THE SECRET PAINS OF A PROSTITUTE PART 2

I became special to myself, I saw myself as someone everyman needs, but all for a while. I looked forward to the weekends, and the parties with the big boys never ended.  I started getting to know some other guys in the city, who would call us when chairmen are in town. We have three dedicated cab men, who answer when we call, and Helen brought in Joseph, a strong cultist in the school, to protect us from other guys, from coming close. The protection wasn’t free though, he had his own share….

The next hangout was at the golf course in Asokoro. I saw billionaires and sat close to them. These men lack respect for women. They can say whatever pleases them and do whatever they like anywhere. The affairs of our nation were being deliberated on a table while drinking. They don’t drink lavishly like young guys, they instead spend massively.

 A General was the first to be interested in me. We were more than sixty girls for this occasion and they were like twenty. I have never had a threesome before that day, but I’ve seen it in movies I use in practicing. With the crowd of ladies that day, it’s obvious you can’t have one man to yourself. We need to share. We got talking and he started sounding like a father to me. I thought I’ve met the wrong person and I started looking around for Helen to help me relocate to a better person.

He picked up his phone and called, two guys came in a hurry and he told me to follow them. They will take you to our room; make yourself comfortable right, I’ll be with you shortly.

The respect the two military guys gave me was the height of discipline. Even when their boss wasn’t there, they dare not look back. The drive to the hotel room was in less than ten minutes, and at the reception the first shocker was about to project itself. The girl at the reception was my secondary school classmate. She was one of the most beautiful girls in our school. Half Nigerian, half Indian.

Hello good evening, she said.

Good evening as one of the officers approached the desk.

Room 213 please....

General’s room?

Yes. 

I saw her face but wasn’t sure, thus I wanted to dodge but she saw me also.

Beatrice, she called and I moved closer. We greeted and in a while I was happy I had someone to talk with. What are you doing here she asked? I was about telling her a lie but the truth slipped out. I came in with General I said. Jesus! I felt embarrassed as we were walking towards the officers. The room was on the second floor, and the elevator wasn’t working. It wasn’t too difficult getting there, and in all sincerity she amazed me.  She knelt on the passage and begged me: Beatrice, please hook me up also; make my life better, don’t leave me like this. I pulled her up in embarrassment. I got a pen from her, gave her my number and two thousand naira. Call me tomorrow. The thank you was amazing and this moment, I thanked God I was exposed on time.

General Shuaib had to wake me up to perform the duties I was invited for. With my last strength, I became active, and for the first time, I knew the powers of a woman when having sex is great. I was on top of him, and my strokes were heavenly. He promised heaven and earth, while I tickled his balls. I thought he was joking like Bright does, but all was reality the next day.

This was the first time I was dropped back in school, with an official vehicle. I was given a direct number to reach the General, and he gave me a cheque of five hundred thousand naira. I was the happiest person in this world and jealousy set in. Lolade called me the next day at the close of work from the hotel, and I gave her the description. It wasn’t difficult for her to locate, based on desperation I guess. I admitted her into my house, gave her some clothes, gave her ten thousand and I subconsciously had a house help. She did everything in the house.

Helen became jealous and our friendship was lost, but with General beside me, I needed nobody. I was a good sex escort to General. We got so close, I started loving him. I would miss him sometimes, and whenever he travels without taking me along, I felt he cheated on me. It got so bad, I call him baby. His wife was the dumbest wife I’ve ever seen, she knows me, and General told her my dad was his colleague in the NDA, but with the death of my father, he is like a guardian to me. Thus she didn’t notice I have taken over in many responsibilities that belonged to her. She also sends me money: sometimes twenty thousand or above.

Exams were approaching and I saw myself getting into three hundred level. I had all the money to block all lecturers. My class rep was on my payroll and my assignment coordinators also. I was living life in excess. I couldn’t make most of the trips with general any longer, and couldn’t come to town. I needed to read. His wife brought food stuffs for me, and some money. Her advices were genuine and I felt it for once I was wrong. But nobody can take General away from me. This particular evening, General sent Musa and Sidney to come pick me. I had gone to class, thus my number was switched off. Lolade was at home when they came.

Musa asked after me and she said I went to my boyfriend’s house, General was mad when Musa called; he told General he heard I was in my boyfriend’s place. He ordered they should bring lolade along that she might tell him the whole truth about my behaviour, and that was the last of General Shauib I had. 

The good I intended was used against me. There was nothing I didn’t convince General with, but as he tasted the new Congo, called Lolade, the pleasure diverted. The convoys, the calls, the money, the bragging power and security were all gone. So I needed another chairman………….