THE RUNS GIRL - A story by Victor

EPISODE 2
I lay back on the bed feeling terribly
devastated. I didn’t know what to do. I
didn’t know who to tell and my roommate
never really explained this fun thing very
well to me.
At the foot of the bed lay a mouth-
watering cheque of two hundred and fifty
thousand Naira. Chief obviously must
have left it there as payment for my
services.
Was this what Stella meant by making cool
cash while having fun? I had seen Stella
as a very rich girl from the first day I packed into our room as her roommate.
My parents weren’t financially buoyant
and the much they did was pay my school
fees and give me little stipends which they
called pocket money.
Sometimes giving me the stipend was even
a problem. But Stella’s case was different.
She was a good example of what a poor
fellow like me would describe as rich. She
had lots of clothes, lots of handbags,
expensive phones and drove one sexy
range rover jeep.
Our room was well furnished. We had flat
screen tv, Dstv, home theatre, air
conditioner, very nice and colourful rug
which matched our curtain and one very
big bed.
Stella had bought them all. All I contributed into the room was my box of
clothes. Initially Stella had lied to me that
her parents were her sole sponsor in
school until I saw the calibre of men she
associated with. I had thought that since
her parents were rich that probably those
men were her family friends but not until
one day – I can’t remember the exact date
– when I opened up to her about my
financial condition.
How I was finding it difficult to maintain
myself in school and whether she could
help me in any way. She accepted to help
me and informed me that there was one
business she did at her leisure that yields
cash. She said the name of the business
was “FUN AND CASH” and that it was very
profitable and was all about having fun
and making money at the same time. That
there was no stress or risk in the
business.
She informed me that our first outing
would be in 3days and that she would
introduce me to the business that day. I
never foresaw that my first time would
turn out the way it did.
I wasn’t a virgin quite alright but to have
gotten drugged and raped wasn’t the
picture I had in mind for my first time. As
I lay on that bed that fateful morning
inside the hotel room after Chief had left,
I felt very depressed and worthless but
nonetheless, I had made cool two
hundred and fifty thousand naira which
my parents would never have given me in
the next ten decades to come. TBC