My First Night As A First Class Prostitute

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If anyone had told me six hours before now that I would be in a room with this aged fat man, all dressed looking like a first class ‘runs babe’, I would have argued with them. I stared around, looking almost confused.

It was a Friday and Dorcas, my roommate, had called me to inform me of a party happening later in the day.

She called me from home, and although her plan when she was leaving on Wednesday was to return to on Sunday evening, she changed her mind and decided to come back to the hostel on Friday evening so she could attend the bash of a popular rich man in Lagos.

Dorcas is a party girl. The only thing that can make her not go for any big party in town is exams. And we had finished our second semester exams on Tuesday, with few practicals left for the coming week, hence, her decision to go home on Wednesday and return on Sunday.

It was as if Dorcas knew I was officially the ‘most bored person’ in the world that day when she put a call to me telling me about the said bash which her mother had invited her to.

From the way she sounded on phone, there were lots of incentives attached to being present at the party. Meeting with top politicians and top influencers in the country (which I was not too keen about), going home with lots of cash if you know how to play your game quite well… (I didn’t know what that really meant, but was hoping everything would be just fine), and so many more!

I just wanted to have fun in the company of my friends, get out of this my boredom state which I had been for 48 hours and return back with well… money!

I knew that I was a smart girl (I still am), so no matter what games they might be planning for everybody present at the party to do to win some money, I was sure of myself.

Just like Dorcas, I had no boyfriend but although Dorcas had been in and out of five relationships, I really could not figure out why I could not hold on to one.

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