ShortStory I Rare Metamorphosis (II)

RARE METAMORPHOSIS (II)

       When they got to their destination at that ungodly hour, everywhere was tranquil until the caged Rottweiler chose to welcome its boss with a tenderly bark. Stanley, a well-to-do bachelor, lived alone in a separate well fenced three-bedroom bungalow.

        Initially, Rita was abruptly gripped by fear, but later summoned courage since it wasn’t the first time she would be with a stranger in such secluded apartment. “You live alone here?” she tendered the moment they stepped out of the newly painted Mazda 929.

       “Yes,” quoth Stanley. “Any problem?’

       “No.” she said, shaking her roundish head that bore gorgeously retouched hairs.

        The output of the supplied power was apparently up to 220Volt, thus the overall premises were awash with luminous fluorescence, thereby making the arena seemed a bit lively and accommodating. The duo majestically walked towards the lodge’s entrance; the host slightly led the walk. In a few seconds interval, they got to the door, which was made with an impeccable metal material, and within a twinkle of an eye it was let open with one of the keys in his hand. Wow, the interior - precisely the lounge room - was magnificently but decently decorated. As the guest stepped into it, she felt at home and couldn’t stop wondering what the dude did for a living. Therein, she presumably foresaw a hot mutual tango in his supposed sexy bed, although yet to catch the sight of the point in question.

        “Please, make yourself comfortable.” He requested, sat on one of the settees.

        “What are we doing here?” she queried still standing. “Let’s go to your room naow..”

        Apparently, she couldn’t wait to unfold all the styles she was good in. It had occurred to her that a second delay might lead to unforeseen crisis.

       “Relaxed,” Stanley urged. “Won’t you freshen up?” he asserted, paused. “Besides, have you eaten?”

        She was struck by his words. He sounded so caring and lovely; hence, she calmly sat adjacent to him, consequently dropped her bogus handbag right beside the chair. “Seriously, I am hungry.” She confessed, stylishly looking away.

        He smiled. Few seconds on, he stood up and took a walk toward his cookery, never minded he was yet to undress his cute blue caftan.

       “So, he cooks too?” she thought, filled with amazement.

        Some minutes later, he returned with a plate of stewed white rice, and served her. “You were supposed to shower before the meal.” He asserted. “But, I noticed you are very hungry.”   

        She had been yawning all through since they entered the house, so an exegesis was needless. But the fascinating aspect of the scenario was that she was still eager to unleash her romantic prowess amidst the ravaging hunger.

        “Thanks for the meal,” she appreciated. “But, I don’t think the shower would be necessary.”

       “Why..?”

       “I took my bath before I left home this night.”

       “Home...?” he subconsciously said.

         To him, Rita was nothing but a harlot who wasn’t an affiliate of any home. He was of the view that she resided in the brothel where he picked her.

        “Ya, my lodge.” She responded notwithstanding the suddenness of the inquiry.

        “Well, never mind.” He pleaded. “I was carried away.” He added, resumed his seat.

        She dished out a dazzling smile as she recalled his antics thus far, and then began to devour the food which was accompanied with a glass of chilled water.

       “Please excuse me,” he said, stood up. “I need to freshen up.”

       “Alright.” She concurred.

       “Don’t forget, you still need to take a bath.” He reminded as he walked away.

        She smiled, kept taking care of the good-looking meal.

        About twenty minutes on, approximately at 12:04 midnight, both parties were done with the preliminaries, hence, were already in the bed which she couldn’t wait to embrace.

       “My money.” Rita requested, opening her left palm towards him as they separately sat on the bed.

       She was obviously abiding by the rules of the trade which didn’t tolerate payment in arrears. She was ostensibly ready to offer him the best of her wares only if he stuck to the rules.

       “Which money?” he verified albeit ignorantly.

       “Payment before service.” She informed, still kept her palm widely open.

        To her, that wasn’t an information, rather, a reminder. Of course, if the dude had been in the game, he needed not be told the general principle guiding every ‘professional’ whore.

        Stanley smiled, went to his bed drawer, brought out fifteen thousand naira (#15,000) and handed it over to her.

        “Deal!” she exclaimed, dipped the cash into her handbag that was kept beside the bed. “Now, I am all yours.” She announced cheerfully.

        They both went to bed. It was a family-sized bed, so there was enormous space for the awaited tango. Ironically, till 4:00am, Stanley was still stagnant, never cared to have his own share of the deal.

        “Why are you not moved?” Rita observed. “For your information, I am leaving by five.” She said, paused. “I can’t stay here till daybreak.”

        “Honestly, I am not in the mood.” He notified as he lay on his back.

         She hastily looked at his shorts, which he was only putting on; his cucumber appeared so docile. “How do you mean?” she said, surprised.

        “You see,” quoth Stanley. “From the moment I met you at that chalet, I understood you are different.”

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

        “Yes, everything about you is different.” Stanley rode on. “You don’t talk like a prostitute.” He observed, took a breath. “I don’t think this is where you belong.”

         She was attentive, filled with goose bumps.

        “Please tell me,” he said. “Who are you?”

          She involuntarily began to weep.

         “You are crying?” he said, deeply confused. “Why are you crying?”

        “I am a final year student of Adape State University.” she informed amid the sobs as she equally lay on her back. “I am studying Public Administration.” She added in a jiffy.

        “Wha…t?” Stanley screamed, raised his head from the bed and looked fiercely into her eyes. “So, what led you into this?” he inquired curiously.

       “My friend, Kate.” She revealed hesitantly.

        The one I saw with you yester-night?”

        She nodded, still gasping for air.

       “Why?” he said. “I mean, how?” He added, gesticulating.

         Kate who was her schoolmate lured her into the trade few months back. Ordinarily, Rita had no reason to flirt let alone emerging as an institutional harlot, because, financially she was lacking nothing as a student and she hailed from a very decent home. Right in the bedroom, she renounced the profession in respect of Stanley’s importunate request.

         The 38-year-old bachelor had been rummaging for a marriageable lady, and therein, intriguingly, it occurred to him that he had found one. It would interest you to note that the previous day was actually the first time he would patronize a brothel; he was never addicted to such lifestyle.

         Afterwards, they started dating. Eleven weeks on, they got married. Prior to the wedding, Stanley never disclosed to anyone, not even his parents, how he met Rita. They kept the secret to themselves.  
Fascinatingly, Kate was the chief bridesmaid of the epochal occasion; she had as well repented. The happy marriage was thereafter blessed with children.

         If you were in Stanley’s shoes, would you have taken Rita to the altar? Think about it!

** The End **      

               

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