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…
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