Chioma - by Caramel

There are different types of prostitutes in Lagos. From the desperate, almost-free girls that hang on the streets of Lagos, to the unattainable high-end women who only date within a certain bank account. No matter who you are or how much you have, there's a girl for you in Lagos.Sometimes, Chioma would imagine herself as one of those women, the ones that hang off the arms of rich politicians, in their fancy rich aunty bubus, dripping in gold. Walking so elegantly beside their clients that you would think they were married.Maybe one day.Tonight, she was roaming the streets of Lagos Continental, looking for her next client. She was too new to this to have repeat clients and way too inexperienced not to be nervous.The security men at the gate were some of her customers, so they turned a blind eye to her night hunting. She had promised them a favour anyways.Honestly, she didn't see the big deal in what she did. It was just any job, a means to an end. At least, unlike so many other women, she had a say in who she slept with.Five-star hotels were hell to navigate. The security were actually trained and the army of cameras made her nervous. She tried to keep her focus and tried to somehow communicate to men in tinted cars that she was available to them for the right price, without seeming like a prostitute or worse, a desperate one.She was about to give up when one seemingly high-profile customer arrived at the hotel. It was a whole parade of sirens and police formations; the car was sandwiched by two bigger ones at the front and back, with two police bikes riding ahead of it.Chioma knew if she could get the man in this car to notice her, she wouldn't have to work for months.But how?She made her move as the convoy slowed, strutting sexily before deliberately crashing into one of the security men. She made the whole shebang noisy enough to attract attention.Chioma felt it before she could see it. The faint lowering of the car window, the itchy feeling of someone's eyes on her. She made the most of it, adjusting her weight, flipping her hair. She imagined an older man inside, important, bored with his wife, deciding if she was worth the trouble.The window slid back up.She strutted away.The mission was accomplished when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was one of the armed security men."Oga dey wait you," he said as he slipped a room card into her hands.Chioma stared at the card with glee. It had worked. She was going to have a customer this night. A well-paying one.She entered the hotel lobby and made her way to the elevator, drawing images of what the man would look like, what he would like. She straightened her posture in the elevator and steeled herself.This was her ticket to financial freedom. This wasn't a cheap hookup on the street; this was someone, a someone with a convoy, someone who could pay her, someone who could pay her well.When she walked into the room, she was stunned. This wasn't a room, it was a whole apartment; she was sure it had a kitchen even. Big, beautiful, luxurious. She could hear someone in the bathroom, so she sat and waited.She was stunned again.Instead of the seasoned businessman or sly politician she pictured, the person in front of her was different. The man she pictured wasn't actually a man but a woman.A beautiful older woman in a white shower robe.Chioma's stomach dropped.She straightened immediately. "Good evening, ma."The woman nodded, then smiled. "You can relax.""Is... is oga inside?" she asked, glancing towards the now-quiet bathroom.The woman laughed, amusement twinkling in her eyes. Chioma had a feeling everything this woman did was graceful."I am oga," she said.She sat down and slowly poured herself a drink. Her movements were fluid, practiced, like a princess. "I noticed you from the car. You seemed very interested in getting my attention."Chioma choked, stammered, then turned red from embarrassment. She didn't know what to do or how to stand, her confidence wavering as she shifted from foot to foot.The lady looked at Chioma from head to toe, smiling briefly, then said, "I still feel sticky. If you're interested, join me in the bathroom."Chioma stood still for a while before she trailed after, shedding her clothes off piece by piece.

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