The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 14
Written by: Frank The Writer
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“How did you know about Lisa? I stuttered.
“Oh! Spare me that and answer my question. I know you more than you think,” she let out a devilish smile.
I had goosebumps the moment she said that. It sounded more like: “I’m an extraordinary human being.”
“Well, Lisa…Lisa is..” I stammered.
“Go on. I’m all ears. Feel free but please, don’t tell me lies.”
“It’s quite a long story.”
“That’s not a problem. I like long stories. Go on,” she added jokingly.
How do I even begin to narrate the whole thing? I mean where do I start from? I contemplated. Just when I opened my mouth to talk, a knock came on the door.
“Who is there?” Cyndy turned.
“It’s Susan, ma,” came the feminine voice which I presumed to be one of the maids.
“Susan, what is it?”
“The crew members are here. They are waiting outside,” she answered.
“Oh! They are already here. I even forgot about the $h00ting session,” Cyndy said.
“Yes, they are here.”
“Alright. I will join them soon.”
“Okay, ma.”
“You know what, we will talk about this later. I have a $h00ting session now.” She turned in my direction.
“Okay. No problem.”
Cyndy quickly dashed to her room while I heaved a big sigh of relief. I just hope she doesn’t get to ask me about Lisa again. I really doubt if she would ever forget such a thing.
Cyndy walked back minutes later with what seemed like a script. It was bonded with the popular blue bind. She was dressed in a very tight and skimpy dress.
“Jane, take care of yourself and be good. We have a $h00ting session at Empire hotels and suites. I’ll be back later.”
I wanted to say, “Can I come with you guys?” But it seemed she already knew what I was going to say, she quickly cut in: “I know you would like to follow us but don’t worry, you will join us in the next $h00ting session. This one is a high classy $h00ting and not meant for any regular person, okay?”
I simply nodded my head.
She came closer and kissed my forehead. She then whispered to my ears, “Be a good girl. Make yourself comfortable and don’t forget to ask them for food when you feel hungry,” Cyndy sounded so caring and loving and that got me emotional. She had this segzy set of eyes every girl would love to have.
“Bye,” I said as she walked towards the door.
“Byee darling, see you.”
She left.
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I lay down on the bed, admiring the white POP ceiling which was decorated with tiny bulbs. Several thoughts filled my small head. I reflected on my life. How it all began and now becoming a pro-lesbian. Everything seemed to have happened so fast. I equally thought of forfeiting Jamb and possibly wait till next year before seeking admission. I had lost that vibe to do anything related to school.
All I wanted then was to make money, live a good life, and make my family happy and comfortable. My eyes suddenly caught the wall clock hanging on the wall, it was 10:20 am. I stood up and wore my casual wear. I was yawning heavily as I put them on. It was obvious I was tired and hungry.
I got to the kitchen and met one of the maids. She introduced herself as Ann. She seemed jovial and friendly, but she looked boyish. What you call tomboy; flat @zz and tiny Břě@šť.
“Do you want to eat?” she asked.
“Yes. I am very hungry.”
“Okay. Do you care for tea? Custard or…”
“I will prefer custard.”
“Alright, I’ll get them for you.”
Ann eventually served me custard with some Akara balls. The custard was filled with liquid milk and honey. I’m sure you are salivating now. Well, it’s been long since I had such breakfast. I devoured it in a few minutes.
I went back to my room and got busy with my phone. There was a steady power supply, so I plugged in my phone on the socket and lay down beside it.
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Cyndy came back later around 4 pm. I was on a video call with Chucks when she came in looking exhausted.
“Jane, we have a party to attend tonight,” she announced.
“A party? Don’t you think you need some rest?”
“No. This one is better than having rest. You’ll get to meet top high-profile people there. So, prepare for it later tonight.”
“Okay,” I replied.
It was a lesbian party and Cyndy wanted me to go with her. She said the party would even earn her more class if she comes with a hot babe like me. She then asked if I was okay with it, and I replied with a nod.
Fast forwarding, when it was night and it was time for us to hit the party. I came out of the bathroom and noticed the room was filled with a strange odor. I stood in awe at the bathroom door as I watched Cyndy rolling up weed on a white paper. She wet the wrapping with the tip of her tongue and then pressed down to hold it between her two fingers. And she didn’t notice I had been standing there.
Cyndy lit the weed and boom, the heady smell of the weed circulated the entire room.
“You smoke, too?” I finally broke the short silence.
“Sure, I do. I need to be in the right frame of mood for this night.”
She giggled.
“Hmmm…”
“What’s that? She took a suck on the burning weed and extended it to me.
“Nope. I don’t do that,” I shook my head.
“Oh! That’s true. You’ll need it soon.” She took back the weed and puffed more smoke.
“segzy girl,” she spanked my @zz when I walked past her and headed in the direction of the wardrobe. The stale of the weed discomforted me and I fought the urge to throw up.
“Put on nice clothe, girl.” She spread out her fleshy thighs beneath the shorts she was putting on. She wore a cropped top and had a black wig on her head. Cyndy watched me change into my skimpy gown and also brushed my hair.
I was dressing absentmindedly. I wasn’t really interested in the night party.
“Are you ready?” Cyndy asked as she finally stood on a not too-high-heels.
“Yes,” I replied, applying final touches on my face and then wearing my bracelet and my earrings.
“Babe, you look hot,” said Cyndy with a half smile.
I smiled sheepishly, admiring myself before the mirror. Cyndy wasn’t looking bad too. She looked classy and elegant. It was 10:53 pm when we got into one of Cyndy’s cars.
“Can you drive a car?” she turned to me and smiled.
“No. I can’t,” I replied speedily.
“Don’t worry, darling. I will also teach you.”
“Aww, that will be nice. I can’t wait.”
Cyndy ignited her blue Avalon and we drove off on the tarred road. “Ye” by Burnaboy blasted through the speakers as Cyndy vibed to the lyrics. I looked at the windscreen, the street light was illuminated and the street was deserted. Only a few folks were still on the road. The weather was quite inviting.
Cyndy drove like a guy. She wasn’t even paying attention to the traffic rules. I was calming her down to reduce the limit but she kept on.
Getting to a checkpoint, two policemen flagged us down. Cyndy almost jammed them but God’s willing, the uniform men dodged and she eventually applied break. My heart was pounding faster like a lizard that fell from a tall tree. I thought we already rammed over the duo.
“What’s your problem? Are you m*d?” bellowed the fat officer.
“I’m sorry, sir,” replied Cyndy.
“Will you get down from there?” yelled the other officers.
Cyndy and I alighted from the car. The second officer came closer and kept yelling at us for overspeeding.
“Where’s your driving license?” queried the fat officer.
Cyndy opened the car and passed it to him. I just stood there mopping at them as they kept ranting. I was so worried and scared of the unknown. But Cyndy doesn’t seem bothered at all. Having gone through the license, they began to ask us silly questions. Cyndy eventually filled their palms with some naira note and they smiled away. You know, money stops nonsense. They equally cautioned her before we continued.
We drove like about twenty minutes before Cyndy drove to the narrow driveway which was already jam-packed with different exotic cars and machines. I call them machines because they were some sort of unique automobiles that I have never seen all my life. You needed to see how they lined up. I wondered if they were all owned by women.
As we walked to the entrance, we meet three hefty bouncers. They did their thing and we entered. Loud music from an unseen stereo blasted. And the whole environment seemed to dull my head already. It seemed like everyone was staring at us as we stepped in. Cyndy was smiling as she cat walked on her heels. I followed behind her.
There were some ladies in there and it seemed they sat in cliques. I could feel there was some sort of rivalry among them hanging in the air. Cyndy didn’t greet them equally. Some got a hug, others a handshake. She also did like she didn’t see some.
We finally got to sit and enjoy the moment. She left and returned with a glass of wine and Ç0çƙtails. Some group of girls who sat beside us smoked from a long metal tube. It was later I realized it is called shisha. The way they drag it and not wanting to miss a turn really got me wondering if it was that tasty.
“Why are you dulling yourself? Take some drinks,” Cyndy turned to me.
“This life is just once my dear. You ain’t coming back again when you die. So enjoy your life.” She added.
To feel belonged, I lifted the glass and sipped the content. It tasted more like the very one I drank when Cyndy first met me in the club. I sipped the drink bit by bit and it really doesn’t taste like alcoholic beverages. Cyndy was having fun; she vibed to the lyrics of the hit that came through the speakers.
Each time I turned to look at Cyndy, a cloud of smoke was concealing her face. I was on my second glass when she leaned over and whispered something into my ears. The party jam was loud and I didn’t hear all she said, but I heard the part she said, “Be careful but do enjoy yourself.”
She eventually joined them as they rocked hard to the beat. I had picked another glass of wine when someone walked past. Then, she walked back and paused. I had to look up to see who was standing there. Lo and behold, it was her. Yes, your guess is as good as mine. The lady with four-letter words; two vowels, and two consonants. Lisa stood there as our eyes got locked in contact. I was astonished.
To be continued…
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