Siza



I watched as fear and surprise morphed into Ntobeko’s face, she stood up unsure if she was really doing this and went to the stage without any fight. She looked awkward up there as she stood not knowing what to do.

I pressed the remote and Ciara’s body party song started playing. “Close your eyes.” I instructed, “And picture yourself as the person singing the song and doing the moves.”

Ntobeko closed her eyes like I had instructed her, and took a deep breath. All the anxiety and fear left her as she started to relax and moved slowly and soon she got in the mood.

My eyes fixed on her, on how she perfectly moved her body, swaying her body side to side, using the pole as if it were a person. Watching her got me all hot and bothered, unlike that other girl who was busy here dancing like an electrocuted cat.

I squashed the cigar on the ashtray and went to the stage to join Ntobeko. I wrapped my arms around her waist for a second. She stiffened a bit and then later loosened herself and started moving her little buttocks on me, making me hard in a second.

I spun her around and my fingers found themselves under her chin and smashed my lips on hers, I pulled her leg to wrap around my waist and moved between her thighs.

With a push of a button, the red thick curtains closed the entire windows. I picked her up and went to place her on the big couch and ripped her dress, Gosh she was beautiful. I have seen many girls in my lifetime, but Ntobeko tops all of them.

I took out her piece one piece at a time, there were many things one could do to satisfy each with the need of being intimate and that is what I did.

I opened my eyes after my heart started beating at a normal rate, I pulled Ntobeko on the couch and wiped her clean with the towels and handed her some black tracksuits since I ruined her clothes.

I caressed her cheek once she was done dressing and kissed her forehead, “Thank you.” I walked out leaving her in that room making sure that no one was to disturb her.

Ntobeko

Thank you. Was I cheap? Couldn’t he just walk out without having to say anything that would have been better than a thank you?

I sat on the couch not knowing what else to do, I couldn’t exactly walk out of here, what if that would anger Siza?

I pulled my legs on my chest and hugged them real tight and felt tears streaming down my cheeks, although I was grateful that Siza had decided not to hurt me, I still think about my mother even if she were to go to the police station. What would the police do? They have proved countless times that they were useless, Sthembiso was murdered a year ago, and the killer had still not yet been found. What would they do in my situation?

I was all alone in this and the only way to survive was for me to do whatever Siza told me to do as long as I was not going to be sold and be turned into some drug mule or dance for pathetic old men who got nothing to do with their lives than gawk at half-dressed young women and casually slid a few notes on their bras or their underwears.

The door opened pulling me out of my thoughts, I thought it would be Siza but it was not. Instead, it was the guy I saw behind the bar earlier bringing me a tray of food and left without even saying a word.

Even though my stomach was in knots I forced down the sandwich, biting the nausea that wanted to rise and make me want to vomit all of last night’s dinner.