“Where do you stay?” he asked while sipping on his glass.

“Mufakose,” I answered.

“Let’s go Babes,” he stood up.

He pulled me and I stood up and followed him. His car was parked far from the bar, near the trees. He opened the door and took the backseat. I didn’t understand why he wanted me at the back. He came to the other side and sat close to me. The car was in a dark area with no street lights.

“Show me what you are made of,” he said touching my thighs.

I looked at him, confused. He wanted me to have sex with him in a car. That’s crazy and what will the police do after they see us? His cold hands went straight between my legs. He went on top and we had sex without a condom.

I just lay there till he finished. He sat by the seat, wearing his trousers. I wore my panties. He handed me R500 and I got out of the car and he drove off.

I walked down back to the bar and ordered a whiskey. I needed something strong. Having sex in a car was uncomfortable. He had money to pay me but not for a lodge. Definitely this guy is married, I decided.

“Are you lonely?” a male voice said.

I looked back, saw a man with a funny Mohawk cut in his head. I just wanted to be alone. I took a sip. I felt uncomfortable. I tried to stand up and he warned me to be still.

“I can buy you a drink,” he continued.

All I wanted was to go home. The guy looked 23 or so.

“I know you do jobs here. I can be a client,” he said and two white wines were served. He handed me a glass. I was afraid he might be a bad man. Why does he come out of nowhere? Nancy always gives me men, I thought. I got tense.

“How much do you charge a night?” he asked staring at me. “I will give you R1500,” he continued.

I nodded. He emptied his glass and I did the same. We walked outside and he had called a taxi that took us to Greendale.

The car stopped at a lovely big house. He paid the driver as I kept staring at the house. It was dark, no lights were on. He opened the gate and ushered me inside. I think he wanted to get it done quickly.

Everything looked expensive. How can a young many own such things? He pulled me inside the bedroom. He took off his clothes and I did the same and crept into bed. We had sex the whole night. I could not stop looking at everything inside the house.

Morning came soon and he gave me R1500. He kissed my cheek. It was not like we were in love; all the men who came to my service never kissed. It was only sex. I went to the bathroom and dressed up and walked out the bedroom. When I entered the lounge I noticed the man I had sex with on my first time.

His face was on a picture on the television stand with a woman by his side. I ran out of the house as fast as I could. I didn’t even know his name or this boy’s name.

I saw a taxi standing by the corner. I waved my hand and it waited for me till I reached it. I sat at the front with the driver. I noticed the same face again. I looked down at it as the taxi drove off. I had slept with the father and son. What a tragic and big scandal it would be if they found out.

I put my hand in my small purse, took my phone. There were so many missed calls and messages.
Cathy where are u?

Pliz answer ur fone?

Cathy what happened last night?

How much did you get paid last night?

I quickly put it back in my purse. All I wanted was to reach home, sleep and hopefully reply to them later.

I arrived at home after an hour. The taxi took longer to get full. The doors were locked. I checked where Pearl put the key and found it there under the stone.

I took a cold bath and wore my shorts and a buster. I counted the money and it came to R3 450. I used the other for transport. I took it and hid it between the mattress and base.

I found some food to eat and slept.

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Tell us what you think: Do you know girls like Cathy? Why do you think they are in prostitution?