ShortStory I Rare Metamorphosis

RARE METAMORPHOSIS

      “Nah wah ooh,” Rita exclaimed. “There is no market this night.”

      “My dear, no single customer till now.” said Kate. “Not even short time.” She added, referring to the least aspect of the occupation.

       The duo was young and prettily-looking whores who had displayed their wares, as usual, at the front of the brothel were they relentlessly practised their perceived lucrative ‘profession’ on a daily basis. Unlike before, at almost 11:00pm, no one had attempted to walk into either of the offices let alone pricing the showcased commodities which were seemingly very attractive to any prospective client’s delight. As they stood closely to each other – virtually starkly nude, they could not help but kept lamenting over the no patronage which was very unusual.

       Though they were not the only sluts at the arena, they seemed to be more related owing to their ages; both were in early 20s, contrary to others whom were far older and more experienced in the trade. As a result of their naivety, they were invariably quick in dishing out lamentations whenever they faced any discouraging moment as regards patronage, even when others felt relaxed hoping that their nets must surely capture some fish before the day breaks.

        “This one really tire me ooh.” continued the light-skinned Rita who was plump and about 5.2-foot tall.

        “No be only you.” The chocolate and slim Kate added equally in vernacular; she was almost of the same height with the former.

        “What are we going to do now?” quoth Rita, frowning.

        “If you ask me,” said Kate. “Na who I go ask?”

        “The worse is that, I am damn hungry here,” Rita revealed. “And I don’t even have a dime on me as we speak.”

        “Hmm,” Kate murmured. “My own hunger is more troubling.”

        Another unique feature between the duo was that they appeared more learned than the rest. They could make use of English Language fluently; they only used vernacular for the fun’s sake.

        Rita quickly glanced at her wristwatch – it was 11:10pm. “My dear,” she said. “We can’t continue like this oh.”

        “So,” quoth Kate. “What do you suggest?”

       Before she could finish the sentence, an ash-coloured Mazda 929 drove to their front and parked. Within a twinkle of an eye, Kate hastily double-crossed her colleague and ran towards the supposed client who had wind down the car window, but the guest signaled Rita asking her to come over, ignoring the former.

       Kate who felt so awful and disappointed, stylishly returned to her initial position, as her friend responded to the call. “Na wa ooh!” she soliloquized. “So, I just ran for nothing?” She added as she stood aloof.

       “Fine girl, how are you?” the man said cheerily the moment Rita got to the car in her high-heeled psychedelic foot wears.

       “Oga, I am fine oh.” Rita responded as she stood at the car door, trying to make her visible boobs look more irresistible.

        The august visitor who seemed to be in his late 30s smiled as he ostensibly admired her antics which were targeted to lure him into the net. “How much for a night?” He inquired, still seated in his car seat.

       “You mean, a whole night?” she verified, placing her two hands on the car window, whilst her boobs and sexy eyes were focused on the prey.

       “Yes, a whole night.”

       “You know sey you be Oga?” she teased in Pidgin. “Just twenty thousand naira.”

       “Twenty what?” he roared, surprised.

       “Is like this is your first time, bros?”

       “Meaning?”

       “The way you exclaimed baffles me.”

       “How?”

       “A regular customer can’t display such look just because of price.”

        He was marveled at her use of English Language, though became a little bit uncomfortable by her words. Hence, he assumed she must be educated, but wondered what could make a promising and pretty young lady to delve into a dirty occupation of this kind.

       “Bros, are you there?” she verified, waving her right hand, trying to awaken the guest’s consciousness that was carried away by the intriguing thoughts.

       “Yes, yes, I am here.” He lied. “Well, let me offer you ten thousand.” He hastily added.

       “10k?” she said. “No naow bros, 10k is not enough for wholesale purchase.” She responded, still wondering what could have made him to appear so thoughtful awhile ago.

        “Okay, twelve thousand.” The guest persistently bargained.

        “Bros, don’t forget,” she said. “All these stuffs would be all yours oh.” She reminded, making him realize every of her endowments by twisting herself.

        Her hips, bum, and of course the boobs were all to match. She had everything at the right place, just to assert the least.

       Kate kept watching them afar as the melodrama lingered. “These people should do and leave my presence.” She murmured. “They are just blocking my space.”

       “Okay, what of 15k?” He inquired.

       “Now you have come.” Rita appreciated. “I am all yours tonight.” She said, hurriedly walked towards the other side of the car, hopped in and jammed the door. “Byeeeee!” She waved at Kate.

       “Yes ooh,” Kate responded, gesticulating. “Give him the best style oh.” She teased.

        The dude smiled.

       “Bros, take care of my baby oh.” She added.

        They drove off. “My name is Stanley.’ He notified while on the steering.

        “Rita.” She succinctly replied.

         Stanley nodded. “Rita, you are very beautiful, I must confess.” he enthused in a jiffy.

         “Thank you.” she reluctantly said. “I have known that since I was 10.” She added.

         “Really?”

          “Ya.”

          “Interesting.”

           There was an abrupt silence.

          “So, where are we up to?” she broke the silence.

          “Hilltop Estate.” He informed.

           The said arena, which was about 6km away, was where well-to-do individuals lived.

          “Alright.” She said, felt elated. “You must be a politician.”

          “No, why did you say so?”

         “I know Hilltop is where big men reside.”

          Stanley smiled. “Is it only politicians that are wealthy in the country?”  

          “No, but most of them are politicians.” Rita asserted. “They are the ones empting our national treasury while the poor keep getting poorer.”

         Stanley looked at her, amazed. “I have been watching you.” He said. “You sound so intelligently.”

         “Sure?”

         “Yes of course.”

         “Thank you.”

         “So, what do you do?” He mistakenly enquired, forgetting he picked her up from a brothel.

          He actually wanted to know if she was a student or a graduate of any college.

          She was shocked at the question. “How ..?” she managed to utter.

         “Oh sorry, that was a slip of tongue.” He quickly apologized.

         “You are funny.” She observed cheerfully.

           He couldn’t utter any other word till they got to their destination. In ten minutes time at about 11:40pm, they arrived at his residence.

         What transpired thereafter, which was more fascinating, ought to be narrated subsequently. So, keep a date with us come next week, while you keep the reactions flowing.

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