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Ama Palmer decided to find greener pasture outside Nigeria, she had been a 'small girl, big god' red-light escort in Nigeria since her first year in the university. She had walked the res-lighy District and had earned next to nothing in the new country, and just when she was about to give up, a seemingly nice offer surfaced. But what she didn't know was that the underlying price she was going to pay would come with lots of pain and the kinds of kinky sex that'd make the writer of fifty shades of grey squirm. Two murders after, she found herself running for her life while still trying to help the untrustworthy police force funs the real killers. But who would believe a prostitute and a drug dealer? Will she be able to scale through or would the snare land her in deeper trouble?


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Something crawled in the dark just below the dumpster at the corner of Mears and Walker. Ama looked behind her as she held on tightly to her bag. The content of the purse was so precious that she would rather be killed than get robbed.


The cold September air caressed her bare face with its icy touch as she hurriedly made her way forward. It was one of the nights she'd wished she had followed Blossom to Sun-city, Johannesburg. Pretoria was beginning to get a little dry and sales were not as good as they used to be, and paying pervs had become scarce. Nobody wanted to pay her price anymore.


Chai, she swore! Oju-Ore runs in Nigeria came to her mind and how wonderful it was to wake up with at least fifty thousand naira in her purse. As hard as living as a red-light escort in Lagos was, the girls knew how to maneuver their ways around police raids. Nothing harsh could be done to them and they knew the necessary hands to grease when corners got tight.


Unlike the streets of Mushin, the streets here were filled with unwilling participants in the business. She heard the meow of a cat somewhere near but this time she didn’t pause to see where it had come from. She wanted to get as far away from this particular street and as fast as possible. The man in blue had made it clear that he didn’t want to see her anywhere near Sunnyside after the deal.


Damn! She swore out loud, how did she get herself into such big trouble? She had left Nigeria for a better life and the decision to tread this part hadn’t shown this piece of the puzzle. She had left with the mind of a bull and seven hundred thousand naira of her sweat and cum. The business she was able to open only lasted for about six months; everyone knew how to make hair. The Ghanainas were the best braiders and weavers and the Liberian ladies could cut any hair to perfection. She had to struggle for customers and the braiders she got stolen her blind. Then she had been introduced to the rosy side-gig and her greed had overridden the guilt that had arrived in South Africa with her.


Another yelp from the night furry crawlers and Ama put more life to her feet. She had done what he had asked her to do. She had stolen the brown envelope that was supposed to contain ten kilo of cocaine from the stupid Ty Jenkins and his pervert wife, Tar.


Ama winced at the thought of how painful it had been to endure the couple’s extreme threesome.


Despite the excruciating pain, Ama wasn’t ready to go back to Lagos just yet. She had taken the pain and screamed in feigned delight so Mrs. Perv-Tar would leave her alone, as quickly as possible. Ama had learnt that the lady had a perversion for throaty mornings.


They had paid Ama 500 rands for her part in their kinky set up. It was a nice addition that Ama wasn’t ready to let go of. She had waited for Tar to go rushing into the bathroom to pee when she'd devised a plan. For whatever reason, Ty had gone after her. It was a perfect opportunity for Ama, so she slipped the drug the blue-dude had given her into their drinks.


But, she was scared to death when Tar suddenly burst into the room and asked what she was doing with their drinks; Ama had only a few seconds to improvise and thought up a convicting lie. She said that she was only trying to bring the drinks over so they could have another round in the bathroom.


The couple fell for the lie and they drank the drinks as they all made to move to the bathroom. Ama had to keep rubbing against Ty's groin while Tar flicked her nipples. Lucky for Ama, her plan worked sooner that she'd expected it to. Tar was the first one to drop. Few seconds after, eyes in a blindfold, unaware of his wife’s unconscious state and mind in anticipation of orgasm, Ty fell on top of her.


Ama had taken what she had to take and had fled the scene. She didn’t have any plan at that moment; she just wanted to go as far as her legs could carry her.

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Shaun M Waller Shaun M Waller
Very interesting starting chapter, I am intrigued to what will happen next, I will keep reading.
May 20, 2024, 11:42
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