Big Apple was made up of about 20 tiny cubicles. Each contained a mattress and Chair. Some girls have a cubicle to themselves, while others share with their colleagues. Directly in front of the cubicles is a bar, where prospective customers drink while staring at the girls sitting in front of their cubicles. When a guy sees a girl he wants, all he needs is to meet the girl, they go inside the room, negotiate and fvck.
Ugo, Tope and I sat on plastic chairs, around a dirty table. We all decided to drink Guinness because it was rumored to increase a guy’s libido. Tope had said I was the only one with the impotency problem, I was surprised that the other guys wanted to check their ‘calibration’ as Tope put it.
As the beer got drained, the old fear crept in. I wondered if I actually had an erection problem. My fear was not based on the fact that I might not be able to father kids; it was more on the fact that I would not be able to have sex with hot girls.
When the beer was finished, we remained on our seats, investigations have shown that the ladies took #500 per round; we couldn’t afford to take more bottles of beer and still afford the pvssy.
“Boys, oh my boys, what we are about to do now is a maturity ritual. I know you feel the weight on the world is on your shoulders but alas! It is all a gimmick of the devil, trying to stop us from fulfilling destiny,” Tope said, standing up with intent.
Once again, his speech had been off the mark, but we ignored. Ugo had warned us against leaving our condom filled semen in their rooms. “They use it for rituals!” he cautioned.
Tope approached a chubby looking girl, wearing a red top and a black short skirt. He always liked plus sized girls. We watched them chat a bit before he entered her room. Ugo soon followed. He chose a girl that I thought was not pretty, she looked worn out, but I guess the loins want the loins want.
The girl I had been staring at was more reserved. She was wearing an armless gown, dark in complexion and looked taller than me. If I hadn’t seen her there, I would have argued with anyone that called her a prostitute.
She smiled as I worked up to her.
“Hello,” I said, a little shaky.
“Hi, I am Angela.”
“How much?” I blurted out.
I know I sounded awkward, and I was trained to get inside with her before negotiating, but I had nothing else to say. Thank God she smiled at my awkwardness.
“Why don’t we go inside and talk?” she asked.
She sat on the bed and patted the space beside her for me to sit.
“Is this your first time?” she asked.
“Here? Yes it is my first time.”
“No, I mean are you a virgin?” she asked.
“Don’t be afraid, many of the boys in the estate lose their virginity her.”
She was calm and spoke good English. I hadn’t expected a prostitute to be this regular.
“I tried having sex with my girlfriend, ermmm..no..ex.. but I couldn’t get hard,” I confessed.
“Don’t worry, you are in safe hands,” she said.
She helped me pull off my trouser, when she was done, she pulled all her clothes. She had a nice behind, her nipplez were inverted.
“Lay on your back,” she said, “beside me.”
I did as I was told. We were quiet for a while, I wondered if I was going to get laid at all.
While I just lay like a log of wood, she had her legs spread, exposing a completely shaved cvnt.
“Tell me anything,” she said.
Since my father died, I hadn’t spoken about it to anybody. Even my friends didn’t talk about it with me, they knew it was a touchy subject.
But with a prostitute, I talked about everything, my dad, my mum and my little sister. I spoke about my fears about her health. Then I started crying, afterwards I started laughing and she was laughing too. Her hands went inside my boxers and she started handling my dick.
“My God, you have a big one there,” she said.
We laughed again and I was completely relaxed. She pulled off my boxers, the size of my fully erect dick took me unawares also. I was remarkable.
She put on the condom for me and spread her legs wider.
“Now, don’t think you are with me, imagine you are with a girl you really want to have sex with.”
I entered her with a deep thrust that she gasped. Then we settled in a rhythm that was okay for both of us.
As I rode, Oge’s smile never left my mind.
To Be Continued