"Khai, you must marry me and rescue me from this life! I am fed up of clubs," Karina pleaded with me.
I was awestruck and speechless. I thought, 'Have I fucked her in a way she has never experienced before? But no, she is the expert. She has been in the sex trade for many years.'
I have no idea, to this day, why I gave a date to a woman I had met at F2, the night club on Moi Avenue. It should have been enough that I went there to listen to disco music, watch people dancing and have a drink. I suppose it went off the rails when the beautiful light-skinned woman greeted me in good English even before I found a seat. I thought she, like me, was here to pass the time.
As soon as I sat down, before I had ordered a Smirnoff Ice from the waiter, she came and sat next to me.
She asked me, "You look like a decent sort of man, not a the clubbing type. How come you are here?"
I looked at her thinking, 'I should be the one to ask you that!'
Instead I laughed and said, "What do clubbing types look like?"
"Trust me I have seen many sorts of men in my time here. I have been picked up by lots of them, and can read them like a book."
"So what do you read in me? By the way, I am Frank." Even though I now knew I was mistaken about her being a casual visitor to the club for her pleasure, I was not dismayed to find she was a prostitute of the common type. Yet not thoroughly common. Her manner was very direct, which may be because she had decades of experience. However, her face and body were not those of an old hag, who had been in the trade since I was in school! She seemed to be only in her late twenties, in fact. I was intrigued. Something at the back of my mind told me to be cautious in the face of a professional. My conscious mind replied that one yet so young could not be so sophisticated as to overwhelm me.
"You should not be here. If these prostitutes get hold of you, you may never get out of their clutches."
The use of the word 'may never' mollified me as I was getting irritated that she took me for such a novice in life.
Instead, I laughed. I have no intention of speaking to any!" If she could be ironical so could I.
If her intention was to market herself as a different sort of girl she was succeeding famously. "Do you want a drink as well?" I asked her.
"What a gentleman! Yes, I would love one." The common whore would have been asking for it before ever her ass had touched the seat.
We set to introductions. She told me of her childhood in the eastern suburbs of the city, which ordinarily would have been a red flag to me. To my considerable surprise she went to school at the Loreto Convent. This, to my mind, explained her whole manner, which marked her out from others in the 'world's oldest profession'.
"But why did you end up selling your body?" I asked.
She had screwed up her face. I thought she was going to protest the form of my question.
Instead she said, "My parents died in a horrific road accident near Kikuyu town. Maybe you heard of it?" I vaguely remembered a bus that had a head-on collision with a lorry not far from my home, killing scores of people.
I hung my head in sadness, that these many years later I was meeting one who was directly affected by that accident, where I had felt removed from it. I had even forgotten all about it until that moment.
Her uncle had always looked up to his elder sister, Karina's mother, she said, and her father's relatives did the traditional thing. During the preparations for the funerals they took everything that belonged to their dead relative, down to the last chicken. Left destitute only a few months after her eighteenth birthday, she had two siblings to take care of. Begging from the neighbours only took her so far, before men gave her conditions: if she sleeps with them, she would get some money to buy food. Despairing, she tried a different neighbour. That one too made similar demands after the first few days of giving her foodstuffs or a little money. Eventually, with nowhere else to turn to, she gave in.
Soon enough there was nobody she could appeal to without the same demands being made of her. Her young, barely legal cunt was fucked all over the neighbourhood by men who had known her parents in her attempt to feed herself and her siblings. Woman began to get uncomfortable about her, probably fearing that she being younger and more appealing, would snatch their husbands away.
"That is how I found my way to a club in the city, hoping to get more money than neighbours could give, as now I needed to find school fees for my charges". Her own school career had been cruelly truncated. Thus she was well-spoken, but had not obtained a school certificate to enable her find employment.
I told her we had better decamp to a quieter place. I booked a room at Midtown Hotel, after a meal in a restaurant owned by the same hotel. She looked wide-eyed at me. Maybe none of her customers came to such places, preferring cheap lodgings since they had no other purpose but to fuck her and quickly go their way. But she kept her counsel.
I did still want to see if a whore was any better at sex than the ordinary girl. I grabbed her and kissed her tenderly. Her hands went to my back, caressing me lovingly. She kissed me back hungrily. I spared a thought to wonder if she did that with regular customers. I fondled her tummy area and heard her moan. Was that the genuine article or just how she kept her men interested?
I climbed higher and arrived at her teats. She had an intriguing pair, largish but encased in padded bra, I could not get their measure beyond that. Suddenly I was filled with curiosity; I wanted to see, and touch them skin to skin. It was time to open her dress' zipper, which my fingers lost no time attacking. But the dress had to be taken off either by lifting it up from the hem, or else taking the arms off the sleeves and drawing it down her body. I chose the latter approach. She stood in her underwear, seeming a bit shamefaced. Her skin was so light-toned, she could have been a halfcaste between an Indian and an African. I hurriedly unclasped the bra and confronted those boobs. How sweet they looked. They stood forth in their glory, topped by light brown nipples. I held one in each of my hands, with the thumb along the bottom. When I squeezed them the nipples stood out like soldiers at a parade.
I brought my mouth to them. I lapped the full flesh of her teats, grazing the aureoles. They gathered themselves together in arousal. Her hand held the back of my head, like a mother nursing her infant. I told her so.
"You are making me fall more in love with you!' she whispered. I licked the nipple up and then down. My other hand was squeezing the free breast. She moaned. I was being taken in by her response, making me believe she had gone beyond what she did with regular customers. She had let herself relax and was enjoying herself like a regular woman.
