she was lost in thought.
she sipped her coke.


the eyes watched her, angered by her nonchalant attitude, the thought of smacking her silly came over the being but it resisted it.

guys came and went.
some where groping on some women backsides.

she noticed cars didn't pack at the front of Babylon she wondered why but later reasoned that the customers wanted to be discrete.

over the table directly opposite to her was a pile of suya and two bottles of small stout, a pack of cigarette and bottle water and a man with two ladies. one was sitting on his lap and the other one smiling sheepishly. she looked at them and continue sipping her drink.


she felt uncomfortable.
she felt she was watched but shrugged of the feeling.

her head starting pounding. the loud noise wasn't helping matters easy.

she craved badly for a nice sleep.

she stood up and went to maggies room.

the pair of eyes trailed her exit.

it wasn't was she envisaged. after she had attended to the customer she felt bad as she thought of the actions that transpired.

she was shy to remove her cloth as she had never willing done that, it was always yanked off.

the guy was a student in one of the polytechnics in town, he was happy for having a new catch, he knew his problem, he was a sex addict.

he knew that he needed help but was afraid to ask of help from his ever busy parent. the last money he had on him was what he used in patronising se..x worker.

his name was kelvin. he enjoyed watching her naivety he knew she was new in the game.

he watched lost on how and where to start from, soon enough he became tired and started pulling off his cloth.

"hey, come over here and stop gazing at me like some inanimate structure".

he liked the way he sounded. he was a coward in reality.

she came towards him.

after the deal, he was happy and swore to always patronise 'Babylon'.
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when she was through for the day, she rushed into the public bathroom and scrubbed her skin so had.

maggi had a customer in her room so she went to the reception and got herself a bottle of coke. she watched as girls where swaying their bodies to the beatings of the song emanating from an old speaker.


they were all trying to get customers to their self.

some where by the corner, two eyes, reddened by too much smoke gazed angrily at her.

pls esteem readers, I will begin updating tomorrow.

"good evening Sir" she responded, unconsciously dragging her short down.

she hated the way the man looked at her, he looked at her like one does to his favourite food. he's was pure undiluted lust.

he smacked his lips in an annoying way, he asked her to sit.

she sat.

he motioned her to come closer, his hands began to caress her laps she restrained herself from slapping him.

he wasn't bad looking, he was muscular. he whispered to her ears, using his tongue intentionally to graze her earlobe.

she didn't get what he said, so she gave no response to the sweet nonsense he whispered to her.

"how old are you" he repeated.

she didn't know what to say, Maggie didn't give her a clue of what the response should be, she didn't know of the were age limit.

"18" she quipped.

"haaaaa" he responded, that's good, I can see you are new in this business. is this your first time"?

she nodded.

he smiled.

he stood and asked she followed him.

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that's was how she was introduced into the business. she never liked it

but she noticed something.


she had missed her period.

ROCK111:
Chai ...moi head dey sweal....misquote likes prostitution....eewo...

why?

she was nervous.

Margret calmed her down.

"be careful o, this our work dey very risky, make sure say you negotiate with any customer before you service am".

she sat, she wished she could ask for more time, she wasn't ready, she needed more time to brace up to reality, she was grateful to her benefactor, she didn't want to seem ungrateful. she listened.

" be careful o, no allow any customer deceive you to follow am comot, ritualist and people wey de do blood money don plenty for town".

she was scared, her body drenched in sweat. the more Maggie talked she felt pressed. she endured by pressing her laps together.

" No ever allow any customer do you raw o, always insist on protection, HIV no dey show for face".

she was properly oriented on the basic etiquette of the trade.

Maggie asked her to go take her bath and wear something proper.

she was given a piece of top and a bump short to wear by friend. she felt awkward.

Maggie, asked her to sit so she could apply make up. it was her first time of wearing make up she looked at the mirror and was terrified of the person she saw starring back.


her friend asked her to hurry, that her customer was getting impatient lest he get someone else.


thirty minute later, she was ready.

she walked towards the reception, she felt she was floating.

loud music was blasting, she could hear voices from the reception.

she got there.
there she saw him.

she walked towards his table.

he looked up and smile.

"hi".

next update coming soon.

missfrancess:
continue my dear

thanks for your consistency. God bless you.

Beckino:
Oh dear mizquote, you're so blessed. I'm so so envying you (God help me not to get jealous ). May God continue to shower you with knowledge and also strengthen the one you already have. AMEN!
I sincerely love your work.

Amen.

thanks dearie.

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Brown253:


Permit my inquisitiveness,

but Can i have ur month and day of birth plus your course of study if u are in sch.

i just wanna confirm somthing, a concept which i use to assess an individual's personality.

once again forgive my odd request.

22
February.

mass communication.

final year.

Brown253:



Misquote, hw do u write, like u have experienced this scenario before? Please be honest. did u get info from friends that do this? or u did a documentary or somthing? I wanna know

ok.
I'm particularly interested in prostitution and prostitute. so I research online, watch you tube videos and read stories about them.

so I know quite a bit about prostitute and their lifestyle.

that day would remain crystal clear in her memory. All her life, she never willing have intercourse with a man.

it had never been really pleasurable for her, someone always wanted to use her to satisfy their need, to quench their thirst of lust.

she had never struggled against them, she lay still for them to use her, she believed that the only property one can lay claim to, is ones body.

pleasure should be freely given and freely received. anything from that is assault.

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she noticed Margaret had se..x often, not with one man daily but as much as ten in a day. when she gets to the room, after a customer left, the smell of sweat would hit her nose.


she sees Maggie, often sit over her bucket, with a sachet water, soap and a small bottle of dettol . she told her that was used to keep 'the area' clean and fresh.

she also noticed, prostitute rarely cook, in fact they are not permitted to Cook in the brothel, so they buy food outside which is quite expensive.

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her day of orientation finally came.
Maggie called her inside, after attending to a client of hers.

the two girls seemed to have a certain kind of connection, which was mutual.

Maggie told her a lot about herself and what forced her into prostitution, she told her that she hated the work and hated herself more initially but had come to accept reality.

she told her that, she paid for the room weekly, failure to do so will cause your things to be thrown out to the road.

Margret asked her of her plans. what she intended to do. she said she had none.

she was told to be ready. that a man had taken interest in her.

he will be her first client and she had to impress him with all she got.

she was asked to shower.
for in no time, she will have to sell her body for a price.

the the customer was outside, in the reception . chilling over a bottle of small stout and cigarette.

he was to be her first customer.
that night.

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