The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 9
Written by: Frank The Writer
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Fair Warning: This episode is actually long and if I don’t see three hundred comments, I won’t post the next episode.
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I was wowed by the money Cyndy sent to my account. I never expected it. I had thought she was just an opportunist lesbian.
“Thank you, Cyndy,” I replied.
“You are welcome, babe,” she texted back.
That was the genesis of how Cyndy and I began to talk and chatted. She already seemed like Lisa’s replacement. That night, I stayed up till 2:00 am, still chatting with her and she was such a vibe. Her sense of humor was top-notch.
Cyndy asked if I could come around and see her the next day but I replied in the negative. I told her my mom would never allow me to go out on Sunday after Sunday service.
“Big girl like you,” she said.
“I’m not a big girl. Don’t be deceived by my body. I’m just nineteen.”
“And so…?”
“I’m still a teenager you know.”
“A teenager that goes to the club?”
I simply replied with an emoji.
“What actually brought you to the club that night?”
“Just to have fun,” I lied.
“So what did you tell your mom? I mean where did you tell her you were going to?”
“That I’m going for a vigil with a friend?” yet another lie.
The way those lies were coming up quickly in my head was even surprising to me. And she did believe and called me a ‘very good bad girl.’
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The following day was Sunday, my mom and I left for church but Chucks was in the house when we left. We usually left before him every Sunday. Chucks was so engrossed with his music career. He would wake up and first check out the trending albums, check out how far his first single was doing on Audiomack and other music apps, the current waves in the music industry, and other related stuff like that.
His phone was literally his friend and my mom always gets pissed mom off whenever she sees him pressing the phone. Chucks would always tell her that she should calm down and that one day that same ‘phone pressing’ would take him to the limelight. Mom had a different view. She felt he was just wasting his time doing music.
Later that Sunday, we came back from church and he wasn’t home. Chucks also didn’t show up in the Church. Mom was worried. She asked me to call him, which I did but his line wasn’t connecting. We simply assumed he went to one of his friend’s houses.
Two hours later, I went to the corner I kept my money which was yet to be deposited in the bank. Though I later opened an account, a student account. I couldn’t deposit all the cash in my possession. That very day, I went to the bank with just twenty thousand naira to avoid having loads of cash in my bag. I was hopeful to deposit them gradually until I reach my limit as per student account.
Long story short, the remaining cash was no longer where I kept them. I felt a cold shiver running down my spine. My heart was pounding. Mom never knew about the money so I tried not to shout or bring to her attention what I was going through. She was relaxing in the sitting room while I was sweating inside the room; ransacking the whole corner of the house.
“Jane, what are you looking for?”
I was shocked when I turned to see my mom at the door. She seemed to have been standing there for a while.
“I’m looking for one form like that. Did you see any white paper?” I lied.
“Is that why you are turning the whole house upside down?”
“It’s very important, mom.”
“Well, I didn’t see any paper. You should be careful next time. Check where you kept it.”
She turned and left.
It was when she left that I thought about Chucks. His sudden disappearance and his line weren’t going through, too. But then, Chucks had been my brother for years. I don’t know him as a thief but he remained the only and major suspect at that point. I stopped searching and called his number again, but it didn’t go through. I was losing it. And at the same time, I didn’t want my mom to know I had such an amount of money in my possession. Where would I tell her I got more than half a million naira from? She knew Kelvin paid me fifteen thousand naira, monthly and there was no way she would believe I had half a million and more in my possession.
I was so confused and heartbroken. How can Chucks abscond with all the money I had labored for? Did he even know how that money came through? I got more troubled knowing his number wasn’t going through.
Well, I assumed he would definitely come back.
A moment later, someone knocked at the door. I heaved a sigh of relief. Chucks was the only person in my mind not until I reached the door, lo and behold, it was our caretaker.
“Where is your mom?” he queried.
“She is inside,” I replied calmly.
I already knew why he came and my heart was troubled. He was in our house last two weeks to remind us about the pending house rent.
Mom walked to the door and pleaded with him to give us more time, but he said he was only acting based on instructions from the landlord. He said we have only seven days of grace after which he would come back and lock up the apartment. He left after he had said that.
I was saddened by his thr_@t. I wanted to scream, “Where the hell did Chucks go with all my money,” but I soon remembered I’d simply implicate myself by doing so.
“Have you called Chucks again?” mom turned in my direction.
“Same result. His number is not connecting.”
I looked up at the wall clock, it was a few minutes past 5:00 pm. I went inside and slumped tiredly on the bed. So many thoughts went through my head. The total money I had was seventy thousand naira. The 20k which I deposited the day I opened a bank account and the 50k Cyndy sent to my account. I kept pondering what Chucks could have done with my money. Did he use my money to record a song or what? Chucks wouldn’t do such a thing. I was devastated unknown to my mom. She would even think I was worried about the house rent. Paying the house rent was one of the reasons I had kept that money.
A moment later, I called Kelvin to find out if I would be coming to work the next day but he said they couldn’t finish yet. He said it still needed final touch before the shop would be ready. He told me to check back on Monday and hopefully, on Tuesday we would resume work fully.
Later around 8:00 pm, Chucks called my mom to inform her he went to an important show and would come Monday evening. My mom was very mad at him because he knew my mom wouldn’t permit him if he had informed her. I was going to speak with him but he quickly ended the call. I called him back immediately but he didn’t pick up. The second time, it wasn’t connecting again. That was when it dawned on me that he did abscond with my money.
That night, Cyndy and I talked and I told her my plight and she asked me to come and see her.
Monday morning, I pretended like I was going for Jamb lesson. Mom left before me. She wasn’t aware of the renovation at Kelvin’s shop. I desperately needed to see Cyndy and see if she could give me some money. The caretaker had emphasized locking up our apartment if after one week we failed to pay up. Cyndy already promised to give me some money if we could see. She asked that I come to her mother’s restaurant, that she would be there that Monday.
She texted me the address. And I was there around 11:30 am. The weather was cool and inviting. The morning sun shone brightly when I got there.
It was a very big restaurant where big men and women dined. I saw different flashy cars parked outside. Cyndy sighted me from the entrance and she quickly walked up to me with a smile. Her smile was infectious and I smiled back.
“Welcome. Did you find it hard locating here?”
“Not really. It was that straightforward.”
“Okay. Erm, please, you will help us out. There are a few workers today.”
“Ahh. How? What should I do here?”
“Don’t worry. It’s not a hard task. Just take this and put it on.”
She gave me a maid’s cloth and asked me to go by the corner and put it on. I looked up and saw other girls in the same cloth. They were attending to customers.
“Jane! Table 8 needs their food,” Cyndy alerted.
I quickly walked up over to the table giving the food to the customer.
“Here’s your fried rice and salad, sir.”
Just when I had dropped the food, Cyndy gestured at me to look at the next table. I looked over at the next table. I looked at the table. Wasn’t this table empty a few minutes ago? I groaned. I grabbed the menu and walked over to the customer. I took the pen and paper out.
“Ma, what will you like to order?” I looked at her face and she seemed upset.
“Coconut rice and sauce. Add big fish and meat, too. Please make it quick, I have to go to work now.”
“Yes, ma. Anything else?”
“No. That will be all.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry, we are a little short of staff,” I apologized.
“No worries. Just get my food,” her voice softened.
“Thank you,” I said and left, putting her order on the counter. Then I took a tray of food and walked up to table 11 and gave them their food.
Cyndy was monitoring from a distance but I was sure she was just enjoying herself looking at me every minute. She was like a creep.
Fast forward to 4 pm, they were closing for the day. Her mother’s restaurant runs from morning till 4 pm. When almost everyone had gone, I went into an empty room to change back into my cloth. I took off my maid’s clothes and shoes and changed into my clothes; a shirt and jeans. But before I could do so, I was suddenly pushed into the locker, my face towards the hand that pushed me. I wanted to shout but my mouth was clammed by a hand.
“Shush, Jane. It’s Cyndy. It can only be me and no one else.”
She took a hand up to my Břě@šť and began to caress it. I shook my head. “No, not again.”
I wanted to shout but her hand was still around my mouth. “Do you ever wear a bra? Since day one I have never seen you wear a bra,” she said. I tried to get away from her but her body was keeping me in one place. I wanted to struggle out of her embrace but she noticed I was slipping away, so she pinched my tits making me cry out in pain.
“Silent, kitten. There is security outside. I suggest you keep your inner voice to the minimum as possible. You wouldn’t want them to find us making out in here, do you?”
My eyes opened wide.
“Stop!” I demanded
“I don’t think so,” Cyndy opposed.
“I prefer the word please,” she whispered into my ear.
“I need to get home, please,” I obeyed by adding, please.
“You will,” Cyndy turned me around to face her. I leaned down to get my shirt but she pushed me down to sit on top of me.
“I already said please.”
“Yes, please, to have segz with you again.”
She unzipped her jeans and the dildo was already in there, around her waist. I shook my head. She clasped my hand with hers, coming down to kiss me. I clammed my mouth shut, not allowing her to access it. But Cyndy knows how to pleasure girls.
She pinched both of my Ɲīpplës making me gasp for air but she dived straight into my mouth. I wanted to bite her but as if she was sensing the danger, she kept toying with my Břě@šť and fought for dominance in my mouth. She was sucking out my air. I began to pant as she pulled us apart.
She held the dildo in place and while I panted, she placed the dildo into my mouth. Cyndy began to groan like she was feeling it. The look on her face was pleased but I was not one bit pleasured. Lisa was better, compared to Cyndy.
“Are you enjoying it?” she asked.
“No. I’m not,” I shrugged off.
“I thought you liked having segz with me.”
“Yes, I did have fun with you on our one-night stand not until you f_cking pulled out the dildo on me. It was clear that I didn’t want it. I even went as far as closing my legs and begged you not to do it, but in the end, you did it.”
“All girls like it. Some girls even went as far as playing hard to get and still have fun with it.”
“Well, I’m not one of them. I don’t want your money either,” I replied angrily.
“Oh! Really? Even though your brother ran off with all your money and left you and your mom with unpaid house rent.”
“Did you invite me here to make fun of me? To laugh at the crisis that I have to deal with my family.”
“No, Jane,” she said, actually calling my name for once.
She finally left me alone
“Come work for me,” she said.
“As your segz slave? No, thanks.”
“No, as my secretary, temporarily.”
“You’ll get nothing less than 100k per month, not adding the bonus and living cost. You just have to work as my secretary for a little while until my secretary comes back from her maternal home.”
“Why me?”
“You seemed smart for the work. I can tell you are good for the job,” she said.
My breath was caught in my throat. It sounded too good to be true. With that kind of money, I could pay the landlord without him disturbing and disgracing my mom.
“But I’m preparing for Jamb. I’m still attending Jamb lesson.” I quickly told her.
“My dear, this kind of opportunity only comes once in a lifetime. I have given you the chance, cherish it,”
“What’s the catch?”
“Well, the catch is that you will have to live with me.”
To be continued…
©Frank The Writer