MY FIRST NIGHT AS A FIRST CLASS PROSTITUTE.... Part 1
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If anyone had told me six hours before
now
that I would be in a room with this aged
fat
man, all dressed looking like a first class
‘runs
babe’, I would have argued with them. I
stared
around, looking almost confused.
It was a Friday and Dorcas, my
roommate,
had called me to inform me of a birthday
party happening later in the day.
She called me from home, and although
her
plan when she was leaving school on
Wednesday was to return to school on
Sunday
evening, she changed her mind and
decided to
come back to the hostel on Friday
evening so
she could attend the birthday bash of a
popular rich man in Lagos.
Dorcas is a party girl. The only thing that
can
make her not go for any big party in
town is
school exams. And we had finished our
second semester exams on Tuesday,
with few
practicals left for the coming week,
hence, her
decision to go home on Wednesday and
return
on Sunday.
It was as if Dorcas knew I was officially
the
‘most bored person’ in the world that
day
when she put a call to me telling me
about
the said birthday bash which her school
mother had invited her to.
From the way she sounded on phone,
there
were lots of incentives attached to being
present at the party. Meeting with top
politicians and top influencers in the
country
(which I was not too keen about), going
home
with lots of cash if you know how to play
your
game quite well… (I didn’t know what
that
really meant, but was hoping everything
would
be just fine), and so many more!
I just wanted to have fun in the company
of
my friends, get out of this my boredom
state
which I had been for 48 hours and return
back
with well… money!
I knew that I was a smart girl (I still am),
so
no matter what games they might be
planning
for everybody present at the party to do
to win
some money, I was sure of myself.
Just like Dorcas, I had no boyfriend but
although Dorcas had been in and out of
five
relationships, I really could not figure out
why
I could not hold on to one.
Most of the guys who had asked me out
ended up irritating me… except Abiola.
Abiola was studying Computer Science
and he
was about two levels above me. It was
the
fifth month since Abiola and I had been
friends (although he was still waiting for
my
reply to his proposal).
The ‘clean’ dark guy was, and is still
cool,
calm and collected. Unlike those other
boys
who just get me irritated with either their
behaviors, orientation or their words,
Abiola
always knew when to talk, keep quiet
and he
was always making me laugh.
Although I was deeply convinced that he
was
the one for me, I still dragged my reply
to his
proposal just to be sure of what I was
getting
into.
“At least, he’s still better than all of
those
other unserious guys,” I had silently
thought.
“I will never allow him go. He’s the one
for
me,” I assured myself further.
But Dorcas is a free bird; she had tried
out
about seven relationships that did not
work
out, they all ended even before they
started.
The last one ended dramatically and I
was
very thankful it ended at the time it did.
Well… when Dorcas called me to intimate
me
on how we were going to meet, I wanted
to
ask her how her school mother, whom
she had
not seen in years, suddenly got across to
her,
to tell her about the gig happening later
in the
day.
She was obviously in a rush to get off
the
phone so as to prepare and get back to
school
on time.
When Dorcas arrived, we were both in a
haste,
and our dressing routine which usually
takes
two hours, ended in less than thirty-five
minutes.
Spotting a sheer tube dress that barely
covered my bosoms and butt, with other
parts
of my body leaving much to be
imagined, I
was all set for the party.
“Wheeeeeeeeeew!” Dorcas exclaimed
when we
were all set. “Omo, you’re simply hot.”
With the both of us gaily dressed, a car
was
already waiting to pick us outside. It was
later
that I got to know that it was part of the
arrangement for the gig; everyone is
taken
care of right from their doorsteps.
When we finally got to the venue, I was
thankful to God that I dressed like a ‘big
babe’, although my parents would have
to
look twice to be sure it was their
daughter
they were actually seeing.
We got to the venue few minutes before
11pm
and there was music and various games
for
all the fine ladies and the ‘big men’.
Looking around, I didn’t see any young
boy
that could conveniently fall into the
category
of the word ‘young’. The space was filled
with
‘big old men’ and many young girls, but I
was
not bothered.
As we moved more into the night, I
noticed
that Dorcas had drifted away from me,
she
was laughing off already in the company
of
two old men. At a point, I didn’t see her
again
and I just concluded she had gone to the
other
side of the space with her newly found
friends.
While I was doing my thing, my eyes got
in
contact with a pot-bellied man for the
third
time. I saw him as he finally got up,
making a
move towards me.

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While I was still wondering, “who will talk
to
this pot-bellied, overfed man,” he got to
touch
me on my shoulders.
And since my short dress was barely
covering
my backside and my boobs, the man
must
have been drunk with all other revealing
parts
of my body that he saw.
Before I could say Jack, I was already in
a
seat alone with our dear
‘Wonderman’ (that
was what he called himself). He was
quite a
funny man and I said in my mind he
wouldn’t
be a bad friend for the night.
After a while, he asked us to move down
a
room. The hall was already getting
deserted
with only few people left and the few
people
left were all in pairs. I tried Dorcas’
number, it
was switched off so I decided to follow
‘Wonderman’, since it was my last
resort.
When we got in, he went straight to the
bathroom and within few minutes,
returned in
only his underwear.
I had watched a few of Nollywood
movies with
this kind of scene and it was almost
looking
like another one was about to play out;
in
which I was fast becoming the star
actress. I
could not breathe properly again, my
heart
was beating faster than necessary.
I decided to think back at what pushed
me to
the situation I was, with a man old
enough to
be my dad, all alone in this well-
furnished
room.
Wonderman did not allow me enter deep
into
my thoughts before he jerked me back
to life
again by touching my shoulder…(my
shoulder
again!).
When I looked at him, his face had
already
changed. He was not looking like the
person I
met outside minutes back, he was
looking like
one who will get anything done at all
costs.

The expression on his face, his body
movements all suggested he was only
waiting
for me to make a move. A move, that I
was
not sure what exactly he wanted.
His hands had already made for my
boobs
and… I was freaking hot already, but was
not
sure of what exactly I wanted.
I was already enjoying the guilty, but
sweet
feeling, before my senses returned. I
quickly
looked around, picked up my bag which
I had
dropped somehow, and ran out of the
room.
It was close to midnight, so there was
really
nowhere for me to go, but I managed to
get a
taxi which took me straight home.
After taking my bath, I played the scene
all
over again. And although I enjoyed the
aspect
where he was beginning to handle with
my
b—m, I just told myself, “that’s exactly
how
prostitution starts.”
What would I have told Abiola whom I
was
seriously considering as a future
partner?
Well… I didn’t do anything silly. I was
glad as
I sneaked into my blanket and slept off
almost
immediately. What a day it was for me!

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