The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 2
Written by: Frank The Writer
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I’m very certain you might be wondering why I lost my virginity in such a manner. If you say it’s desperation for money, you are right and if you think I should have done otherwise, you might equally be right. Whichever way, I did it purposefully.
Truth is, we have been through a lot in the past years. It was just a matter of grabbing an opportunity to escape from the trenches. I didn’t regret what I did nor felt remorseful for losing my virginity to strangers. Life then was hellish for us. House rent was due and the landlord was in our neck. Daddy was no more. My Lil brother was only gallivanting from one show to another.
So, losing my virginity with a bundle of money in my hands wasn’t much of a big deal to me. Yeah, it wasn’t. I knew so many who lost theirs to their broke boyfriend and others who were unlucky to lose theirs through men who forced them (rape). I bet mine was better, but I’m sure you are still going to judge me for that very act.
Now, let me tell you a bit of my story while growing up. Life wasn’t fair and favorable to us. I have fond memories of the things we went through even when my father was alive. We had survived years with some stability and some insights into how my world operated.
Food was normally cooked once a day in the evening. Thus, the concept of breakfast and lunch was not in our consciousness. But there was always something to eat, including fresh fruits and nuts.
After the death of my dad, life became more horrible and that was when I moved from street to street in search of work. That was after I finished secondary school.
Many girls like me were selling on the streets during the day and ‘working’ at night under the supervision of their ‘boyfriends’. I’m sure you understand what I meant.
Then I started selling fruits at a park and the fruits belonged to one madam who supplied them at a discount. The woman was from Akwa Ibom but lived in Abuja. In a day, I made like five thousand naira and from that money, I made expenses which included food, ticket money, and others. I tried to save a little. I usually eat once or twice a day. On the days that I didn’t make enough, I would get some credit from my madam.
The nights in the streets were extremely scary because of the many stories I had heard. I knew of a few girls who got R@P£D repeatedly by boys, their money stolen. Some were physically abused by some of the boys for refusing their advances. Then I dreaded nightfall due to these strange stories. And one of our survival strategies was to always move in groups. This was exactly the kind of life I lived in the streets of Abuja before Kelvin landed me the job opportunity. Now, that you have read the genesis of my story, do you still blame me for doing what I did with them?
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A full week went by without any discussion or any word about what had happened, especially with Kelvin. He acted normal with me, till I came to work one day to find both men together again having the same game session.
As soon as I walked in, Dave waved for me to get closer, he hugged and kissed me very close with his hand going all over my @zz, rubbing and touching, Kelvin was sitting, drinking, and smiling at what was going on.
Surprisingly, Dave said, “sweet cutie, we need another company today, are you ready for another session? And don’t you worry, it will be paid for as well.”
We both laughed and I said, “sure, why not?” Money was the only thing in my mind. I wasn’t after what they intended to do, besides, I enjoyed the illicit acts.
They were playing a chess game by then.
Dave said, “baby, we are going to make a good slut out of you today, we will f_ck you in many ways, I hope you are ready for that, why don’t you get rid of your clothes and come back fully naked, ok?”
One thing about Dave was the way he speak calmly—and he was cool but yet his words were always vulgar and naughty.
I smiled saying, “Yes sir, I sure will.”
I went inside. Took off all of my clothes and came right back out to find both of them already waiting to devour me. They lay me on my back over a black table in front of them and started spreading their chess stones over my nude body, acting as if playing chess, while touching and enjoying my young body same time, I started to enjoy their acts too, even their touches—it felt so good on my body, making me turned on.
They both explored me really good together as last time, we went in many positions too. The session was over and I kept the money the same as last time.
The second day, I noticed the difference, Kelvin changed a little, and we started talking about it openly, he was touching my body and giving me kisses while working, and we felt closer and more open after that second f_ck session.
A few days later, as soon as I came to work, Kelvin handed me a dress saying, “I would like you to wear this dress Jane, and you may use this make-up tool kit too, I want you to look segzy tonight will you do that for me?”
“Why? What is different today?” I asked.
He told me, these were gifts for me and he was having a guest over, and not Dave this time. He said he was an older man too, and we would be doing the same thing, but this man will be very generous with me, even more than Dave.
I agreed to it, I took the packages and started walking inside. He stopped me and said, “by the way, this dress goes with nothing else under, get rid of those P@ŋtîēṣ and bra, if you have any on.”
We both laughed. I put both of my hands together in front of my face, bowed, and said, “Yes sir, I would do anything around here, even if you asked me to walk around naked, as long as it pays well?”
He laughed saying, “don’t worry about that, I am sure you would be rich so fast, as long as you are loosening up like that, but you are becoming a little slut so fast” He slapped my @zz teasingly, and then said, “Go get that @zz ready.”
I laughed at what he called me, walked like a slut, wiggling my @zz to his eyesight, I went inside and put the dress on, it was so tight, hugging my body, outlining all my body curves, very short with a low-cut top, showing most of my tits, although my tits were a little small by then, the dress top was elastic and tight, hugging my tits, pushing them up, showing cleavage in between, the first time I see myself look that way.
I walked out acting like a real slut again, the way I walked and talked to him, saying, Kelvin, did you call me a slut and a wh-_-re before I went in?”
He said, “Yes I sure did, any objections to that? Don’t you feel like one, you sure look like and act like one?”
I said “Oh Yes, no objections at all, I just wanted you to know when you called me that, I felt a real nice itch in my p@zzy”
He looked me in the eyes laughing loud saying, “Oh God, you are a real wh-_-re, I have a feeling we will become rich so soon.” I laughed loud but did not really understand what he meant by that, at that time, but I sure did later on, as you all will understand later on, too.
To be continued…
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