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    “Are you going out there again?" Sander's voice bubbled through the thick silence preeminent in the room.

    Kensington nods gently and drops the lip gloss. She smacks her lips softly and checks herself out in the mirror. Her look isn't looking satisfying enough, she picks the contour and begins to apply it over her face.

  “Kenzie," Sander called, throwing her hands on her shoulders. A dissatisfied smile painted her face, “I don't like seeing you all dressed like this," she gestured at the revealing skimpy dress that showed off her cleavages and thigh.

  Sander has been her only friend. The only one she had before she met Jerome, her boyfriend.

“Is he making you do all this?" Sander continues, packing up her hair in a pony tail style.

   Kensington groaned and yanked her hair from her grip, she jolted to her feet, “You are ruining my makeup." 

   She let her hair fall freely over her shoulders.

  “Don't tell me you are doing this because of him?" 

 By him, Sander was referring to Jerome. Of course she is quite aware of his debts and how he cried his ass out while telling her about the debt.

  Kensington, being a soft girl and so naive, accepted his terms in order to pay off his debts.

And his terms? A ridiculous thought that has plunged her in a dangerous path.

  Kensington's face glistened brightly, a small smile which Sander believes is a fake one sits gallantly on her face while she picks up her red sachet bag. She slips a pack of condoms into the bag.

  Sander feels disgusted watching her only friend live a terrible life.

“Kenzie, You have to stop doing this…”

"Sander!!” She yelled. 

   The room maintained a silent decorum, they stared into each other's eyes like they were having a tug of war.

"Whatever I do with my life is none of your business. Face your life and let me live mine,” She rasped in aggravation. Breaking her gaze, she stomped out of the room.

 Sander let out a wheezy breath and collapsed on the chair. The sound of Kensington's feet as she trolled down the old metal stairs resounded across the whole two storey house.

"Oh God!!” She mumbled and ran her hands over her face. She pushed her body off the chair and began to get her stuff ready to leave for her workplace.

She worked as a child care worker in a local child care center. She pulled the pile of books into her bag, picked up her phone and left the room. She locked it behind her and began to trudge down the staircase.

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  Just like every other shoot, Kensington felt disgusted. While she laid on the bed with dozens of hands running about her body, her insides twisted with pain and hurt at what her life had become 

She hated it. But she has no other choice. 

  Sweat pricked her face, she took a towel and wiped off the sweat trickling down her face. She felt a hand smack against her butt cheek. 

  She winced in disdain, “Keep your old hands to yourself, man," She snapped at the grey haired man whose teeth were stained yellow.

 He chuckled and rounded the huge mahogany table. She threw the towel on the table and pounded her fist hard on the table when he had taken his seat.

His brows snapped high, “How can I help you?"

  His eyes roamed freely down her face. It lingered on her open cleavage. His core throbbed. His throat bobbed up and down, he tightened his legs and inched close to her. He didn't break his gaze from her open cleavage, it gave him the relishment he felt he needed.

“I love the view before me," He said hoarsely and stretched his hands forward. With a grunt, Kensington leaned away from him.

“I need my money, man." 

  Her tone was acrid. She had been in this for two months and hadn't received her money.

   The man rubbed his hands together and leaned back on his chair, “Well, They haven't paid," He said nonchalantly.

 Kensington snorted, “I don't care, Henry. Give me my damn share…” 

   She was pissed. Doing this dirty shit as a profession was irritating already. Her gaze burned into his face as she stared at him.

"Your share?” Henry chuckled. He ran his hands through his grey hair, “I have paid your freaking share, Young lady." 

   Her brows snapped together, “What?" She mumbled and dug her phone out from her bag.

 She scanned through her account balance. No payment has been made into the account since the past two months.

“You are a freaking Liar, Old man," She screamed, charging at him ferociously and waving her phone before his face.

  He clicked his tongue and flicked his finger while shaking his head, “Be careful, Young lady. Don't go about accusing an old man. Don't you.." he warned and flipped through the pages of a book on the table precisely his account records.

  He swiped the book over to her. Her eyes widened. The man was saying the truth afterall. The payments have all been made but not into her account.

“Why? How?" 

“You didn't read the terms and conditions before agreeing to this, did you?" The old man quizzed, his brows raised high to meet his hairline.

   All of her shares have been paid into her Manager's account. Her Manager, Jerome, her boyfriend who has been on her neck to get the money.

  He called her the other night and pressured her to get her shares.

  Her head swirled around. It felt heavy as though the whole world had been placed upon her shoulders. Her heart palpitated.

 Henry had a wide smile on his face as he slammed the book shut. He rubbed his beards while he watched her leave with her head bent over her shoulder.

 Jerome has taken payments on her behalf without her knowledge. She ordered a ride to Jerome's place.

    She gave a subtle knock on the door. She waited for a response, getting none, she resumed to knock even more harder than the first. 

   There was no response. She turned about her heels and began to struttle out of the porch.

 Then she heard a sound. Not too loud.

Soft, calm and gentle. A sound that made her knees buckle.

     It was a small moan sound. She paused, her grip tightening around her bag.

  Next, a sultry laughter tore through the serenity of the area. It sounded so feminine not like Jerome's.