THE DIARY OF A CALL GIRL 1

"Hurry Girls, let's get going before all our potential customers are taken" I shouted as I ran down the staircase with my 6 inches heels in my left hand while using my right hand to support my skimpy dress from falling off my chest. I had a very good feeling about tonight's business which is why I made sure I got a very good spot before other girls start trooping there.

"Give us 5 mins Bea, I'm trying to wear my contact lens" I heard Crystabel's voice over the loud music playing from the stereo in the sitting room. I couldnt help but laugh. She sounded like she was really having a tough time trying to wear her contacts; and to think that I have personally tutored her severally on how to wear a contact lens effortlessly, she still hasn't gotten a hold of it. I shook my head and threw myself on one of the sofas.

Psst! Hey There! Yes I am talking to you. I know what is going on through your mind. You think i'm a bad girl right? Oh well, before you judge, I think you deserve to know the whole story from the beginning.

My name is Beatrice but i prefer being called Bea. I am a 25 years old graduate of Unilag. I am the only child of my parents so I was greatly pampered with no restrictions. My parents died in a car crash when I was about 14 years and I was made to live with my uncle in Warri. For the first six months, my uncle treated me like his own daughter, he took care of me and made sure I didnt lack anything. On my 18th birthday,we had to relocate from Warri to Lagos and everything was going on smoothly. I grew up to become a very beautiful young woman. At 18, I had the figure that made heads turn. I was admired and wanted by every young man. Some of them met my uncle to ask for my hand in marriage but my uncle refused. Indeed I was pleasant to behold but I didnt know the effect I was having on people especially men. I was a very shy girl and I hardly go out. I had no friends yet due to the fact that we just moved to Lagos.

Few months to our relocating to Lagos, I gained admission to study Finance in Unilag. I was overjoyed and so excited. My uncle refused to let me stay on campus so I had to be going from home.

One fateful evening, in my 300 level, when I was about 20 years, I came home later than normal because I had extra lessons after lectures. I met my uncle on the sofa sitting with his hands and legs crossed. I greeted him and proceeded to my room. I could feel his eyes all over my body and the hair at the back of my head stood. I turned to look at him and he was smiling. Fear welled up in my stomach and I quickly entered my room and shut the door.

At about 2am, I felt cold hands under my nightie but I thought I was dreaming. Then the hands moved higher and cupped my breasts and I woke up with a shout to see my uncle smiling down at me. I struggled with all the will power I had in me but it was to no avail. He pointed a gun at me and told me to remain quiet. I was sweating heavily and I was visibly shaking. I tried to struggle free from his grip when he pulled a hankerchief from inside his pocket and forcefully placed it over my nose. I suddenly went numb. Everything became blurry to me and then it all went black

TO BE CONTINUED