Natasha was thru with her high school education since two years now and her mother hadn't agreed on sending her to the university.
She has grewn into a more beautiful young woman, with bigger boobs, humongous hourglass shape and beautiful round face as she was going to 21yrs, and yet she looked so maturely like a lady in her 30s.
Mira had left her mother's home and went on to open her own brothel home where she invited girls and sign them under her name to work for her and give her some percentage shares, likewise Amara, as they had all left her mother and it was new girls like Dami, Esther and Jessica and the rest that were now working for her mother. Though few years older than her, she was still the most beautiful amongst them.
Her mother had also brought in three new girls and introduced them to her. The girls were just coming in and going out but Lola, Tope and Cindy has remained with her mother for years and they even behaved like sisters.
"Can I go in?, I want to see my mother," Natasha told Tope as she came and stood in front of her mother's room door, and Tope was the one in charge of managing all her mother's affairs and guarding the room.
"No, she's busy with a client, or didn't you see the Jeep that was parked outside," Tope subtly replied her as she blocked the entrance like a body guard, guarding her mother's room door.
"You should return back to your room Natasha, boss-madam wouldn't be happy to meet you here once she comes out," Tope said as she was taller and slimmer in size.
"But I want to see her, I cannot be sitting home all day, doing nothing I need to go out and work..." Natasha said and just then her mother's room door opened and her mother came out with an elderly looking man, old enough to be her father.
"Good afternoon mom," Natasha quickly greeted her mother, but Madam-Bola didn't respond nor acted like she knew Natasha. The elderly man clearly heard Natasha's greetings and his eyes got litted and glued on Natasha's exposed chest, he stopped and asked Madam-Bola.
"Is she your daughter Bola?. Oh, she's very beautiful and I can see the resemblance already even without you saying it. Why don't you give her to me, how much for a night with her?," The man quickly asked as he licked his lips making Natasha to frown as she was taken aback by the elderly man's question to her mother.
She stared from the annoying man to her mother.
"She's not available chief, why not come let me escort you back to your car outside," Madam-Bola replied
"No," The Man said with a firm voice as he turned to take a properly look at the beautiful young woman he was seeing. Wanting to go closer to her and touch her but Madam-Bola quickly jumped to his front and said,
"Chief your time is up, you can leave now!," She said with a hard voice as she came and stood in between her daughter and the elderly man dressed in a white robe.
"Why Bola?," The man tried to look at Natasha again and Madam-Bola ordered her,
"And you what are you still doing here, leave at once," She ordered Natasha to leave and Natasha quickly left.
"Chief?.." Madam-Bola called to Chief's attention as his eyes still followed her daughter until she disappeared into the corridor, making him snapped back to his reality.
"Seriously Bola, am ready to pay you whatever amount just let me have her for a night," Chief proposed.
"No!" Madam Bola deadpanned as she started walking towards the exit door. "She's not available for your services chief," She affirmed.
"Why is that?. Is it because she's your daughter, do you know how much she would fetch for you?.. She's really beautiful and I don't mind offloading all my bank account to have .."
"CHIEF!!!" Madam-Bola yelled at him.
"Leave here, before I ask my men to throw you out now!," Madam-Bola threatened and chief calmed and stared at her, swallowing all the remaining words he had wanted to say.
"But Bola.."
"No but Chief leave and don't ever show your face here again," Madam-Bola replied him, cutting him off again.
Chief swallowed and apologize, "Am sorry, it hasn't gotten to that. Fine I won't ask of her again," He dipped his hands into his robe trousers and brought out a bundled note of 50,000 Naira and gave it to Madam-Bola.
"Here, accept my apologies."
Madam-Bola stared at the money and collected it, then she calmed and escorted him back to his car and after he left, she went straight to Natasha's room badging in.
"What has come over you?. How many times have I warned you to always stay back in your room and not show your face to the visitors and clients we have?!," Madam-Bola yelled as she raised her voice loudly at her daughter as she spoked to Natasha.
"But mother.."
"Don't but me!. Don't you see how you look, do you want the men to start ogling after you and disturbing me to have you, do you want to sleep with them?," Madam-Bola questioned.
"No mother.." Natasha quickly responded as she stood up from her bed.
"Then you better not try that rubbish next time!," Madam-Bola warned as she calmed and walked back to the door, wanting to go out of the room. She stopped at the door and turned back to face Natasha.
"What did you even come to my room to do?," She questioned and Natasha looked downward not wanting to meet her mother's gaze
"I wanted to tell you that I want to go out to look for a job.." Natasha replied and her mother sighed and walked back to her on the bed, leaving the door opened.
"Job to do what?," She questioned as she move closer and stood rightly in front of Natasha.
"To earn my own money," Natasha replied looking downward.
"Money to do what?," Madam-Bola questioned again looking at her beautiful daughter, but Natasha didn't respond.
"You are not going out of here, I have told you this several times. Once you start going out and coming in and the men sees you they will want you," Madam-Bola said as she let out a sigh of frustration.
"But does that mean I wouldn't go out and work for myself?," Natasha finally questioned her mother, but she didn't respond and walked back to the door to leave the room.
She paused at the door and said, "Tell me how much you need and what you need it for, I will ask Tope to give it to you." And then she left Natasha's room closing the door behind her.
Natasha sighed and fell back to her bed, she couldn't understand why her mother didn't want her to go out and work, neither did she want her to further her education.
She was always home and now she's putting on weight and looking more maturely than her real age as she wasn't doing anything. She sighed and fell back to sleep.
That evening Mr Shola drove his car to Madam-Bola brothel home. He parked in the compound and came down. Some girls walked up to meet him thinking he was there for them and needed their services.
"No, can I speak with your boss," Mr Shola told one of the girl and she chewed her bubble gum and turned around to his view.
"Why do you want to see our boss, isn't she too old to service you, let me do it for you, I can give you any style you want," Jessica said as she was 27yrs old.
"No, not me, I have to see you boss first." Mr Shola quickly walked passed them and went into the living room where Tope was the receptionist taking orders and giving out the girls to the men as they already re-built a counter table and a bar in the living room.
"Yes how can I help you?," Tope asked the familiar looking man.
"Mr Shola Johnson right?," Tope screamed as she questioned and smiled to him.
"You're right, you seemed to remember me a lot," Mr Shola replied as he took a seat on the long stool opposite the counter
"Yes I haven't forgotten, you work for Edmond groups who will forget such a prestigious company like that," Tope said with a wide smile spread across her face, and Mr Shola smiled back.
"You are right," He replied her.
"So why are you here?. You or your boss needs our services, it been long we last heard from you." Tope looked at her file checking names of prominent customers they had.
"Not me actually," Mr Shola replied
"Oh, who then, your boss, Ade Edmond?," Tope giggled as she questioned him and her face lit.
She has always wanted to go out to spend a night with that handsome CEO man. She has seen his photos and heard report from some other of their previous girls that had spent a night with him and said that the man was to cold and never liked cuddling, but he paid them quite a lot for doing nothing, other than touch and suck his rod.
[Coughs] Mr Shola subtly coughed, seeing the lady was in a daze.
"Oh, am sorry about that," Tope quickly replied.
"So what where we saying?,' She asked him as she stood up from the counter seat and came out to meet him where he sat on the opposite.