Michelle called late in the afternoon to invite me to Nakuru for this fun, spontaneous enjoyment that would fill my pockets at the end of the weekend. We had done this before, so, I was pretty pumped when she mentioned that I will be paid a sum of 50,000 Kenyan Shillings at the end of the weekend. However, she had mentioned she won’t be tagging along due to previous engagements and shared with me Shanice’s number.
It was my first time working with Shanice. I did a quick run through her Instagram and she seemed like a pretty cool lass from the photos. We got talking and she affirmed that we just needed to attend this party and we’ll be paid on Sunday. I was bored in my hostel room, so I packed up a bag, did a little bit of some make-up and off I went. I arrived in Nakuru approximately four hours later, at nightfall.
Shanice had been waiting for me when I arrived and we left for the hotel soon after. The ride to the hotel was pretty nice. We raved about life, how cool my sunglasses were, where she bought her thigh-high boots and what the weekend had in store for us. We also talked about Michelle, the mutual friend that introduced us to each other. She and Michelle had been to the same high school and had stayed friends after that.
We pulled up at this luxurious villa that was rather quiet, beating my expectations of a booming party as I had been made to understand. My mind went into a frenzy when I started to imagine all of the things that could go wrong. Maybe this girl was some serial killer and I had played right into her bait. I excused myself to give Michelle a quick call because things seemed a little off to me. Shanice paid for the cab as I desperately tried to reach Michelle with zero success.
“Hey! Come on in,” she shouted at me as she carried my bag inside the villa.
“Be there in a minute,” I responded. I tried to hurriedly go through my phone, see who I could call in case of an emergency, and it dawned on me that I’d have to explain to them what I was doing in a villa. I was not about to position myself for the humiliation and judgement girls are subjected to for going on such escapades with strangers. I resorted to leaving Michelle a message, telling her that the situation was unlike anything she had explained.
There were five men seated at the dining table when I walked in and they all smiled when they saw me. I waved at them naively, as Shanice dragged me to the room on the side before I could capture any of their faces.
“What are they doing here?” I asked.
“What do you mean what are they doing here? They are our clients,” she added.
“What? We are here to drink, dance and have fun with those old men?”
“You know what they say about vitambi right? These fat-belled men are where it’s at baby!” she chimed.
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“Kwani what did you expect?”
“To have fun, with other young people and not people my father’s age! I want to leave!” I announced.
“Darling you can’t leave now, you are already here,” she said with finality.
We sat up in the room glued to our phones for close to an hour when the door flung open. The man who smiled broadly when I came in was standing at the door, wearing boxers and his belly peeking through his vest, a beer in hand.
“Sasa mrembo, hi beautiful,” he said.
“I looked up, looked at him and then to Shanice. “Me?” I asked, hesitantly tapping my chest, “Yes, you.”
“I’m fine thank you for asking.”
“Have you had anything to eat? Or would you like a drink?” he questioned.
“No thank you, sir, I’m good for now,” I replied.
“Then I guess we are good to go!” he said with a smile lighting up his face. The look on his face was disgusting, especially the way his tongue was all over his lips licking them and sucking the beer bottle. I could throw up!
“Go where?” I asked. He turned his gaze to Shanice who replied to my concerns,
“Just follow him, you are safe in here,” she said.
The walk to that room was eventful, I kept on recounting all the beheading movies I have ever watched and how horrible they panned out for cowards. I was scanning for loopholes, weapons I could use in case things go wrong in a whiff. I had re-enacted potentially five movie scenes in my head when we got to his room only to meet his clothes strewn all over the floor.
“You are a really beautiful girl I must say,” he said, placing the bottle of beer on the dressing table.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
“Would you like to take the lead, you Gen-Z’s have a lot of tricks on your selves as I’ve come to learn. Every single time, it’s a surprise and I’m looking to be surprised tonight too.” My heart shuddered as each of the words he just uttered fell into my ears. I expected that sex would be part of the cut-out details, but what wasn’t in my expectations, was sex with a man as old as the scarecrow in front of me.
“Did you hear me?” he asked when he noticed I was probably indulging my thoughts alone.
“Yes, let me talk to Shanice first,” I said in an effort to excuse myself from him.
“That’s not necessary, she’s on her period, that’s why she had to call you.”
“What?” The shock escaped my voice.
“You are wasting my time, young girl. You know what you came here to do, let’s do it.”
Fury built up in my throat as the old man panted heavily on top of me, wiping off his sweat that occasionally landed on my body and it felt like I had been kissed by the devil. He went on, demanding that I go down on him and perform all of these things I guess he might have watched on porn because he could barely explain anything sensible.
By the time he fell asleep, he had exhausted every nerve in me and I just wanted to be gone. I tip-toed around the house, looking for Shanice and found her at the furthest end of the house, the room she ushered me into when I first arrived.
“I know you lied about being on your periods. Why would you let me suffer in the hands of that man all alone?” The fury escaped my lungs soon as I closed the door behind me and walked towards her.
“Keep your voice down. I was here since yesterday and it wasn’t easy. I needed a break.” She said, looking afraid, I guess she thought I might fight her because I was visibly disgusted.
“And you threw me to the wolves?” I demanded.
“Don’t worry, somebody else is coming in tomorrow and you can rest.” She added, sounding consoling. I looked at her quietly for a minute, how she was calmly pulling the duvet over herself like she didn’t care about the concern in my voice.
“Shanice this is so wrong. Did you tell her what she’s coming here to do?”
“She wants the money, that’s all that matters,” she said moving her iPhone 13promax all over the place, you could tell by the way she flaunted it, that it was her most-priced possession.
“I’m leaving tomorrow morning, run me that money as soon as he wakes up.”
“Sure thing,” Shanice responded as she moved to the furthest side of the bed and I lay on the other side.
I had expected it would be a smooth, seamless process, only for the old man to come to the room looking for me. He appeared displeased like he could discipline me the same way he disciplines his thirteen years old teenager.
“Hey, we are not done yet. Come with me!” He ordered.
“No, Actually, I’m done with you. Just pay me up I need to leave.” I blurted.
“What? What am I paying you for?” He asked, sounding sarcastic.
“You don’t think I will pay you for sex, do you?” His face showed genuine surprise. Like he hadn’t committed to making any payments at all.
“Excuse me?” I ask, turning my gaze to Shanice.
“You heard me right.” He added, sounding like a high school teacher that just caught a mischievous student.
“In fact, you have fifteen minutes to be out of this place!” He banged the door on his way out. He must have thought that throwing me out was probably the worst thing that could happen to me, but it was actually the best.
Shanice was staring at me, looking frightened. I wanted to pounce on her but I only afforded to ask her for transport fare back to Nairobi.
“Sina kakitu babe,” She replied. I had to Fuliza for my transport fare as I waited for Michelle to bail me out. I met the new girl on the way out, I wish I could have told her that Shanice is a liar, but I knew she wouldn’t believe me, because I too had already made plans with that cash, but the only plans that materialized were emergency pills and HIV tests. Michelle sent me cash just enough to clear my Fuliza balance and fare back to Nairobi and she promised to talk to Shanice about what transpired.
A week later, I woke up to a buzzing Instagram and numerous WhatsApp messages from friends and family. The new girl, Masha, got into a bitter fallout with Shanice about the money. Apparently, the men had paid Shanice for a ‘good time’ on the condition that she brings girls along for sex. What angered Masha more, was surprisingly similar to my frustrations. Shanice had continued with her ‘menstruation lie’ and the girl had gone through the same hell as mine but with two of the men.
While I tried so hard to stay out of the mess to protect myself, Michelle dragged me into it by sharing screenshots of our conversations and Mpesa messages, so I had to explain myself to my friends. For once, I was grateful that my parents aren’t social media savvy, because all the drama simmered down, without either of them learning about it. Still, I live in fear of it cropping up in the future when I least expect it to and honestly, I’m not ready for it. But what’s clear as day to me right now, is nothing comes easy.
This story was inspired by a story that was shared on Twitter.
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