CHAPTER 2.

At Madam Alora's Brothel.

Lara stepped out of the bathroom after finishing her bath and walked into the room, where Janet was already dressed in a skimpy pink gown that, if she bent over, would clearly reveal her buttocks.

Lara: Are you going out tonight?

Janet: Yes, or what does it look like I want to do, sleep?

Janet laughed, but Lara frowned and slowly walked to the exquisite bed, admiring the silk bedspread as she felt relaxed enough to lie on it.

Janet: That's your dress on the bed. Madam asked me to lend you some of my clothes, as you will be going out with me tonight.

Lara frowned.

Lara: Going out to where? I'm not going anywhere with you.

Janet ignored responding to Lara and stood by the wall mirror in her room, applying her makeup.

Janet: I don't have time to argue with you, Lara, and honestly, you nag a lot. *Frowned.*

Lara: You caused all this. Even though I'm at the village drinking garri, it's still better than coming here with you to the city and doing nonsense here.

Madam Alora walked towards Janet's room door, knocked, and then pushed the door open and walked into the room. She saw Lara still seated on the bed while Janet was already dressed up in a short pink gown, and she shifted her gaze to Lara.

Madam Alora: Why are you still seated on the bed? Stand up and dress up quickly.

Lara frowned as she stood up and walked towards her tattered traveling bag, opening the zip while Madam Alora stood staring at her.

Madam Alora watched as Lara brought out her torn underwear, and Madam Alora gasped.

Madam Alora: What's the meaning of that nonsense?!

Lara shuddered in fright and stared back at Madam Alora, asking,

Lara: Is it me? My underwear.

Madam Alora: Yes, you! You cannot wear that torn underwear and bra to go out. Jezz! You're going out with a well-known billionaire and not some cheap local village client. Janet!

Janet: Yes, madam.

Madam Alora: Give her one of your underwear and ensure to buy new clothes for her and underwear tomorrow.

Janet: Okay, madam.

Lara frowned as she watched Janet walk to her wardrobe, pull the door open, and bring out an underwear that looked transparent and tiny.

Lara: What's this? I cannot wear this nonsense. *Frowned.*

Madam Alora stared at Lara in disbelief and knew she had a lot of brushing up to do for Lara, even though Lara looked cute; her locality was still very evident.

Madam Alora: Shut your stinking mouth and put it on. Did you even brush that gutter of your mouth to utter such nonsense? Look at the kind of underwear you want to wear and meet with my client.

Madam Alora walked to the bed, picked up the torn underwear Lara had brought out with only two of her right fingers, and raised it up, speaking,

Madam Alora: Look at the underwear that you want to wear and go out. Jezz! It even has holes and has been sewn at several places. I cannot believe a young, beautiful lady like you would be comfortable wearing this nonsense you call underwear. Hmm!

Madam Alora sniffed the underwear and threw it to the floor, then picked up the underwear that Janet brought out and raised it up.

Madam Alora: Look at the kind of underwear beautiful ladies like you are supposed to be wearing. Classic underwear that will bring out your sexy, curvy shapes and not some local, stinking, dirty underwear.

Lara frowned as she didn't like the beautiful underwear in Madam Alora's hand and replied.

Lara: What's anyone's business with my underwear? Isn't it under my clothes that I will wear it?

Madam Alora: Enough! Now put this on.

Lara frowned as she collected the new underwear from Madam Alora's hand and turned around to wear it, but the underwear hugged tighter to her buttocks and even brought out her buttocks' shape, making her buttocks shoot out at the back, and it didn't even cover up her buttocks properly.

Madam Alora: Now this is what we call underwear. Janet, let me see the gown you've brought out for her. Will she be needing any bra to wear with it?

Janet walked to the bed and picked up the short, red, sexy gown that she had selected for Lara and handed it over to Madam Alora.

Madam Alora: Perfect! Now put this on, as you don't need to wear that torn bra either.

Lara's frown deepened, and she couldn't understand why she had to dress so provocatively if she was going to meet a client, and she refused to accept the red gown or put it on either.

Madam Alora: Are you wearing it or not? Or do you want me to call Jack? I think you saw my guards at the gate; I will just throw you out now, and you can find your way back to your village tonight. I don't care.

Lara frowned and finally collected the red gown from Madam Alora's hand and wore it.

Lara was sad and had no other option than to put on the red gown. She slowly cursed Janet in her mind as she wore the gown, and the gown hugged tighter to her body and pushed up her brẹasts.

Madam Alora: Perfect! Now you're good to go. Go and brush your teeth and ensure to brush them appropriately, so you don't irritate my client with mouth odor. Janet, once you ladies are through, step out and meet me for dinner before you leave. You both are going to Billionaire Mike Ernest's new house. I've already contacted him and told him about Lara, so you should take her along and also ensure to bring her back safely.

Janet: Okay, madam. Why didn't he send his car?

Madam Alora: You know Mike. He has refused you all and only receives massages. I guess you know what I mean; he will like Lara, and her payment will be triple.

Janet: Okay...

Janet stared back at Lara as soon as Madam Alora left them and saw Lara sobbing again, and she walked up to meet Lara.

Janet: I'm sorry.

Lara: Don't you dare touch me! So you want to take me out to a man's house, and yet you cannot lend me money to go back to the village.

Janet frowned and spoke.

Janet: Look, Lara, he's not just any guy. His father is a billionaire, and he's the sole heir to Ernest Hotel and Suites luxury. Their hotel is one of the biggest here in the state, and he also has other entertainment houses. Like, if you see him, you will like him. He's a god on earth, handsome, dark-skinned, every lady's dream man. Oh my...

Lara: Shut up, Janet! I hate you! And you ceased being my friend from today onwards. God! I cannot breathe in this tight red dress.

Janet: I'm sorry...

Lara: Just leave me alone, but where's the brush and toothpaste since Madam said I should brush my teeth? I wonder if I'm going to be close to the client for him to smell my mouth first before he speaks to me. *Frowned.*

Janet smiled and walked to the bathroom to bring out a clean, white, new brush, and she put some paste on it and called Lara to have it.

Janet: Lara, here it is, be quick.

Lara walked to the bathroom and snatched the toothbrush away from Janet's hand angrily and started brushing her sparkling white teeth.

Lara had a natural set of white, glowing teeth, whether she brushed her teeth or not, and yet Madam Alora had insulted her, claiming she had mouth odor.

Lara frowned and felt like dealing with Madam Alora whenever she got her freedom, as she wouldn't be used to make money from men.

After brushing her teeth, Lara finally walked out into the room and didn't see Janet in the room.

Lara sighed and reflected on her life as she walked to the wide wall mirror in the room to stare at her beautiful, white reflection.

Lara was beautiful, cute, and everything a man would want in a woman, and she blamed her mother for their suffering, for accepting to marry an old man, not like her mother was forced to marry him.

Her mother knew her father already had a wife and kids, and yet she fell for him and had an illicit affair with him that resulted in her family chasing her away for choosing an old man, whereas a lot of eligible young men were coming for her mother's hand in marriage then when her mother was still younger and sparkling beautiful, but her mother rejected them all for an older man.

Lara wondered what her mother saw in her father that made her mother marry a poor, older man.

Lara was beautiful, and she affirmed to herself not to have anything to do with any guy asking her out to be his girlfriend until she came of age and ripened for marriage.

Even as she became a young adult, Lara never took relationships seriously, as she wanted eligible bachelors to come for her hand in marriage rather than mere relationships. But because of her mother's story in their village, some women didn't want their sons to marry her, as they felt she might turn out to become like her mother someday, dumping their son for an older man too.