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Janet said, “Come, Lara; let's go inside.”

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. She had traveled to her village to bring Lara because she wanted to help her escape 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—very attractive—and she wasn't foolish. She knew exactly where Janet had brought her.

Lara knew Janet's parents were poor and lived in the village, but Janet's lifestyle and the beautiful dresses she wore made Lara admire her, especially since Lara mostly wore rags.

Lara replied, “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 to travel to her village to bring her best friend to the city, promising that her best friend was super attractive.

It was 6:30 pm, and soon most of Madam Alora's eligible customers—who patronized them—would arrive at her brothel. She had only four internal ladies signed on: Janet, Sophia, Edith, and Mimi.

She didn't accept older ladies because they proved too stubborn for her to handle and wanted to know her secrets. Besides, most of her customers were young men who came to patronize her ladies.

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

Janet replied, “Good evening, Ma. It's 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. “Hmph. It's alright. You go inside. I'm coming.”

Madam Alora walked out, dressed in a short black gown that barely reached her knee and revealed her dark thighs. She wore red slippers and walked majestically toward the gate. Her eyeballs grew bigger as she saw the beauty goddess standing outside beside her gate with a tattered traveling bag she had brought from the village.

Lara greeted, “Good evening, Ma.“

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

Lara replied, “No, Ma. Is this not a hotel?”

Madam Alora frowned, forced a fake smile, and replied, “No, my dear. What do you think a hotel is? Have you been to one before?”

Lara said, “No, Ma, but—”

Lara peeped inside the gate and saw some ladies dressed in almost exposed wear. She gulped, shook her head again, and said, “Please, Ma, 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 getting calls from wealthy men requesting beautiful young ladies to warm their beds. Seeing the cute lady standing outside by her gate without any makeup, she shook her head and spoke. “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. She replied, “No, Ma.”

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 because she spoke about you disturbing her to come with her to the city. And now you just got here and want to go back to your village again! How ungrateful of you to come here to my home and insult me first, without even saying thank you, Ma."

Lara held her traveling bag and apologized, “I am sorry, Ma.“

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

Lara stood speechless for a while, not knowing what to do. She pushed the gate open and walked in. She could hear the faint sound of music coming from the beautiful mansion in front of her as she tagged along with Madam Alora, who walked majestically toward the house frontage. 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. Better be quick to move with Janet, or 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 beautiful living room, which was decorated with a golden chandelier, golden seats, and golden curtains. The living room was painted in an off-white color. Janet spoke to her. “Come, Lara; let's go.”

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

They walked into a room painted in pink. Janet kindly collected Lara's tattered traveling bag from her hand and spoke to her. “Lara, I know you're still finding it difficult to believe this is what I do here in the city, but it's not prostitution.”

Lara responded, “Liar! You're lying to me, Janet. 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 before, did she think about her virginity or about any of you that she brought into this world?”

Lara yelled, “Shut up, Janet! 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, I have a car here, and 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 and 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 lend 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 gives me only 30%. And it is 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 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 her bathroom. 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, Lara. 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 not having any other choice, she walked toward 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 on the ground and angrily walked into the bathroom to bathe.

The bathroom was beautiful compared to the local outside bathroom they used in Lara's village. Her family was 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. Her mother was very fair in complexion, making her fair too. But her younger sister, Esther, was dark-skinned like their father, while her younger brother, Amos, was fair like her.

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

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

Lara stepped out of the bathroom after bathing and walked into the room. Janet was already dressed in a skimpy pink gown that, if she bent, you could clearly see her buttọcks from behind.

Lara asked, “Are you going out tonight?”

Janet responded, “Yes. Or what does it look like I want to do—sleep?”

Janet laughed out loud, but Lara frowned and slowly walked to the exquisite bed. She sat on it, admiring the silk bedspread as she felt herself relax on it.

Janet said, “That's your dress on the bed. Madam asked me to lend you some of my clothes, as you will be going out with me tonight.”

Lara frowned. “Going out to where? I'm not going anywhere with you.”

Janet ignored Lara and stood by the wall mirror in her room, applying her makeup.

Janet said, “I don't have time to argue with you, Lara. Honestly, you nag a lot.” She frowned.

Lara replied, “You caused all these. Even though I'm in the village drinking garri, it is still be