"I finally found him and I am going to see him now," she said.
"Are you sure about this?" her friend asked on the other end of the call and she rolled her eyes at her statement.
"I am sure. Now let me dressed up and I will talk to you when I get back," she said and ended the call stepping out of the shower room.
She stepped into the bedroom with her body wrapped in a towel. After applying some lotion to her skin, she opened the wardrobe and picked the most seductive revealing dress among her set of clothing. She quickly slipped into the dress. She did her make-up, combed her shoulder-length hair and quickly braided it all back in a cornrow style. She put on a wig cap with 22-inch long hair and quickly styled it. She checked her life in the mirror and completed her dress with a 6-inch heel lace-up strappy shoes. She is known as Venus.
She picked up her small bag and her phone. There was a W******p message from her best friend. She smiled reading it and replied 'I am going to see him. Wish me luck,'.
After ensuring the message had been delivered she dropped the phone in her bag and exited the single-room apartment she called her home.
Outside, she stood by the roadside and briefly stared at the orphanage centre across the street before raising her head to stop a taxi.
"Heading to Osu," she said to the driver and hopped in after negotiating the taxi fare with the driver.
After a couple of minutes' drive, the car stopped in front of a popular hotel. She looked outside and paid the driver. She walked into the hotel and engaged the receptionist.
"Yeah, I know his room. He is expecting me," she said and headed for the staircase.
The receptionist looked at her and said nothing. She is a prostitute and everyone knows that. After climbing the staircase to the floor where the room was located, checked the door numbers and finally found Room 107.
"Room services," she said after knocking with a smile and adjusting her chest making sure her melons were well positioned. She was out to seduce not just deliver a message.
"Room services?" she heard a familiar voice respond from inside the room and a smile crip up on her face. "I didn't order anything," he continued and opened the door.
"Venus," he said under his breath staring at her as she struck a seductive pose.
"Yes, it is me," Venus said and pushed him into the room closing the door behind her.
"You are like a cat. How did you find me?" came the deep voice of a man who had done his best to keep where he spent the night unknown.
"It is my business to find my good clients," Venus said seductively.
"Well, if you found me, you might as well please me," he said taking her in.
He drew closer, pulled her into his embrace and lowered his head to kiss her but she turned her head away.
"Fine, no kissing," he said and went for her chest biting her through her dress as his hands worked on unzipping her.
Despite the nature of her job, she had grown a special attachment to this man who knew how to work her up and draw her desires to the surface. It was not long before she gave in and allowed the man to bend her over the bed and slip his big self into her. Her body shivered at the feel of sweet satisfaction that surged through her body and she moaned.
"Yeah, babe, moan for me," he said as he pounded her from behind pressing her back down on the bed to grant him comfortable access.
He had that going for a while before he flipped her over and went down on her. Venus let out a loud moan allowing the pleasure to consume her. She pulled the man up and crashed her lips with his. She went hard and rough with him.
"I thought you said no kissing," he whispered against her lips.
"Never mind," she replied and allowed the man to trail kisses down her neck.
"Does it mean, you will be my girl," he asked, his hand working under her as he nibbled her shoulders.
"Yeah," she replied lost in pleasure and he captured the tip of her huge melons with his lips and pleasured the other with his hand.
He flipped her over, pulled her waist up and pressed her back down, slipping himself into her again.
"Faster," she said and let out a moan.
They both kept going until they hit their spot and collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. He turned to look at her on the side and planted a kiss on the back of her hand making her smile.
"Did you mean it the last time, when you said you like me?" she asked, trying to confirm he was not playing with her.
"Of course. You are amazing and you know how to make me happy," he replied and planted a kiss on her lips making her smile.
"Well, I like you too and that is why I allowed you to kiss me," she said and lay on his chest while he ran his hand through her wig. "There is something I need to tell you," she went on, drawing circles on his chest.
"What is it?" he asked and she went silent for a while.
"Well, I am pregnant," she said slowly.
"What!" he exclaimed and sat up immediately.
"I am pregnant for you," she repeated and also sat up covering her chest with the sheet.
"No, no, this can't be happening right now," he said and got down from the bed and started putting on his clothes.
"I thought you said you like me," she said surprised by his reaction.
"Good, I said I like you. I like having sex with you. That is all, nothing more. I am not taking that any further," he said and closed his buttons. "Get dressed and get out," he yelled throwing her clothes at her.
She stared at him in shock, surprised by his change of attitude. He was always nice to her promising her heaven on earth. Was that all excitement thought? Thinking about it, he only said those things to her when they were in bed.
"Last I check, you are a prostitute. You have slept with more men than the strands of hair on your head. How do you know I am responsible for this?" he spat, his eyes red with anger.
"I had not been with any man for a month before I was assigned to you," she replied almost in tears.
"Assigned?" the man repeated furrowing his brow.
"Yes. My job as a dancer is to attract rich men to the club and you fit the profile," she replied and the man walked up to her grabbing her by the neck. The blanket dropped as she tried to free herself from his grip.
"I was only doing my job. Nothing more but I fell in love with you. What you pay me for my services, goes to the club," she explained, her voice barely audible but he heard her.
He let go of her and she fell to the floor coughing violently. He stood in the middle of the room in deep thought for a while and ran his hands through his curly hair in frustration before going to his bag. He returned to her side.
"Who are you working for?" he asked angrily.
"I already told you. I work for the club," she replied moving away from the man who looked like a lion ready to tear her apart.
"Fine," the man said reading the honesty and fear in her eyes. "Here, take this and get rid of it," the man said coldly, handing the lady a bundle of cash. "Now get out if you wish to see the light of another day," he growled and the lady took the money, put on her clothes and ran out of the hotel room.
She had been in this business for a while and knew better than to annoy a client when they made such a statement. She was hoping to engage him again another night but he never saw or heard from him again.
"The bastard left," Venus complained to her friend sitting on the bed in her single-room apartment.
"I told you it was a bad idea. You should have listened to my advice and gotten rid of it a long time but it's all good. At least he gave you some money. Get rid of it and let's go back to work. Your long break is over and I believe it was enough time to cure yourself of that syphilis you contracted from your last client," her friend suggested and she nodded.
Nine months went by and she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She stared at the baby she had delivered herself inside her apartment for a while and wrapped her in a cloth.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to do this to you but I can't take care of you," she said and exited her apartment with the baby after she had stopped crying.
It was 4:30 am and she crossed the straight to the orphanage centre across the street. She abandoned the baby in front of the gate.
"Hey, you," came the voice of the security man before she could leave.
She ran off but unfortunately, before she could cross the street and head back to her apartment, she was run over by a truck.
The manager of the orphanage was alerted and the police were called to the scene. They did their checks and the child was put under the care of the orphanage home and the mother was buried.
“Oh my God, this place is amazing. I can’t believe we are here,” Julia squealed with happiness as she squeezed the hand of Dede as the plane touched down. “Are lives will change for the better in this new place. There are lots of opportunities and I heard the money here is good. Here we can be all we dreamed of. You can get into the modelling industry easily here,” Julia said with excitement and Dede amidst her fears tried to smile. Dede sat next to Julia frightened like her life was over recalling the feel of suspending in the air for hours, the speed of the plane at takeoff and now the landing feel. She just wanted to get out of this frightening metal bird. Julia on the other hand didn’t have much of a problem with the flight as back in Ghana she traveled to Kumasi in a plane multiple times. They soon stepped out of the plane and the cold weather hit them as they walked towards the checking point. Dede looked around her new environment surprised they were indeed out of Ghana and in
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She moved the knife to her other cheek to give herself another cut. She intended to give herself multiple scars on her face. She knew by doing this, she may never get the job as a model because all the models she had seen in the magazines had flawless skin and now she is giving herself scars. "Ms, what are you doing," screamed Kate startling Dede who suddenly dropped the knife in her hand as her gaze shifted to the opened door. Kate entered and walked up to her. Dede took a step back but Kate caught up with her and was surprised to see the blood on her face. "What are you doing?" Kate asked but Dede could not speak, but her eyes were rather filled with tears threatening to fall. "Whatever you are going through, harming yourself is not a solution. It would rather give you more problems. Every problem has a solution," Kate said almost like she was scolding Dede. "Look, I don't know what your problem is but I can assure you what you are doing now is not a solution," Kate said. "W
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