The Virgin Street Girl ? ?
Episode 6
Written by: Frank The Writer
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When I was ready to leave that evening, I booked an Uber, I wore one of my causal clothes and packaged the skimpy clothes in a colored nylon, and made sure my mom didn’t get to see it. I wrapped it inside my thick jacket which I held in my hand. My small bag was on the other hand as I bid mom goodbye. When finally the Uber was closer. I told mom I was leaving.
“Safe travels. Always pray and be careful with Kelvin.”
“Yes, mom. I will.”
She stood and watched me as I walked through the corridor that leads to the main gate.
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Inside the Uber, I tried exchanging pleasantries with the driver to find out the kind of person he was, and probably see if my plans would work out. He seemed friendly with his responses. After about fifteen minute drive, I then pleaded with him that I would like to change my clothes.
At first, he laughed and thought I was joking, not until I showed him the clothes and promised to pay him extra. I knew it was a bad ethic and they frown at such things. I was able to convince him and promised to pay him more.
He finally obliged my pleas. I was seated in the back seat. It was easier to change my clothes behind him while he speeded through the tarred road. I changed into the fancy, expensive skimpy cloth after about ten minutes of pulling off and wearing it back.
The driver never looked back until I was done. I thanked him as I heaved a big sigh of relief. He also didn’t pester me with silly questions while I changed my clothes. I had thought he would, but the dude was minding his business. He was probably after his money.
“Over there,” he said as he applied break and pointed out through the windscreen. I pooped up my head and I saw the tall building decorated with shiny lights. The name on top was the same as the name Lisa sent.
“Okay,” I said and adjusted myself vehemently before alighting from the cab. He turned and look at me, and then let out a naughty smile. I can’t really say what was in his mind but I knew he must have sensed I was there for one filthy purpose. His money was 5k but I paid him 8k. He thanked me and zoomed off.
Just when he drove off, my phone beeped. I looked at the screen, it was Lisa on the phone. I quickly swiped right and placed the phone on my ear.
“Hello, Jane, where are you?” she asked.
“ I’m outside.”
“Oh! You are there already?”
“Yes. Where are you?”
I was standing outside of the grand entrance with my oversized jacket to cover me from cold and part of my exposed body. I was so uncomfortable as people were going in and out of the entrance and some women were staring at me weirdly.
“Jane, I’m sorry. I’m currently stuck in traffic. Just go in and make yourself comfortable.”
“How are you going to find me? This place is so noisy to even make calls,” I replied with a frown look.
I wanted to say: “You are the one who dragged me into this d@mn party and now you’re stuck in traffic.”
But instead, I said: “I feel so uncomfortable here. Please, be fast.”
“Jane, I’m sorry.” She apologized in a sweet tone.
“I’m waiting. Just be fast, okay.”
“Thank you, my darling. You’ll see me soon. I’m driving.”
She hung up.
I breathed in the cold air and glanced at the entrance of the party and back to the counter. I caught several eyes staring at me and I quickly averted my eyes. I was hesitant to go in. I haven’t been to a party like this. I fidgeted around my necklace nervously. I was finally walking inside to have a seat and wait for Jane, and who knows if she is actually on the road as she claimed. I had pondered, as I walked in.
The hotel was a very big and luxurious one. I’m sure the building must have been designed by one demigod. I haven’t seen such a beauty before.
I walked up to the counter, giving them the ticket I got from the gate.
“Your jacket, please,” asked one of the ladies.
“Oh! Sorry…,” I replied speedily, making me feel stupid. I took down my jacket and they placed it into one of the lockers and gave me a number. I took it and slipped it down into my small back handbag. The other lady at the counter stared at me from top to bottom, examining me and that made me feel like she was seeing through my naked body. I felt uncomfortable and timid with the dress.
If not that Lisa insisted I come with the dress, I’d have gone in more comfortable cloth. But Lisa wouldn’t care. She just wants me to obey her orders and instructions.
Now, I’m stuck wearing this attention-seeking dress that reveals my back with a very low v-neck that reveals my chest down to my belly. The only thing that keeps the dress from falling off my body was a zipper that was made from the side of the dress. I pulled in a nose mask that matched my dress.
Not long after I went in, I got a WhatsApp message from Lisa. She sent two photos (selfie) of her driving.
“Drive safe,” I texted back.
“Thanks, darling,” she sent.
I took the bold move and walked into the ballroom. Many strangers were talking and laughing among themselves while some danced in the center of the room. I have never experienced such in my life before. I only watched them in movies. It was actually my first ever party. My mom would skin me alive if she get to find out I attended a party. It was one of those things she forbade Chucks and I from doing. If only she knew several parties Chucks had sneaked out to attend for his musical stuff.
Well, if not that Kelvin’s shop being under maintenance, I wouldn’t have been here. I said to myself as I stood at the far end of the corner of the room from the undivided attention that I was getting. I took out my phone from my bag and clicked on my Snapchat. I sent Lisa some pictures minutes later, but she seemed not online to see them.
I was still standing in there, and boom, a man walked up to me dressed in sleeveless and a short. He had drinks in his right hand and a cigarette in his left hand.
“Care for a drink?” he said.
“No. Thank you.”
The stales from the smoke filled my nostrils and I coughed.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Thank you,” I replied.
I looked around and noticed everyone had a drink with them. I was the only odd person. The dude urged me to have one drink for myself and have fun. He had a sugar-coated mouth and was able to do the convincing. I eventually succvmbed. I took the drink and he flashed a smile at me, revealing his yellow dentition. I blushed shyly and took a sip. I was wowed by the taste of what I just sipped. I have never thought an alcoholic drink would taste so nice. Why then did my mom forbade us from drinking? I continued to drink and I felt all giddy inside—rather than isolating myself from the crowds I found myself in the center of the room. I danced alone while holding the drink in my hand.
Every time I saw the drink from the server, I gladly took it into my hand and drank. There were a couple of men in there; they have their eyes on me and three out of them went their way to reach out to me. I flashed a smile to them, trying to be social and cool while still waiting for Lisa’s arrival. The three men walked up to me to dance along to the beat of afrobeat that blasted through an unseen stereo.
I felt so high and I didn’t have to care about the Sh|tty world that I lived in. I really wanted this kind of moment to last forever. It was my first and I was enjoying every bit of it.
“H-hey! You guys get your hands off my friend now,” Lisa voiced from the entrance. They turned surprisingly at her and gradually danced away from my side as she approached.
“Look at you,” she smiled.
I was all smile and didn’t get to utter a word. I still had some drink in my hand.
“You are already going all out and crazy. How many have you taken?” she queried.
“I don’t even know,” I admitted.
“Maybe two or three or so,” I guessed.
“Janeeee…,” she stressed my name.
“What?”
“You want to get drunk?” she yelled.
“Ah! I think it’s just two. I’m not sure.”
“d@mn! You don’t even know what you are saying again. Are you tipsy?”
“No! I’m not.”
“Okay. That’s enough already. Stop drinking. I need you to get some water.”
“No.” I giggled.
“Why no?”
“I don’t want water. I want that pineapple drink over there.”
“Jane, stop! You need some water to dilute wh@tëver you must have taken before my arrival. How am I even sure you are not drunk?”
I noticed Lisa was sad. She sighed slowly. I actually didn’t like how she interrupted the fun I was having with those guys. I felt free and relaxed with them but she cut short the moment out of jealousy.
“Stay here,” Lisa ordered.
“Don’t move. Let me get you some water,” she added.
“Oh! Okay,” I replied reluctantly.
She looked at me in some sort of disappointment and walked out.
I continued to shake my hip until I accidentally bump into someone. She had a perfect body with a small waist. She had a small rainbow handkerchief around her neck. She got a beautiful wavy blonde hair. She was smiling at me.
“Why is she dancing alone?” I overheard her say.
“Then dance with me,” I teased her and blinked, sending her signals.
She flashed me a smile and before I knew what was going on, she dragged me out of the ballroom. I laughed alongside her. I didn’t know what she was up to. Before I could say, Jack, she started kissing me. That really felt so good. I groaned when she pulled back the kiss.
“You want more kitten?” she teased.
I simply nodded my head. Oh! My God. When did I get so brave? She pulled me and we moved to another corner. There was a dim light over there. We ran through hallways with our lips still locked on each other. She hits a room and flashed her card to one of the girls, allowing us to go in. We went into the room and she locked the door and quickly switched on the blue light in the room. I was a bit tipsy but I was conscious of what was going on.
She pushed me onto the bed and smiled. She took off her nose mask which had been covering her elegant face with a pointed nose. I licked my lips and it seemed to turn her on. She crawled onto the bed and on top of me. She pulled off my nose mask to see my full face. She smiled crazily at me, making my heart flutter.
She leaned down to kiss me and began to unzip my dress. I felt a quick relief when that tight dress was suddenly being lifted off, but the pleasure didn’t end there.
To be continued…
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