~Vanguard Nigeria. SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2018.

"Mike, as he later introduced himself was a very successful businessman and he was flattered to be chatted up by me. I was a fresh graduate but looking for a salaried job was the furtherest thing on my mind. Even as an undergraduate, I'd built a very impressive client¨le of men who found my type of beauty alluring. I was tall, very light-skinned - not bleached with boobs to die for. And I was a good girl. Largely because of the solid moral grounding I got from my Muslim father, who sadly passed away five years ago, and my hospital matron mother.
"It was my close friend, Angela at the university who introduced me to this life of leisure I love so much. She got drunk one night and blurted out something as soon as she came through the door of the room we shared. `Faith, promise me you won't tell a soul but I've got something to tell you. I've been dying to tell you for months now'. `What is it?' I quizzed her. `Have you got a new boyfriend?' `Humph, sort of", she giggled mischievously. `I've actually got PLENTY of boyfriends and they pay me well for services rendered!' I was gob smacked. `Are you tell me you're a prostitute?'
"It turns out there is this lively house she visits from time to time. It is owned by a glamorous socialite who'd hosted a lot of men since her husband passed away decades ago", even whilst her husband was alive, she'd made little or no efforts to hide her escapades. As she and her `gang' grew older, they encouraged younger single girls to visit so the men would be spoilt for choice. `I's easy', Angela told me. `As long as you like sex, it's a breeze. You should give it a go' While the thought first repulsed me, I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Could I actually do it? What would Mum say' In the end I did take the plunge and the money along with the contacts were so intoxicating I never looked back.