Regina's Misery

Chapter 1

Author's note: This is for those who go to the villages to take children from their comfort zones only to enslave them in the city and to all ignorant mothers who think that once their children are in the cities, they are happy and also living better lives. Do not trust anyone, even sisters, brothers or uncles can be monsters!

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The man grunted. Although, I couldn't see his face in the dim room which my red bulb couldn't brighten up but I could see his silhouette. I watched him jerked at every thrust as if he was trying to reach the deepest part of me that led to my uterus. I was emotionless, I did not moan nor squirm in pleasure. I only watched him while I held my legs up to my chest like he had instructed me to. The 1500 naira he had paid me, laid on my small table which most of my toiletries were arranged upon. At each thrust I was jerked up and I could feel his upper thighs slamming against the back of mine while his droopy but heavy balls repeatedly slapped my anus each time he plunged into me. His first sweat dropped on my cheek as he continued to fuck me as if he was on a mission. I had my blouse on and my breasts were still concealed under it. The only thing I had taken off was my bum short. I would have taken my high heels on but he had told me to leave them on and that he liked to fuck a woman with her shoes still on. It was sexy and drove him wild, he had said.

I tried to tune out his grunts and occupy my mind with something else. I focused on the noise coming from outside, I could hear Wande Cole's iskaba-iskebe song coming from the mini club outside. I could hear more cars approaching. I could hear my colleagues, the other prostitutes calling out to men to pick them and trying their usual tactics to win him over. I could hear Onome, my best friend, screaming her brains out in the next room. Poor Onome, she had found herself a man who was obsessed with her and would come every night to pummel her pussy. Onome had told me that the man had such a big dick and he took too long to cum. When I had asked her why she couldn't turn the man away when he had come a second time, she had told me that he paid good money, almost triple the amount we charge each customer.

I was shocked after a week and I found Onome calling the man on her phone to come that night. When I had asked her if she wanted to die from a battered pussy, she had smiled shyly and had told me that no one had ever fucked her that good before and also, that she was beginning to have feelings for him. I had been appalled. How could she do such?! Onome had been the one to introduce me to prostitution and her number one rule had been, "Never you have any feelings whatsoever for your customers. It's bad for business." But now, who was breaking that ultimate rule?! Her loud trembling screams disrupted my thoughts and I turned my head towards the wall separating our rooms. The way I could hear the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh up close now, I could tell that the guy was now now fucking her against the very wall that I was staring at. When another drop of sweat hit my chest, I turned my head to look at my customer who was still grunting on top of me. When was this idiot going to be done? I asked myself. I need to go out there and catch more customers since the night was still young. Unable to keep mute anymore, I reached for my Nokia torch phone and checked the time on the screen then I turned to my customer and asked,

"Oga, na when you go finish, you don dey fuck me now for almost fifteen minutes. I go charge you for extra time o. (Mr when will you be done? You have been fucking me for almost fifteen minutes now. I'll charge you extra." I threatened.

"No vex." He grimaced as he buried his cock deep within me and rolled his waist. "I don beg you say make you let me see the bobi, I no dey fit cum quick if I no touch bobi. (Don't be offended. I have begged you to let me see your boobs. I find it difficult to cum quick if I don't touch the breasts.)

"Bobi no be for free. Na toto you pay for. If you wan touch the bobi, bring 500 naira. (My boobs are not for free. It's the pussy you paid for. If you want to touch my boobs, bring 500 naira.) I told him.