Let’s Talk About Sex

Charles had called her out of nowhere and asked if she was busy. It was a Wednesday and her mother had given her a card to go and buy groceries with. She agreed to go out with him so he had picked her up at the supermarket. He was driving around a orange-gold Toyota Hilux.

“Good afternoon, beautiful,” he told her in his strange way of pronouncing things. Anna gave him her not-so-real smile, but-not-exactly-fake smile. She went into the passenger seat. Basically Charles had called her to take her around while he conducted his business. She was basically the pretty car buddy. He drove about one hour out of Harare where he was monitoring a construction site. In his truck there was blue prints of many different buildings. While in the truck Anna goes through them feeling bored.

Then he drives to another site where she waits in the car for another hour. Then he stops by the supermarket where he buys her some fruits juices and pastries. At that point she tells him that she has to meet her cousin in another neighborhood for a family affair. So he dropped her in a neighborhood close to Anna’s own and Anna caught a bus back home when he was out of sight.

Her mother asked her where she got the money for the juice and pastries when she got home. As though Anna hadn’t been lying for at least a week now that she was still working at the restaurant. Sometimes buying things for home was a pain because everything was scrutinized and her mother would always want to be too inquisitive. That was frustrating, at her age Mrs. Moyo should be respecting her as an adult who can make decisions and not have account for every little thing. Being constantly treated with suspicion was tiring. Especially because she was not naughty really besides her sugar dating and that time she used to have sex with her old boyfriend years ago. Okay so she was a bit naughty but this was more naughty by circumstance or naughty for survival. And even if she was naughty, she knew so many boys who were never asked what they were doing and where they got their money from. African parents tended to respect the boy child and give him freedom, but the girl…caged.

“So the one day that I get good tips and decide to treat the family I am interrogated,” Anna lies. Her mother rolls her eyes but still finishes an entire carton of fruit juice before the end of the night. That’s the frustrating part, she restrains and makes it difficult for Anna to be independent but when Anna brings something home or has a bit of money, her mom uses it up.

Anna realises that she needs to butter her mother up to find an excuse to be out all night on Friday. It hits her while she is lying in bed. She starts to create a poster on the Canva app. It’s advertising an all-night prayer for youth hosted at a multi-denominational church close to Sam Levy Village. She labels it “Pray for Your Destiny!”. Her mother loves to talk about destiny and things like that. She takes an hour and a half to make it and finalize it to this Friday. She’ll tell her mother tomorrow. That’s Thursday…and that will give her an entire day to prepare for her sleepover with Clinton…her LAN party with Clinton. The idea makes her giddy.

The next day she goes out soon after her mother leaves for work and looks for something cute to wear. She finds someone that sells cute but not too revealing satin pajamas and gown for thirty dollars for a set. That’s a bit steep for her but it’s worth looking good. She finds some rose essential oil and uses it. The smell is even better than perfume to her.

She resists the urge to get her hair done because then her mother would really be asking questions.

That night she prepares her mother’s favorite meal and makes sure she has the house speak and span before showing her mother the all-night prayer poster on her phone. Her mother examines it. And examines it…until Anna starts to break out in a sweat thinking that it’s not going to work.

“Why do you want to go?” Her mother asks her.

“Well, you’ve mentioned that I have been having terrible luck finding a good, well-paying job so I thought that I would pray about it,” Anna tells her. “And this one is specifically for youth between the ages of eighteen and thirty. They don’t do that often,”

Mrs. Moyo’s eyes narrow.

“Well it’s good to pray for your destiny,” Mrs.Moyo eventually concedes. Anna lets out a relived breathe. It worked, it actually worked. This is the first time that she will be out the entire night. She feels giddy.

The next day, she tells Clinton to pick her up at Sam Levy Village Mall. She arrives there by the afternoon after taking a really intense bath. And as though Mother Nature wanted to make sure that she didn’t get some that night, her period started. Anna groaned. It was three days early according to the Flo app. Mother nature one point. Anna zero points. Even though she had been planning on putting ketchup on a pad, actually having your period was so much worse. The main reason being that Anna bled heavily and had terrible cramps. Cramps that needed more than ibrufen to get better. She needed to take that pain killer that dentists administered to their patients when doing painful procedures…mefenamic acid. Anna went to the pharmacy and got the mefenamic acid. She had to wait a few hours until the pain really started to kick in and her period blood started to flow heavily. She took the medication then and it was nearly five pm. She had to sit down at the local Chicken Inn Restaurant (A fast food place that sold fried chicken like KFC) so that she could handle the pain. Alright. Maybe she was just forcing things.

-I’m at Sam Levy right now but I don’t know if I’ll be able to come over after all-

She texts Clinton.

-Ncaw, why not?-

-I’m not feeling well-

-You do know that you’re talking to a doctor right? What’s wrong?-

-Type two dysmenhorrea-

-Intense period pains? Let me come pick you up and I’ll have you right as rain in no time-

Anna pauses. He still wants her to come over even though he knows that she’s menstruating. Is he one of those guys? Clinton picks her up in thirty minutes in his Mercedes Benz. As soon as Anna opens the passenger door there’s a heat pack and two Cadbury chocolates on the seat.

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” she tells Clinton. Clinton smiles at her. She gets in and puts the ice pack on her lower stomach.

“How’s the pain right now?” He asks her.

“I took some mefenamic acid so the pain is subtly decreasing,” she tells him.

“Did you eat before taking the meds?” He asks her. Anna shakes her head. “It’s that bad huh? The pressure from the pain causes you to throw up and intensifies the pain when you eat something?”

“You’re the first man I’ve met that really understands what I’m going through during the time when my womb has committed senpuku,” Anna tells him, referencing the Japanese art of suicide when one is dishonored.

“You definitely have watched a bit of anime haven’t you?” Clinton asks her.

“Yeah, I used to be totally obsessed when I was younger,” she explains to him.

“Me too, I still enjoy the occasional show,” he tells her. “I think I have the latest season of My Hero Academia”

And that’s how Anna finds herself holding a glass of hot chocolate and cuddled up with Clinton in front of his big screen TV watching My Hero Academia. He gave her a pill that made the pain go away and now they’re talking about which anime shows they really remember as kids.

“I think the awkward kids are the ones that loved anime in high school,” Anna tells Clinton.

“Was it that obvious that I was the awkward nerd in high school?” He asks her. Anna laughs.

“Actually I would have thought that you were the cool kid,” Anna tells him. “I was the awkward kid…actually I’m still the awkward kid,”

“I would think you’ve matured into an elegant lady,” Clinton tells her. Anna nearly laughs but feels a stab of pain shoot up her uterus. She groans.

“Those random pains will be over in a moment,” Clinton tells her.

Clinton is a verifiable sugar daddy though. His house in Borrowdale Brooke is elegant and modern. It sits on a hill. Like the house in Selena Gomez’s ‘Hands to Myself’. The pill that he gave Anna has also drastically reduced the flow of blood as well. By now it would have been red Victoria Falls between her legs. But she is comfy right now.

Clinton actually does bring out the Mortal Kombat and they game. He’s impressed that Anna is really good when fighting with Kitana and even beats him a few times. Then they play Genshin Impact. Anna shows him how to begin the game and move rapidly.

“You gotta be careful though, you can easily spend all your money on this game if you’re not careful,” Anna warns him. Clinton laughs. Perhaps the idea of spending all his money is ridiculous for someone who definitely does not have financial problems. They begin to kiss and his hands wander underneath her pajama shirt and caress her boobs. He’s a good kisser and a good toucher. His hands for obvious reasons do not wander to her pants. Soon her top is off and he’s mouth is on her boobs and she’s groaning loudly. It feels really good and she wants more at that point. It doesn’t get further than that because Anna suddenly feels a sharp pain shoot up her ass. That annoying pain that many girls get on their period and can’t understand. She screams when it happens and that sends Clinton back into doctor mode and he gives her the heat pack again. He massages her until she falls asleep. She wakes up at six am to the smell of breakfast in a bedroom that she’s not familiar with snuggled in bedding with thread counts higher than she’s ever felt before. She gets up and follows the smell to the kitchen to find Clinton shirtless making breakfast. He kisses her good morning and asks her how she feels. Breakfast is delicious and Clinton says next time she comes over they should definitely go swimming in his pool. Next time she comes over she hopes that they will have sex. Anna doesn’t bother to shake her head at the thought. She wants him too.

He drops her off at the gate of a place four houses down from her mother’s house. She lies to him that that is where she lives. She used to have a friend that lived there before the friend moved to California so she knew that the electric fence that surrounded the house was always off and she could enter easily from beside the gate. That’s what she did. She saw Clinton drive off after seeing her enter. Hoping that the owners of the house had not seen her sneak in, she snuck back out and walked all the way back to her house. She knocked on the door. Her mother didn’t respond quickly and the subtle weakness caused by period pain began to hit Anna so she leaned against the door. Mrs. Moyo eventually opened the door and Anna entered.

“How was the all night prayer?” Mrs. Moyo asked.

“It was okay, my period started…”Anna begins.

“Don’t I tell you that every time that you pray seriously the devil attacks you by making you go on your period?” Mrs. Moyo begins to lecture and starts telling Anna that she needs to pray more. Anna doesn’t even bother and correct her by saying that periods have a really set cycle and it is more probable that she was setting up prayer programs that clashed with her period dates.

“I’m really tired,” Anna tells her mom. For once her mother doesn’t scold her for being lazy and lets her head to her room. It bothers her that her mother can only give her human consideration if it has something to do with religion. She tries to sleep but ends up rustling around until she goes on her phone. She opens Seeking Arrangements and finds that there is a message from a guy from KingHenry2022.

-Good day,

My name is Henry. I am part of a very wealthy family believe it or not and stand the chance to be the heir of a very large fortune worth millions of dollars. The only thing standing between my trust fund and I is marriage. That’s where you come in. Most women that I encounter are after my money and would use whatever tricks up their sleeve to maximize off of pretending to love me, that’s why I would rather have a fake marriage with someone that I know is after my money from the word go. Of course you would be compensated handsomely for your participation and the marriage would be for only five years while I gain access to my trust fund. The amount of money that you would get would be significantly less than what you would get off a divorce settlement from your average millionaire, but it will be definitely more than you’ll ever get doing normal sugar dating especially if you’re looking for men off this site. Realistically speaking, what are the chances of you meeting an actual millionaire, hoodwinking him into marrying you and getting half of his fortune? Rich men are not stupid, if you read the sugar dating horror stories then you know often times sugar babies find themselves on the losing end of things. As unreal as this may sound, this is a real opportunity and I hope to hear back from you soon.

Regards,

Henry

Anna reads and re-reads that message multiple times then begins to laugh. Nigerian princes don’t even seem to try sometimes. Next thing he would be asking her to send him money so that he can send her money. Anna reads it again. A real millionaire would have much better writing and grammar skills. This person does not even mention what country they are from and what their fortune lies in. It could also probably be an adventurous teen from America, their grammar was also not that good. Tinder was definitely a better place to look for sugar daddies than Seeking Arrangements…with the exception of John the Douchebag. He was officially John the Douchebag to Anna. Maybe it was John the Douchebag trying to trick her. She laughed at that. That was very unlikely, but she wasn’t desperate enough to fall for such an obvious scam.