The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 5
Written by: Frank The Writer
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She smiled saying, “Nothing at all, just obey my orders and instructions and I guarantee you satisfaction and pleasure, you seem to be so fresh to what I have in mind, I have a feeling you would love it, just trust me, would you?”
I looked at the money in her hand, it looked so tempting. I smiled, then looked at her eyes again. She kissed me on the cheek, rubbing my @$$ again, and said, “Take them, sweetie, just trust me, you won’t regret it.”
I took the money and placed them away.
She hugged me so close, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me the longest, most passionate kiss on the lips, twisting her tongue in my mouth, I was frozen. But gradually, I started cooperating with her. Truth is, I did not feel a thing in the beginning, but once she pulled back, got on her knees in front of me, looking at my body, upwards, feeling my legs, and thighs, bringing her hand higher under my dress.
She got up again, hugged me so close while both of her hands rubbed my @$$, then whispered in my ear, “Baby, if you walk down the street with this dress, not only you would see tents poking the men’s trousers, but you would see women’s N?pplës hardening too, you may even notice some liquids seeping down the women’s legs.”
I smiled saying, “You don’t mean that about women. Do you?”
She then smiled, holding my hand, and said, “Do you want to find out by yourself?”
I was mute. I didn’t understand what she meant by that. She pulled my hand under her skirt to her pu$$y over the P@ntiës, I felt her P@ntiës soaking wet, almost dripping juices.
She looked me in the eyes saying, “That is what you have done to me, so can you imagine?” she pushed me against the wall, and started passing her hand, her tongue all over my body, till she got me naked and got between my legs.
It was the first time I have ever been with a woman till that moment, but she sure made me cvm three times while she was licking, eating, and finger f*cking my pu$$y. She proved to be right to me, she was one hell of a pu$$y eater, that was the first time, I have ever made prostitution money on women, but not the last.
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Liisa and I dashed out of the room and met Kelvin outside. He was attending to someone. I had changed back to my dress while Lisa asked me to keep the dress for future purposes. I was really excited she finally gifted me the cloth. I couldn’t thank her enough but she said that was only one out of many that would come if I comply with her demands. She paid for the dress; she made payment to Kelvin and told him the cloth now belongs to me.
Kelvin let out a naughty smile. I bet he already knew Lisa was a Les. He needed nobody to tell him what had transpired between us. I knew Kelvin wouldn’t mind if she comes back for more, as long as she pays well.
“Thank you, Mrs. Joyce, for your patronage,” Kelvin said when she was about to head to where she parked her car.
“You are welcome.”
“Um, Jane, I’ll give you a call,” she turned in my direction.
I simply nodded my head like an agama lizard. I was still battling with guilt for doing what is considered taboo. I never imagined I would settle for such an illicit act. I was lost in my imagination as I stood there staring at no particular thing. The loud screeching of Lisa’s car brought me back to reality as she drove off on her flashy black Lexus 350.
Kelvin quickly called in and asked what transpired between Lisa and I. The money she gave me was still in my hand as I stood dumbfounded and shy.
How do I tell him she did this and that to me? He reached for the money in my hand and counted it.
“Wow! Seventy-five thousand naira,” Kelvin said excitedly. I was just staring at him and still speechless.
“So, what did he do to you?” he asked the second time.
“She’s a lesbian,” my short and simple response.
“Oh! Well, I’m not surprised,” he said.
“Why?”
“She doesn’t give a f*ck about me.”
“And what if she’s bisëxual?”
“That’s her business.”
I simply giggled.
“You know how we share it. Take your percentage and keep mine.” He went inside.
This was the genesis of once a street virgin girl who once survived by selling fruits in the streets but eventually turned into a bisëxual prostitute. This was how my life evolved from hooking up with men and women in Abuja. A lot is really happening in Abuja.
Well, I’ll tell you more as the story unfolds.
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I got home that day and secretly counted all the money I had made so far. It was above half a million and they were in cash. I was nineteen and had yet to open a bank account. I turned 18 the previous year but had no reason to have a bank account. I had nothing to save there. I was merely a fruit seller. Having that huge amount of money in cash was absurd, so I needed to open a bank account since I was legible to do so. It was time to save up for my family and my school expenses, peradventure my dream comes true. I carefully hid the money from where either my mom or Chucks would see it before I open the account and deposit it all.
Well, I knew I was making illicit money. I knew I was making money the wrong way. I was only nineteen and my body count had exceeded 10, almost my age. It would definitely get to 19 if I don’t get to quit. I told myself I would stop as soon as I make enough money to take my family out of cutting corners. I have started already and I needed to hit big before quitting.
Fast forwarding, Kelvin was hooking me up with rich clients, and they no longer come to the shop. I meet up with them in different hotels in town and sometimes in their house, depending on who was involved. I usually have some expensive clothes I used for my outings and neither my mom nor my brother had seen any of them.
I usually have like 2 to 3 appointments in a week and after which we shared the money 60/40. Kelvin took the larger percentage at the end of the day. I wasn’t complaining because it was him who got the clients. Most of the people I sleep with are multi-millionaires and they paid generously. One told me he had made up his mind never to marry and nobody would convince him to do otherwise. There were so many weird stories about these people but that wasn’t my business. I was after my money at the end of the day.
Kelvin had always advised me to play safe and avoid getting pregnant, which would ruin our business. I usually take pills after sëx. Some of them prefer having unprotected sëx while others use condom.
One Thursday night, I got a call from Lisa. She asked if I would be free the next day. I told her weekends were usually our busy days at work. Lisa wanted me to come over for a night party the next day being Friday. And she wanted me to come on that exact dress she gifted me.
Long story short, I got to shop the next day after Jamb lesson. Kelvin announced to my comfort that he intends to do some renovation at the shop, so we won’t be working throughout the weekend. What a coincidence. Deep down I was excited but I did act like I wasn’t. I didn’t tell Kelvin about my appointment with Lisa because I knew he would want to have his share at the end of the day.
I got home around 3 pm and mom was shocked to see me. She had pondered if I lost my job. I lied to her. I told her Kelvin and I would be going to buy some materials at Lagos later in the evening and we would come back the next day. It really didn’t sit well with my mom. She said I have never followed him before, so why now?
Well, I convinced her by adding that, Kelvin wanted me to know places he buys them so I could buy them when he’s not available. Mom was finally convinced. To make her happier, I went to the closest market and bought soup ingredients. I made a rich egusi soup that would serve my mom and Chucks for the night and the next day.
“Jane, where do you say you get all this money from?” Mom queried.
“Mom, how many times will you ask me this question? I have told you some customers gift me. I get tips from generous ones. I’m a girl you know.”
“Hmmm.. And you think they don’t mean any harm?”
“No, mom. They don’t. They are just regular customers. Some people are just generous.”
“Well, you just have to be careful. The days are evil.”
“Alright, mom. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. ‘Very soon, everywhere go stew’ Just chill.” It rather slipped out of my tongue. I didn’t mean to say that like I was expecting something huge.
“What do you mean by that? Very soon? Is there something you are expecting?”
“Not really, mom. Don’t you believe in God anymore? Do you want us to continue in this abject poverty forever?”
“God forbid! God’s time is always the best. I know he will surely come through for us. He’s the husband to the widows,” she said and quoted a Bible verse.
“Eehe, now you are talking.”
She let out a contagious smile, and I smiled back.
Later in the evening, it was around 6:30 pm when I called Lisa on phone and informed her I would be coming to the party. She was excited and promised to text me the venue once I end the call. She also asked me to come along with that skimpy cloth.
No, how do I leave this place wearing that dress that exposes part of my sensitive body? Mom would surely rebuke me. She would think I was going for a different place other than what I had told her earlier.
Well, as a sharp street girl, I suddenly came up with a good idea that would work perfectly, since I have got money in my possession.
To be continued…
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