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*MADAM ALORA BROTHEL*

Janet: Come, Lara, let’s go in.

Lara: No, you didn’t tell me we were going to a hotel.

Janet frowned as she stood at the gate entrance to Madam Alora’s brothel home. She had travelled down to her village to bring Lara, all because she wanted to help Lara move out of poverty.

Janet: Lara, I can’t keep standing out here with you. If you don’t want to go in, fine. You can continue standing out here alone, as I have a lot of work to do inside and my madam has been calling me since morning.

Lara frowned.

Lara was a light-skinned beauty, very attractive, and she was not foolish enough not to know where Janet had brought her. She knew Janet’s parents were poor and still in the village, but with the kind of lifestyle and beautiful dresses Janet wore most times, she could not help but admire her, as she mostly wore rags.

Lara: 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 Janet had asked permission to travel down to her village to bring her best friend to the city. Janet had even promised that her best friend was beautiful and very attractive.

It was 6:30 p.m., and soon most of her wealthy customers would be arriving to patronize the brothel. She had only four girls working inside: Janet, Sophia, Edith, and Mimi. She did not accept older women, as they were usually too stubborn to handle and might want to know her secrets. Besides, she mostly had wealthy men coming to patronize her ladies.

Madam Alora: What is going on there, Janet?

Janet: Good evening, ma. It’s my friend I spoke to you about. She doesn’t want to come inside and has been standing here by the gate since we arrived.

Madam Alora: Hmph. It is alright. Go inside. I’m coming.

Madam Alora walked out, dressed in a black short gown that barely reached her knees, revealing her dark thighs. She wore red slippers and walked majestically to the gate. Her eyes grew wider as she saw the beauty goddess standing beside her gate with the tattered travelling bag she had brought from the village.

Lara: Good evening, ma.

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

Lara: No, ma. Is this not a hotel?

Madam Alora frowned and forced a fake smile before replying.

Madam Alora: No, my dear. What do you think a hotel is? Have you been to one before?

Lara: No, ma, but...

Lara peeped inside the gate and saw some ladies dressed in almost exposed clothes. She gulped and shook her head again.

Lara: 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 rich and powerful men requesting beautiful young ladies to warm up their beds, and seeing the cute yellow-skinned lady standing at her gate without makeup, she shook her head and spoke.

Madam Alora: Do you have transport fare to go back home to the village?

Lara sniffed slowly as she stared up at Madam Alora’s face.

Lara: No, ma.

Madam Alora: 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, as 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 the village again! How ungrateful of you to come to my home and insult me, without even saying thank you, ma.

Lara held her travelling bag and apologized.

Lara: I’m sorry, ma.

Madam Alora: 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 followed Madam Alora, who walked majestically toward the front of the house. They walked into the beautiful living room.

Madam Alora: Janet!

Janet: Yes, madam.

Madam Alora: Show your friend to her room and prepare her.

Lara: No... I refuse.

Madam Alora: What do you mean by no? Are you not going back to the village again? Look, I don’t have time to waste on you, and you had better follow Janet quickly, 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 decorated with a golden chandelier, golden seats, and golden curtains. The living room was painted off-white, and Janet spoke to her.

Janet: Come, Lara, let’s go.

Lara hesitated and finally followed Janet, knowing the beautiful woman was not joking about throwing her out.

They walked into a pink-painted room, and Janet kindly collected Lara's tattered travelling bag from her hand and spoke to her.

Janet: Lara, I know you are still finding it hard to believe what I do here in the city, but it is not prostitution.

Lara: Liar! You’re lying to me. You should have 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 am married.

Janet: Hmph. I’m sorry, but what is the point of keeping it? You, your sister, brother, and mother could barely feed, as your father is old and your mother knew before she ran to him and married him, 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: Shut up! And don’t you dare insult my mother!

Janet: 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: Shut up, Janet! That is you, not me. If you had told me beforehand that this was prostitution, I wouldn’t have followed you here. Now your madam said I have to work for my transport fare back to the village, and how will I work for it? If it is with my VJ, I cannot sleep with a man for money. So it is best you borrow me the money and let me go back to the village this night.

Janet burst out laughing and replied.

Janet: No, Lara, you’re not going anywhere. I wish I could borrow you my money and give it to you for free, but you see, any money I get from going out, my madam takes 70 percent and gives me only 30 percent, and it is not even enough for me to take care of myself, let alone give to you.

Lara frowned.

Lara: You should have told me, Janet.

Lara began to sob.

Janet: I’m sorry, Lara. Let’s hurry up and bathe before 8 p.m., so we can eat and have some time to prepare before we leave.

Lara: Leave me alone. I’m not eating or preparing to go anywhere with you. You wicked fellow.

Janet smirked and walked past Lara to take her bath in her bathroom, as the room was hers and, since Lara was new, her madam had not yet given her 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 herself with water dripping down her body.

Janet: It’s your turn now, Lara. Go in and bathe.

Lara: No, leave me alone. I’m not going anywhere with you.

Janet: What has come over you, Lara? If you don’t hurry up, then be ready to leave, as my madam is a little hot-tempered.

Lara sniffed, not having any other choice. She walked toward the bathroom door and stood by it.

Lara: Where is the towel I will use?

Janet: There are still about five neat towels in there. I hardly use them, although we have a dry cleaner that washes 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, as they were truly very poor. Her mother had actually gone ahead and married an already married man with grown-up kids.

Lara had three step-siblings, but they were not close, as her mother was very fair and almost white in complexion, making her fair too, but her younger sister, Esther, was black like their father, while her younger brother, Amos, was fair like her.

Lara's mother later sold fruits in the village square, while her aged father did not care about them anymore and only used her mother to satisfy his sèxual urge, even though it resulted in them.

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