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At the gate entrance of a beautiful house, called Madam Alora's Brothel, Janet Jackson and Lara Almond stood there. They had just arrived from the village.

Janet wore a black dress that perfectly hugged her body, while Lara was wearing a brown dress that was of poor fit.

"Come, Lara, let's go in," Janet said, her voice calm and sweet. Meanwhile, Lara refused to enter the gate. As she peered into the compound, she saw some ladies dressed in almost naked attire.

"No, Janet. I cannot go in there. You did not tell me we were going to a hotel," Lara refused. Her hesitation was clearly evident in her eyes. She held her old, tattered travel box, her hands clutching tightly to her bag.

Janet frowned, because she had travelled down to her village to bring Lara just to help her move out from poverty.

"Lara, I can't keep standing outside here with you. If you do not want to go inside, fine! You can continue to stand out here alone. I have a lot of work to do inside, and my madam has been calling me since morning," Janet replied, her voice loud and firm. Her eyes glared at Lara.

Lara frowned, knowing she was a light-skinned beauty, very attractive, and she wasn't foolish not to know where Janet had taken her. 

Lara was aware that Janet's parents were poor and also in the village. But with the kind of lifestyle and beautiful dresses Janet wore most times, she couldn't help but admire them, as she mostly wore rags. Then she begged to follow Janet to the city.

"I need to go back home to the village. I cannot go in there with you," Lara refused, as some passersby glanced at them.

Madam Alora, a middle-aged woman, stepped out of the house. Peering at the slightly opened gate, she saw Janet standing there. She remembered that Janet had taken permission from her to travel down to her village to bring her best friend to the city. Janet had even promised her that her best friend was very beautiful.

It was past 6 pm, and most of her eligible customers who patronize them would soon be coming into her brothel home, Madam Alora thought.

She had only four internal ladies that were signed up to work: Janet, Sophia, Edith, and Mimi.

Madam Alora did not accept older ladies, as they proved to be too stubborn for her to handle, and also wanted to know her secrets. Besides, she mostly had young clients who patronized her women.

As she approached the gate, Madam Alora queried, "What's going on there, Janet?"

Glancing at her madam, Janet replied, "Good evening, ma'am. This is my village friend that I spoke to you about, Lara Almond. She doesn't want to come inside and has been standing out here by the gate since we arrived."

Janet shot Lara a disdainful look.

Madam Alora glanced at Lara briefly and dismissed Janet, "Hmph. It's alright. You go inside, I'm coming."

"Okay, Madam," Janet replied with a sweet voice, her eyes glaring at Lara as she entered the compound.

Madam Alora exited the gate, dressed in a black short-gown that barely reached her knee and revealed her thighs. She wore a black pair of shoes. Her steps were majestic as she peered at the beautiful young woman by her gate.

Her eyes grew bigger, and her jaws dropped, seeing how beautiful Lara appeared beside the gate.

Lara held her tattered traveling bag firmly. Her grip not letting go, her eyes darted nervously between Madam Alora and the gate that she saw Janet enter.

"Good evening, ma'am," Lara nervously greeted Madam Alora. Her voice was quivering.

"Yes, my dear. Welcome. Why are you standing out here by the gate? Come inside," Madam Alora replied, her tone sweet.

"No, ma'am," Lara replied, taking a closer step to the gate and peering inside. "Is this not a hotel?" Her inquiry was low.

Madam Alora scowled. A forced smile etched on her face, and she replied, "No, my dear. What do you know is a hotel? Have you been to one before?"

Lara shook her head. "No, ma'am, but..." her voice hoarse.

Lara peeped inside the gate once more and saw some semi-nude ladies in almost exposed attire. She gulped, shook her head, and begged, "Please, ma'am, can you help me to call Janet? I need to go back home to the village. I cannot go in there."

Lara began to cry, her eyes filled with tears.

Madam Alora's eyes narrowed at Lara. "Hey, hold the tears," she snapped. "Do you have your transport fare to go back home to the village?"

Lara sniffed, shook her head slowly, and stared up at Madam Alora's face. "No, ma'am," she replied with a trembling voice.

"Then you will have to work for it," Madam Alora smirked. "Are you coming inside or not? Mind you, this is not a hotel. I actually gave Janet money to travel down to your village and bring you here, as she spoke about you disturbing her to come with her to the city. And now you just got here and want to return to your poor village again! How ungrateful of you to come here to my house and insult me first, without even saying thank you, ma'am."

Madam Alora had been getting calls from wealthy men, and seeing how beautiful Lara appeared without makeup, she didn't want to let her go.

Lara held her tattered travelling bag to her chest. Her eyes filled with tears. Her gaze lowered as she apologized, "I am sorry, ma'am."

Madam Alora snapped, "Keep your sorry to yourself and come inside now, before I ask my security guards to lock back my gate."

Lara stood speechless for a while, glancing around and not knowing anyone in the city.

Hesitantly, she walked to the gate. Her movement was slow as she clutched her travel bag.

The sound of music filled her eardrums. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol choked her nostrils, and the semi-nude women made her afraid.

Lara forcibly tagged along with Madam Alora, entering into the bungalow house. Her gaze falling on the women in the living room.

The living room featured a cream painting on the wall and golden furniture and curtains. The house was beautiful but was used for prostitution.

"Janet!" Madam Alora called, her voice loud enough to break through the love song playing in the background.

"Yes, Madam," Janet appeared before Madam Alora.

"Show your friend to your room and prepare her," Madam Alora instructed, her voice neutral.

"No... please," Lara refused to move, her hesitation clear.

"What do you mean by no?! Aren't you going back to the village again? Look, I don't have time to waste on you, and you better be quick to move with Janet, else I will call my guards now to throw you out this minute," Madam Alora snapped, her tone icy.

Lara gulped, staring at the rest of the young women standing in the living room. Her eyes scanned the young women, wondering if they were forced to do the job.

Janet then broke the silence, "Come on, Lara, let's go."

Lara hesitated, but knowing the beautiful woman wasn't joking about throwing her out, her feet moved as she walked into the corridor with Janet.

They entered a room painted in pink.

Janet kindly collected Lara's tattered traveling bag from her hand and said, "Lara, I know you're still finding it hard to believe this is what I do here in the city, but it is not prostitution."

Lara snapped, "You're a liar! You're lying to me, Janet. You should've told me before now that it was prostitution. I told you that I do not want to sleep with any man for money, I do not want to lose my virginity until I am married." She began to cry.

"Hmph. I'm sorry, Lara. But what's the point of keeping your virginity? As you, your mother, and siblings could barely feed in the village. Your father is already old, and your mother knew this before she ran to him and married him. She knew he had a family, but she slept with him. Did she think about her virginity or about any of you that she brought into this world?" Janet questioned, her voice laced with mockery.

"Shut up, Janet! And don't you dare to insult my mother!" Lara yelled, anger coursing through her veins.

"I am not insulting your mother. I am only being honest with you. Look, I am using the latest iPhone, and I've a brand new car here in the city. Do you think I have all that by keeping my virginity?" Janet queried, laughing at Lara.

"Shut up, Janet! That's you and not me. If you had told me beforehand that it was prostitution, then I wouldn't have followed you here to the city. Now your madam said that I have to work for my transportation fare back to the village, and how will I work for it? If it is with my vagina, then you should know that I cannot sleep with a man for money. So, it is best that you borrow me the money, let me go back to the village this night," Lara replied, her eyes pleading with Janet.

"Hahaha!" Janet burst out laughing loudly. Her hands flew to clutch her chest.

"You're so unbelievable, Lara. Well, no, because you're not going anywhere or to that village again. I wish I could borrow you my money and give it to you for free. But you see, any money I get from going out and sleeping with a man, my madam takes 70% and gives me only 30%, and it is not even enough for me to take care of myself, let alone give to you," Janet replied, her voice full of mockery.

"You should've told me before, why, Janet?" Lara began to sob, tears flowing out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lara. Let's hurry up and bathe before it's 8 pm, so that we can have some time to prepare and eat before we leave," Janet responded, moving past Lara to strip off her dress.

Lara yelled, "Leave me alone! I am not eating or preparing to go anywhere with you. You wicked person."

"Haha!" Janet laughed and finished stripping off her black dress. She entered the bathroom to bathe, as the room was hers. And since Lara was new, her madam hadn't yet given Lara a room of her own in the executive mansion.

Lara continued to sob. A few minutes later, Janet got out of the bathroom. Water dripping from her body, a white towel was strapped around her chest.

"It's your turn now, Lara. Go in and bathe," she instructed.

"No, you leave me alone. I am not going anywhere with you," Lara sternly refused, not making an attempt to move.

"What has come over you, Lara? If you do not hurry up, then be ready to leave for the village tonight. As my madam is a little hot-tempered," Janet replied, her voice loud and firm.

Lara sniffed, not having any other choice, she walked towards the bathroom door and stood by the door.

"Where's the towel I will use?" She asked Janet, wiping off her tears.

"There are still about five neat towels in there. I hardly use them. Although we have a drycleaner that washes our clothes, so I'm sure they're still neat," Janet replied with a calm voice.

Lara stomped her feet on the ground and turned, angrily walking into the bathroom.

"Oh my!" Lara gasped. The bathroom was beautiful compared to the local outside bathroom they used in her village.

Her family was poor, as her mother sold fruit at the village square.

Lara had step-siblings, but they did not live together, as her mother lived alone with her children.

Lara was beautiful like her mother with fair skin, but her younger sister, Esther, was black-skinned like their father, while her only younger brother, Amos, was light-skinned like her.

They could barely feed because her mother's fruit business couldn't support their education.

Lara's aged father didn't care about them again and only used her mother to satisfy his sexual urges, even though it resulted in Lara and her two siblings.

Lara knew Janet was right, but she vowed not to sleep with any man until she got married.