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**At Madam Alora's House**

"Come, Lara, let's go inside," said Janet.

Lara responded, "No, Janet, you didn't tell me we were going to a hotel."

Janet frowned as she stood at the gate entrance to her madam's brothel home. She had previously traveled down to her village to bring Lara, wanting to help her 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 to stand 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, and she wasn't foolish enough not to know where Janet had taken her. She knew that Janet's parents were poor and in the village, but she couldn't help but admire Janet's beautiful dresses, as she mostly wore rags.

Lara said, "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 taken permission from her to travel down to her village to bring her best friend to the city, as Janet had promised that her best friend was beautiful and attractive.

It was 6:30 pm, and soon, most of her eligible customers who usually patronized them would be arriving at her brothel home. She had only four internal ladies working: Janet, Sophia, Edith, and Mimi. Madam Alora didn't accept older ladies, as they proved too stubborn to handle and wanted to know her secrets. She mostly had young men coming to her brothel home to patronize her ladies.

Madam Alora asked, "What's going on there, Janet?"

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

Madam Alora sighed. "Alright. You go inside, I'm coming."

Madam Alora walked out, dressed in a black short-gown that barely reached her knee length, revealing her thighs. She wore red slippers and walked majestically towards the gate. Her eyes grew larger as she saw the beautiful goddess standing outside by the gate, with her tattered traveling bag.

Lara greeted, "Good evening, ma'am."

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

Lara responded, "No, ma'am. Is this not a hotel?"

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

Lara said, "No, ma'am, but..." She peeped inside the gate and saw some ladies dressed in almost exposed attire, and she shook her head, saying, "Please, ma'am, 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 receiving calls from high and mighty rich men requesting beautiful young ladies to warm their beds. Seeing the cute, fair-skinned lady standing outside her gate without any makeup, she shook her head and said, "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. "No, ma'am," she replied.

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 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've just got here and want to go back to your village again! How ungrateful of you to come here to my home and to insult me first, without even saying thank you."

Lara held her traveling bag and apologized, "I'm sorry, ma'am."

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

Lara stood speechless for a while, not knowing what to do. She pushed the gate open and walked in, hearing the faint sound of music coming from the beautiful mansion. She tagged along as Madam Alora walked majestically towards the house's frontage, and they walked into the beautiful living room.

Madam Alora called, "Janet!"

Janet replied, "Yes, Madam."

Madam Alora said, "Show your friend to her 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, and you better be quick to move with Janet, else 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 living room decorated with golden chandeliers, seats, and curtains. The living room was painted in an off-white color. Janet spoke to her, "Come, Lara, let's go."

Lara hesitated but finally followed Janet, knowing the beautiful woman wasn't joking about throwing her out.

They walked into a room painted in 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 this is what I do here in the city, but it's not prostitution."

Lara responded, "Liar! You're lying to me. You should've 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'm 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, did she think about her virginity or about any of you that she brought into this world?"

Lara yelled, "Shut up! And don't you dare insult my mother!"

Janet responded, "I'm not, Lara. I'm only being honest with you. Look, I'm using the latest iPhone, and I have a car here. Do you think I have all that by keeping my virginity?"

Lara replied, "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's with my... vagìna, I cannot sleep with a man for money, so it's best you borrow me the money, 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 borrow you my money and give it to you for free, but you see, any money I get from going out, my madam takes 70%, and she gives me only 30%. And it's not even enough for me to take care of myself, let alone give to you."

Lara frowned. "You should've told me before. Why, Janet?"

Lara began to sob.

Janet apologized, "I'm sorry, Lara. Let's hurry up and bathe before it's 8 pm, 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 the bathroom. As the room was hers, and since Lara was new, her madam hadn't 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 from her body.

Janet said, "It's your turn now. Go in and bathe."

Lara replied, "No, you leave me alone. I'm not going anywhere with you."

Janet yelled, "What has come over you, Lara? If you don't do it quickly, then be ready to leave, as my madam is a little hot-tempered."

Lara sniffed and, having no other choice, walked towards 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 that wash our clothes, so I'm sure they're still neat."

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

The bathroom was beautiful, compared to the local outside bathroom they used in her 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 weren't close, as her mother was very fair in complexion, making Lara fair as well, while her younger sister, Esther, was black like their father, and her younger brother, Amos, was fair like her.

They could barely feed in the village, as her mother later sold fruits in the village square. Since her aged father didn't care about them anymore and only used her mother to satisfy his sèxual urge, even though it resulted in them.

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