The Devil Has His Money

Episode 24

After our little party with the girls we went to the bar, I made sure Allen got roaring drunk as i ordered for bottles after bottles of strong alcoholic drinks but Allen was still standing on his feet. Who is this white man? I almost shouted out in frustration. I decided to call it a night, Allen followed me out of the bar. I took him to a very expensive hotel where he checked in. I promised to call on him the next day. On getting home i made plans with Lion and Tiger on how to relieve the white man of his briefcase.

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Chantelle

I looked at myself in the mirror, my Jane Norman black dress clung tightly to my body, my d cup size boobs were desperately trying to escape from the transparent sheer black dress. My six inches pencil heels shoes accentuated my height. I turned back and stared at the reflection of my a$$ in the mirror. My thong was visible in the black dress. I loved the way i looked. My beauty is the only asset i have and i know how to use it. My blackberry phone rang on my dresser. I glanced at the screen and sighed in anger, i snatched up the phone.

” Hello Mama!”

I listened to her silently seething in anger, she asked how studies were going. Studies bah! I hate school, i loathed studying but i have to attend classes so the btch could give me some rest of mind. What does she expect from me? I grew up in a wh0re house, i grew up seeing my mother’ s legs wide in the air while some man ram their dirty d ck into her. She always said she was doing it for me, to give me a better life! now am also doing it to give myself a better life and here she is complaining.

” Someone said they saw you in Nigeria, is it true Chantelle”

Oh it was so true. I and some couple of girls from my department had gone to meet a very important man in Abuja, Nigeria. He was a governor or so. We took turns satisfying his dirty fetish and fantasies. I felt myself wet, as i remembered the dirty things he did to us.

” Oops am late for night class Mama, bye” .i disconnected the call.

I picked up my expensive chanel bag. This is an important night for me, the president had visited my school last week. Of all the girls he choose me Chantelle……..well you see i dont have a last name. In primary school i was teased and taunted about it, i cried pestering my mom about it, how could she not know my father’ s surname? we both decided on John. My father had died in a car accident before my birth, my mother found herself destitute when his family sent her away. A kind woman found her on the streets, she took my pregnant mother to work in her brothel and the rest is history.