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Upon arriving in the city, Janet Jackson, a 20-year-old woman wearing a short green dress, and Lara Almond, also 20, stood at the front of a magnificent black gate.

Janet said, “Come, Lara, let’s go inside.”

Lara responded, “No, Janet, you didn’t tell me we were going to a hotel.”

Janet frowned as she stood at the entrance to her madam’s brothel home. She had previously traveled down to her village to bring Lara because she wanted to help Lara move out of poverty.

Janet replied, “Lara, I can’t keep standing out here with you. Fine, if you don’t want to go inside, you can continue standing out here alone. I have a lot of work to do inside and my madam has been calling me since morning.”

Lara frowned. She was a light-skinned beauty, very attractive, and she was not foolish enough not to know where Janet had taken her.

She knew that Janet’s parents were poor and still lived in the village, but with Janet’s lifestyle and beautiful dresses, she could not help but admire her, since she mostly wore rags.

Lara replied, “I need to go back home to the village. I cannot go in there with you.”

Madam Alora stepped out and saw Janet standing by the gate. She remembered that Janet had asked permission to travel to her village to bring her best friend to the city. Janet had promised that her best friend was beautiful and super attractive.

It was 6:30 p.m., and soon most of Madam Alora's eligible customers, who patronized them, would arrive at her brothel home.

She had only four internal ladies who worked there: Janet, Sophia, Edith, and Mimi.

She did not accept much older ladies, as they proved too stubborn for her to handle and also wanted to know her secrets.

Besides, she mostly had young men coming into her brothel home to patronize her ladies.

Madam Alora asked, “What’s going on there, Janet?”

Janet replied, “Good evening, ma. It’s my friend I spoke to you about, Lara Almond. She doesn’t want to come inside and has been standing outside by the gate since we arrived.”

Madam Alora sighed. “Hmph. It’s all right. You go inside. I’m coming.”

Madam Alora walked out, dressed in a black short gown that barely reached her knees and revealed her dark thighs. She wore red slippers and walked majestically toward the gate. Her eyes grew wider when she saw the beauty goddess standing outside beside her gate with the tattered traveling bag she had brought from the village.

Lara greeted her. “Good evening, ma.”

Madam Alora replied, “Yes, welcome. Why are you standing out here by the gate? Come inside.”

Lara replied, “No, ma. Is this not a hotel?”

Madam Alora frowned, forced a fake smile, and replied, “No, my dear. Or what do you know is a hotel? Have you been to one before?”

Lara said, “No, ma, but—”

She peeped inside the gate and saw some ladies dressed in almost exposed clothes. She gulped, shook her head, and said, “Please, ma, help me call Janet. I need to go back home to the village. I cannot go in there.”

Lara began to cry, and Madam Alora’s eyes narrowed at her.

Madam Alora had been getting calls from wealthy and powerful men requesting beautiful young ladies to warm up their beds.

Seeing the cute, fair-skinned lady standing outside her gate without any makeup, she shook her head and asked, “Do you have your transport fare to go back home to the village?”

Lara slowly sniffed as she stared up at Madam Alora’s face.

Lara replied, “No, ma.”

Madam Alora said, “Then you will have to work for it. Are you coming inside or not? And mind you, this is not a hotel. I 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. Now you have just gotten here and want to go back to your village again! How ungrateful of you to come here to my home and insult me first without even saying thank you, ma.”

Lara held her traveling bag and apologized. “I am sorry, ma.”

Madam Alora replied, “Keep your sorry to yourself and come inside now, before I ask my guards to lock my gate back.”

Lara stood speechless for a while, not knowing what to do. She pushed the gate open and walked in. She could hear the faint sound of music coming from the beautiful mansion in front of her as she followed Madam Alora, who walked majestically toward the house frontage, and they entered the beautiful living room.

Madam Alora called, “Janet!”

Janet replied, “Yes, Madam.”

Madam Alora said, “Show your friend to the room, and prepare her.”

Lara refused. “No...”

Madam Alora asked, “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. Better move with Janet quickly, or I will call my guards now to throw you out this minute.”

Lara gulped and stared at the rest of the young ladies standing in the beautiful living room, which was decorated with a golden chandelier, golden seats, and golden curtains. The living room was painted off-white, and Janet spoke to her.

“Come, Lara, let’s go.”

Lara hesitated and then followed Janet, knowing the beautiful woman was not joking about throwing her out.

They walked into a room painted pink, and Janet kindly collected Lara’s tattered traveling bag from her hand and spoke to her. “Lara, I know you’re still finding it hard to believe what I do here in the city, but it is not prostitution.”

Lara responded, “Liar! You’re lying to me. You should have told me before now. I told you I don’t want to sleep with any man for money. I don’t want to lose my virginity until I am married.”

Janet said, “Hmph. I’m sorry, Lara, but what’s the point of you keeping it? You, your sister, brother, and mother could barely feed, as your father is old, and your mother knew this before she ran to him and married him. And knowing he already had a family before, did she think about her virginity or about any of you that she brought into this world?”

Lara yelled, “Shut up, Janet! And don’t you dare insult my mother!”

Janet responded, “I’m not insulting her, Lara. I’m only being honest with you. Look, I’m using the latest iPhone. I have a car here. Do you think I have all that by keeping my virginity?”

Lara yelled, “Shut up, Janet! That’s you and not me. If you had told me before that it’s prostitution, I wouldn’t have followed you here. Now your madam said I have to work for my transportation fare to go back to the village. And how will I work for it? If it is with my Vee-J, I cannot sleep with a man for money, so it’s best you borrow me the money and let me go back to the village tonight.”

Janet burst out laughing and replied, “No, Lara, you’re not going anywhere. I wish I could lend you my money and give it to you for free, but you see, any money I get from going out, my madam takes 70 percent and gives me only 30 percent. And it is not even enough for me to take care of myself, let alone give to you.”

Lara frowned. “You should have told me before, Janet.”

Lara began to sob.

Janet apologized. “I’m sorry, Lara. Let’s hurry up and bathe before 8 p.m. so we can eat and have some time to prepare before we leave.”

Lara replied, “Leave me alone. I’m not eating or preparing to go anywhere with you, you wicked fellow.”

Janet smiled and walked past Lara to take her bath in her bathroom. The room was hers, and since Lara was new, her madam had not given Lara a room of her own in the executive mansion.

Lara continued to sob. A few minutes later, Janet stepped out, tying a white towel around her chest, with water dripping down her body.

Janet said, “It’s your turn now. Go in and bathe.”

Lara replied, “No, leave me alone. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Janet yelled, “What has come over you, Lara?! If you don’t hurry up, then be ready to leave, as my madam has a short temper.”

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

Lara asked, “Where’s the towel I will use?”

Janet responded, “There are still about five neat towels in there. I hardly use them. Although we have dry cleaners who wash our clothes, I’m sure they’re still clean.”

Lara stomped her feet on the ground and angrily walked into the bathroom to bathe.

The bathroom was beautiful compared to the local outdoor bathroom they used in Lara's village. They were truly very poor, since her mother had gone ahead and married an already married man with grown-up kids.

Lara had three step-siblings, but they were not close, as her mother was very fair and almost white in complexion, making her fair too. Her younger sister, Esther, was black like their father, while her younger brother, Amos, was fair like her.

They couldn't feed in the village, as her mother later sold fruits in the village square. Since her aged father no longer cared about them and only used her mother to satisfy his sexual urge, even though it had resulted in them.

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