Ntobeko



It had been a week of me being in here and my heart still weighed heavy on my chest. I have thought of my mother and how she was, she must be worried sick about me. As much as I was grateful that I was not down there with the other girls, doing unthinkable things. I wanted to go back home, I would do anything to go home and be in my mother’s arms, and be wrapped in her warm embrace.

“Nkosazana.” Siza’s voice made me turn, he had been nothing but kind to me, he even lent me his bed and only came to give me foreplay now again. But other days he wouldn’t come at all, he would only send food for me to eat and not dare enter.

I was sometimes glad for the privacy of being alone but other times I missed him, well his tongue and how it curled deep inside me and how it made my mind turn into a puddle. He was wearing sweatpants, his hand buried deep in his pockets. “How did you sleep?” Another thing I hadn’t anticipated was his kindness towards me, he hadn’t even forced himself on me, not even once.

“Good thanks.” I sat up straight, “We are going downstairs, go and get ready.” He said matter of factly, turned on his heel and walked out of the room as fast as he came.

I haven’t been out of this room in a week and I have been glad knowing that I didn’t have to step foot outside of this place. I kicked the blanket and opted for a quick shower instead of a bath. When I came out I found the bed already made and a silky dress was laid on the bed perfectly.

I put on the dress and brushed my short hair and found Siza waiting at his office looking out the window, he turned when he heard me get out, his eyes burned slowly as they moved on my body, slowly, taking his time to look at me. My skin felt warm under his gaze, making me shift from one foot to another.

He did not say one word to me, the only thing he did was nod and went to open the door for me. I got out, now no longer buried by the fear that I felt when I first got here, it was still there, still lurking but it was not as bad as it was before.

I looked around carefully. Everything was open for one to see when the people passed, the only thing that separated the rooms were the glass door windows, I could see a room where there were different girls on the stage dancing on the poles, wearing clothes that should not even be considered clothes as they showed everything and only covered a little bit of the private areas.

The other room was a chilling spot. I could see big couches taking up most of the space, the next room had curtains drawn, and there was also a bar area that was displaying all kinds of alcohol, the warehouse big that the other rooms were even hard to see.

“This room is for general guys,” Siza said when he caught me looking, his hand was resting on my waist so gently that I barely even felt it. He led us into the stripper room where the red and blue lights glowed, illuminating the room. I swallowed thickly when I sat down next to Siza. The girls were dancing on the poles like they had been doing this forever. I recognised some of them from the lineup we had been in when we got out of the containers.

They looked at me with hatred and envy, I could see it in their eyes wishing that they were the ones in my place as if I was the one who suggested to be hand-picked by Siza and wanted by him. I watched as one of the girls walked away from the stage, and came over walking slowly like she was on some modelling stage, her eyes were locked with Siza, shestarted dancing. She bent over so that we saw everything under her diamond-shaped pantyhose.

Her hands found themselves on Siza’s chest as she continued to dance, she danced and stripped like her whole life depended on it, or it might as well have been. She wanted Siza to pick her, for her to be in my place, her buttocks started grinding Siza as if she were to make me jealous.

Siza looked uninterested like he was in a board meeting listening to uninteresting opinions as he lit his cigar and placed it between his teeth. I have never seen a man look so uninterested when a girl was practically half-naked and throwing themselves at him.

“Get out.” He spoke so casually like he had asked for a glass of water. The lady’s dance faltered a little standing up and looked at Siza in confusion. “All of you get out, now.” This time he raised his voice making all the other strippers get out in a hurry, the door closed after the girl who was all over Siza.

“Get up.” He said, looking at me. I did as he instructed not wanting to anger him. “Go in those poles and strip for me.”