I never thought I would ever meet, let alone sleep with, someone who had done plastic surgery. However, anything is possible in my generation. Even though most average people are using their last coin to get plastic surgery. Back in the day, those things were reserved for the wives and side chicks of the super-rich. Nowadays, plastic surgery is accessible to anyone.
Being single in this generation will show you things. I’m not really the adventurous type yet I still meet interesting people. I wonder what those who seek adventurous people are seeing in these streets.
One of my more adventurous friends decided to introduce me to his world and the things I saw made me never want to go back. It was his turn to plan a hangout and I gave him full control.
“I know you’re a wild one. We have rules for our boys’ night but I want you to plan it your way.” I told him.
“Are you serious?” He replied excitedly.
“Yes. I want to try something new.”
“I promise you’ll have the best night of your life.”
At that point, I didn’t care what happened. I just wanted to have fun. He kept asking if I was sure I wanted to party like he did and I insisted I did.
“Are you sure you can handle it? You’re not really the open-minded type.”
“This weekend, I’m open to anything.”
“Okay. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Once we agreed, there was no turning back. I didn’t plan on backing out anyway. I was very curious about his life. Paul always seemed to be around rich and powerful men. He was always in a big car, at a high end restaurant and drinking expensive liquor. Who was I not to experience that life at least once in my life?
He added me to a group that had 9 other members.
“Welcome to the real boys club.” He wrote after adding me.
I stayed low-key as the other members planned the next hangout.
“We need 5 bottles of Martell, 4 bottles of Hendrick’s and 2 bottles of Belaire.” One of them wrote.
“Okay. That should cost around Ksh 100,000. Let’s start sending the cash. Ksh 10,000 per head.”
“Ah, that’s so little.”
“Yeah, we’re having a polite night. We don’t want to scare away our new member.” Paul wrote.
It was painful to remove that kind of money just to drink it away but I didn’t have much of a choice. I didn’t want to be the buzzkill that complained about money especially when I had just been added to the group.
They continued planning the hangout as I was busy at work. I wondered whether they were employed like I was and how they had time to chat the whole day. However, I realized it was none of my business. All I wanted was to experience Paul’s infamous boys night.
Finally, the weekend was a day away. I couldn’t concentrate at work that Friday as I anticipated the events that would transpire the following day. As soon as it hit 5 pm, I was out the door.
“See you on Monday.” I yelled as I dashed to the door.
“Why are you in such a hurry? Do you have a date?” One of my colleagues asked.
“No, I just have something I need to handle at home.”
“Okay. Have a good weekend and be safe.”
Those words probably saved my life because they snapped me back to reality.
I woke up the following day with an unexplained energy. I went on a run, made a heavy breakfast, did a full body grooming then picked my outfit of the night. By 2 pm, I was ready to go.
“Hey, where are you?” I asked Paul.
“I’m at my place. Why?”
“I’m ready.”
“It’s so early. You can come to my place and kill time here.”
When I went to his place, everything was a mess and he looked like he had just woken up. There were two girls there who also looked like they had just woken up.
One of the girls looked a bit unusual. I kept stealing a glimpse at her but I couldn’t figure out what it was. When she stood up, it finally made sense. She had done plastic surgery. By that, I mean her body features didn’t look natural. Her lips were full, her chest nearly choked her and her bum… it was equally large.
I didn’t ask any questions. I simply sipped my whiskey and minded my business.
“Have we met before?” She asked.
“No, I don’t think we have.”
“I’m Bianca.”
“I’m Lenny.”
“Nice to meet you.”
She was surprisingly sweet and relatable. We got along well and stayed next to each other the whole night. Somehow, being with her made the whole night seem normal but there was nothing normal about it.
Paul took us to a strip club. Girls were naked everywhere. It was my first time in a strip club and I tried to be cool but I felt really uncomfortable.
However, the most uncomfortable part of the night was when I got intimate with Bianca. It happened really fast. We started kissing in the backseat of Paul’s car. Her lips felt strange. They were a bit hard but still kissable.
When we got to Paul’s place, she pulled me into one of the guest bedrooms and started getting undressed. I could see the plastic surgery scars on her breasts, stomach and butt. It was a bit shocking but I stayed strong.
The sex was the strangest part. Her body didn’t feel natural at all. I didn’t even finish. After a few minutes, I was ready to call it a night.
I have nothing against plastic surgery but after that experience, I know I wouldn’t date a girl who had one. I’d rather date a girl who is either skinny or chubby as long as it’s her natural body.
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