
she sat, shyly, her head bent.

she noticed kingsoo sat upright, he had worn his underwear, his trouser on his laps.

he stretched his hand over her head, stroked it softly and stopped.
she didn't know how to react.

was she to reciprocate? smile? or just sit there behaving like a frightened little kitten.

she realized he was speaking. she heard him say
" I don't think you will last in this work, I mean, you are a nice lady, beautiful, got a nice figure, I mean a pair of soft boobs and a handful of bum, but that is not enough to sustain you here".

her heart began to beat loudly.

"you need guts, you need expertise, techniques to attract customers to you, I have stayed here for years, I have seen hundred of ladies like you and when I see one that won't last I know" he said.

she watched him wet his dry parched lips.

"how do I impress" she asked.

kingsoo smiled, he liked her response he noticed she was a broken girl with a rough past. he felt pity for her, for he knew soon the little innocence left in her would become extinct.

he wanted her to be his girl, his 'babe'.
but he had one, a dangerous one.

her name was okuku known as Angel. she was just like this when he met her, innocent, fragile and timid but she had gradually lost all that now.

she had become to possessive, jealous and fearless. he hated her fearlessness most.

he knew he had to dump her the day she fought a coworker and bit off her eye. he admitted to himself that she had grown wings so he needed a new companion.

he smiled and asked her to go.

she opened the door, she thought she heard
footsteps hurrying away, off the corridor.

she became a bit scared.

she left determined to do everything possible to survive.

she was determined to please men with her body, she hurried to the room she share with Margaret.

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days went by.

her confidence grew.

customers increased.

there was more patronage.

she became more daring.

her nightmares reduced.

she had freedom.

she fed from the money she made.

Maggie took her shopping.

taught her new dance steps.

she tasted alcohol.

she learnt the words 'Bleep', service, 'straff'.

she didn't notice the changes in her body.

she always had Maggie advice at the back of her mind, those words she tried to remember each time she laid with a strange man.

she slept with different categories of men. she Learnt to close her eyes while the men did the work.

she was taught that the higher the pay the better the se..x.

she knew she was not permitted to have unprotected se..x.

she shouldn't perform oral on a man except he paid for it and wore 'raincoat'.

she learnt to wash her private after each session with a perfumed soap to keep the area 'safe'.

she was tutored not to have pre-intimacy, a man is not permitted to carry that on her either.

moaning during sex was highly prohibited.

she learnt to close her eyes and count one to hundred until the ordeal was over.

she learnt something else.
to keep used condoms as it was sold to an old baba who comes to buy it. she didn't know why, she didn't care to know.


her customers increased. they all testified to the sweetness of her body.

they went on to preach the goodness.
guys trooped, all towards her.

kingsoo was her man.
life was good for that moment.

she paid the room rate every week.
Maggie was happy, was proud of her.

some where in the dark, unknown to them, someone watched her daily.

Awww! life was so cruel

Misquote good to have u back

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The End?

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Misquote good to have u back

thank you.

nimat158:
Awww! life was so cruel

it is dear.

Am here


Good work sis

Mizquote you are indeed talented

mizquote:


hey! its been a while.
where art though.

......busy.busy with serving our nation

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Updates........

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she adapted so fast.
she strived to be better.

she had her bath three times daily.

she had an encounter with a man that changed her orientation a bit.

it happened on her tenth day anniversary.
her tenth day of being a professional prostitute.

her twelfth day of living in the brothel.

it wasn't an unusual day.

in the period of ten days, she had slept with sixteen men. she was a fast learner.

swiftly, she learnt the act of pleasing men. she asked Maggie questions that baffled her.

she had no friend except for her roommate.

her colleague.

her friend.

her mentor.

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on that fateful day.

she quickly showered after sleeping with a dirty man, it was her worst encounter.
the man smelt like a combination of cabbage and dried fish.

he took forever to cum, so he paid her extra.

she hurriedly had her bath.
she scrubbed her skin so hard she nearly bled.

she scooped hot water into her private with the hope of cleaning and removing the smell of dry fish.

she almost emptied the container of Maggie's body spray.

she cursed the man intermittently.

"rotten bastard, dead body" she cursed under her breath.

Maggie laughed as she described the whole scenario to her.

soon enough, Maggie had a customer so she excused her.

she went to the reception and ordered a bottle of chill malt.

she was there, feeling sleepy and trying to while away time.

she had slept with three men today, the all paid her well surprisingly so she had money.

she went out to buy some sticks of suya to enjoy with her bottle of malt.

then someone walked up to her.

she was a bit shaken.

she moved back and had a proper look at the man.

if she knew him.

she was good at smelling evil or good from afar. she could sniff the air and tell if the person was good or bad.

she observed him, for a while.
he was smartly dressed.

his perfume smelt cool.

she looked at him, directly in his eyes.
then she read something in them.

he was confused. why? she thought.

she greeted him. he said 'hi' and asked if she worked there.

she smiled, he asked it in such a way you ask a banker if he worked in a bank.

she nodded.

he stretched his hands and put them back after a second thought.

the suya seller watched, a smile played at his lips.

"can we go in?" he asked almost in a whisper.

she felt his uneasiness. infact it rubbed on her.

she led him in.

he sat, like a gentle man.
he coughed, obviously choked by too much smoke in the air.

"how much do you charge?" he asked.

she smiled broader, revealing her dentition.

a clean man in suit want a prostitute.

she realized the man was shy, she didn't want to make it worst so she told him the price, even though she added some naira on the regular fee per round.

he agreed and asked they commensed.

she didn't have a room so he had to pay for a room for 'short service' which was thirty minute.

they both got into the room.

she pulled off her cloth but noticed the man sitting at the bed like a frightened rat.

she asked if he wanted to perform 'in-cloth' and he began to cry.

she found it funny and dramatic simultaneously.

he cried so hard.
that she began to doubt his sanity.

when he was through crying, he told her his story.

Who be that ooooo
Hmmm really int
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Seems that is the father of her child.

she sat by the corner.

watching him.

listening to him intently.

allowing him pour out his mind.

it was indeed a funny sight, a young unclad prostitute and a handsome business man conversing.

no.

rather, he was talking and she was listening.

he told her a bit about himself and why he was here.

he said.

"I'm so ashamed of myself right now, I never knew I would find myself in this situation," he paused a while.

she was a bit confused, was this part of her business line?

but nevertheless, she still allowed him to speak.

to pour out his heart.

he continued.

" I know you would be wondering why am speaking instead of having coi.tus with you, but I am depressed, I have been pushed beyond my limit, I don't care for life no more".

she moved and sat opposite him, she placed her hand on his lap, she knew he had a burden in his heart.

she urged him to share, she had passed through life where she had no one she could share her pain with.

so she understood him.

she asked him quietly to continue.

the man was surprised. so he told her more about himself.

" my name is jide, jideofor in full, I look nice and fine but I am not, I'm a carcass dressed in clothing.

i have made a terrible mistake.
i have damn my life, so i just wish to end it. i am presently 29 years old, been a very bright student and the pride of my parent.

i'm guilt ridden, i see their faces everywhere. it two years now but i don't have peace.

exactly two years ago, I attended a friend's convocation, I don't drink but I drank a bit too much alcohol that day.

I did that to impress the guys and the ladies, I was foolish, oh God help me!


I got in my car, no, my father's car to get home, my friend insisted I stayed over but I insisted otherwise.


I got in my car, dizzy.

I was dead drunk.

everything I saw was double.

I didn't see them, I swear!

I was on high speed.

didn't see the pregnant woman and her daughter.

I rammed into.

I knocked .

I ran over, oh Jesus!

I stopped for a while to looked at them, the child was flung over the road, dead I presumed.

the was bleeding through her nostrils.

through her mouth. I remember clearly.

I was scared.

I turned to leave.

there was no one on the road, just the bucket of water the woman held which was broken.

I hurried back into my car.

I was confused.

I heard her tiny voice, pleading I help her.

but I didn't.

I left her there.

there to die.

I couldn't sleep that night, I washed my blood stained car.

I went to the same road.

the road I killed her.

heard women talking, they were nodding their heads.

cursing and swearing for the hit and run driver.

who killed a pregnant woman and her daughter.

who couldn't help rush her to the hospital.

who allowed her to bleed to death.

they all cursed and cursed.

I have not had peace from that day till now.

I have been haunted day and night with that incidence.

I see their faces, every time.

every where.

I was in my finals, I dropped from school."

she didn't know what to say.
she said nothing.


the receptionist knocked, signaling 'time-up".

he stood up and offered to pay.
she refused to accept it.

he left.
he felt a bit lighter.

but he was determined to carry out his plans.

he packed his car in front of a boutique.

he trekked a long distance.

switched off his phone.

broke his sim.


he looked into the water and summoned courage.

he jumped into the bridge.

it was late.

no one saw him.

the last person he thought of was the young beautiful prostitute he confessed to.

she alone knew why he decided to tour this path even though he didn't tell her.

he was willing to go to the land of death to apologise.
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JIDEOFOR IGWE, missing advert was shown in all television networks, all newspapers. police declared him missing.


no one knew he was deep in waters.
eaten by fishes.