Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62
We watched in utter
bewilderment as Emmanuel went
and took a sit on the bed.
”Guy, wetin be the problem na
dis wan your face just squeeze
like this?” I asked.
”Na dat girl o! Can you imagine
say she no gree make I touch her
brêast?” Emmanuel complained.
”Why she go talk dat kain
rubbish abi you neva pay am?” I
interviewed further so as to get a
better insight on why a paid
prostitutê will be acting in that
manner.
”She dey talk say I go need pay
her extra money if I wan touch
her breåst. Say the one wey I pay
before na only to fuçk,”
Emmanuel explained while still
fuming. One of the ways to really
hurt a man is for a lady to deny
him access to her body especially
when he is on heat. It makes the
emotionally weak breeds of men
do unimaginable things. I was
still trying to work out a possible
solution to the situation when I
heard ”baby, let me go and talk
to her. I’m coming back”. It was
the girl with me. She had offered
to talk to her friend and possibly
get her to allow Emmanuel do
whatever he wishes.
”Hmmm, baby kwa? You guys are
really enjoying yourselves o!”
Emmanuel assumed with a
mischievous smile as soon as the
girl had left the room. I simply
laughed at his unfounded
assertion without giving him a
definite reply.
.
My girl returned after a while. She
informed Emmanuel that
everything had been settled and
that he can now go and have fun
with his own girl. Emmanuel
thanked her, stood up and then
left our room for his.
”That reminds me, what is your
name?” I asked her as soon as
Emmanuel left the room.
”Hmmm, my name is Sandra,”
she replied. I knew that was not
her original name. It was a norm
for ladies of her type to have
numerous names. Sandra went
and bolted the door but before
she returned I had already
assumed my ‘don’t disturb’ me
position. She climbed the bed
and lay beside me but this time
she kept to herself. After about
an hour of silence, she must have
felt I had dozed off because she
started rubbing my chest with
her right hand. I pretended not
to have noticed the encroaching
hand. She continued for
sometime before navigating
down south. I held her hand as
she was about to slid it into my
private constituency. She sat up
and then asked me why I was
avoiding her as a plague. I
believe my actions must have
gave her reason to be concerned.
She must have planned to give
me a special treat that would get
me endeared to her. This is how
the ladies in such trade usually
get men as regular customers. A
well serviced man will stop at
nothing to making more future
appointments thereby increasing
her chances of making more
money.
”Look Sandra, I can’t do anything
with you as long as I paid you on
that term. I know you are not
into this business because you
like it. I have respect for
womanhood and I can’t see
myself taking advantage of your
situation,” I preached. I took
enough time to pour out my
mind to her in an attempt to
make her understand the risk
she was exposing herself to. It
was at this point that she broke
down crying. When she was
done she now opened up to tell
me who she really is. She said her
mum hailed from Rivers state
while her father is a peasant
farmer from Abia state
coincidentally from a village 3
kilometers away from mine
though from same community.
The parents had separated many
years ago which made her mum
to abandon her and left. She was
living with her sick grandmother.
In the day she worked as an
apprentice in a hair-dressing and
beauty salon while in the night
she goes out to ‘hustle’ in other
to take care of her grandmother
and herself pending when she
opened her own beauty salon.
Even though her story sounds
quite pitiable but I adviced her
that there is never a reason
genuine enough to make her go
into such trade. It was better she
sold second hand clothing at
Ngwa road market every
Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays
just like some ladies in worse
conditions do. She thanked me
with a promise to quit her
present night business.
”My name is Onyinyechi and not
Sandra,” she confessed with a
lowered head. Finally, she
requested for my phone number
but I declined. Nevertheless, I
collected hers with a promise to
call her someday.
We lay back on the bed and in no
distant time she slept off. I sat up
a few times to watch a young
beautiful prostitutê sleep.
Life can be unfair to some
people…
