It was a Friday night and like all Friday nights in Abuja, partying was going on. The night club opposite the hotel was blasting Dorobucci and Tinuke couldn’t help nodding to the rhythm from where she lay in the room.
She reclined in bed feeling lazy, feeling rich, clad in the night robe the hotel provided. A glass of Chardonnay balanced on the bed stand beside her.
Life was good. Ordinarily she would have been out there with the others, bodies grinding on the dance floor, sweat dripping like water from their bodies as they boogeyed. In a way she missed not being where the action was happening.
On nights like these she’d be sure to meet some rich Abuja guy, a politician or some company man with pockets so large that he wouldn’t mind giving her a treat. Most times she didn’t even need to sleep with them to go home with a wad of cash; all she needed was give them her famous blowjob, the one that had made Chris call her a goddess two weeks ago and also led the Chinese man from the pool party to start stalking her.
As much as she liked the action, the teasing and the knowledge of what her body did to the men around her, she preferred being here; in the hotel room of Chief Adenuga. The man literally reeked of money and she’d followed that smell today in Transcorp. She had a keen eye for money; heck she’d been raised in money and even though her father had disinherited her because of her blatant refusal to study medicine, she’d been determined to continue her life of luxury.
She didn’t intend on living off anybody, least of all her siblings. So she had come to Abuja; the city of dreams.
She didn’t have the brains to take on something as tough as medicine but she certainly had the body and the beauty; all she had to do was flash some cleavage and thighs and the men were goners.
Whoever said women weren’t powerful hadn’t met Tinuke Afolabi.
She was studying Theatre Arts in the University of Abuja, acting was what she did best and that was something daddy didn’t want to hear.
My daughter in Nollywood? Over my dead body!
Daddy could be vehement about some things sometimes. He was stubborn, as stubborn as she was.
She had gone ahead to apply for Theatre Arts and when she’d gotten it, daddy withdrew his support, which meant he refused to pay her fees or even acknowledge she was in school.
It was Mummy who sent her some money, then Mosun her elder sister did her best too.
Still Tinuke knew it wasn’t enough, she knew the kind of life she was cut out for and it was one where she ought to live big. She wanted to go to Shoprite anytime she felt she needed new stuff, she wanted to eat out as many times as she could, she didn’t plan on living a life where she cooked with a rickety stove and got black soot all over.
That wasn’t how daddy had raised her. And even if daddy’s money was no longer keeping her comfortable, she wasn’t going to drop her standard of living for anything.
The first time she went out on a Friday night, it had been her roommate who’d persuaded her.
Have a little fun Tinu. We’ll just get some drinks and you know, dance. Rachel said.
Tinuke hadn’t needed much convincing, she was bored. So she’d gone and met an elderly man who’d promised to reward her beautifully if only she graced his legs with her glorious behind. Those had been his exact words.
Just to sit on your laps? She’d asked, intrigued.
And anything you can think of that will make me comfortable. He winked.
She spent the rest of the evening giving him a lap dance and had walked out by three a.m with fifty thousand naira cash and the man’s card.
Her eyes spun as she stared at the money. It wasn’t the magnitude of it that stunned her, it was how little she had to do to get it.
Why did women have to become prostitutes if they could make twice as much just letting a man feel you up?
Like seriously, why did they have to risk the real thing when men drooled at the mere sight of a heavy bum and full chest?
Tinu knew there was no turning back after that night, she’d seen an easy way to make some cool cash and also give her daddy a mental kick in the gut.
Money was power and then some. Daddy knew that and that was why he had cut her off when she didn’t do his bidding.
She was back in the club the next week, dressed in a red gown that left little to imagination, barely stretching below her thighs, her voluptuous ass jutting out with all provocation.
This time, the men were all over her as soon as she stepped onto the dance floor.
She knew she couldn’t be a sex worker. She couldn’t see how those women did it; having cold meaningless sex with different faceless, nameless men for a meager sum. She had class, standards; she was a woman trying to maintain her status quo of the good life and not some desperate chica.
Now look where she was three years later; a semi-graduate and a fairly wealthy woman.
She could count on both hands how many men she had actually slept with to get where she was.
Daddy had been wrong after all, she was smart. In her own way.
She had conned many-a-men out of large wads of money. Next to money, woman was power.
No, not the vagina; it was all of woman that was power.
If not how could you explain the willingness of the men to give out money for little things like blowjobs and sometimes a little bedroom ‘kinkiness’?
As her bank account swelled, she’d reduced her night club hangouts. Today she’d met Chief Adenuga at an end of year party held at Transcorp.
She’d noticed his eyes on her halfway through the party and when she had gotten close, his sleek Armani suit tugged at her money-sensor. He had a slight paunch that she decided she could forgive because of the Swatch that dangled on his wrist. Moreso he was clean-shaven in a way that made him look ten years younger than his fifty something years.
She had been at this long enough to know when words weren’t needed. Just one look, a flick of the thumb and Tinu knew he was in. By midnight Tinu was back in his hotel room.
There was something enigmatic about him that she couldn’t quite place her hands on, his eyes followed her in a way that spotted her skin with goosebumps. When she did her famous lap dance for him, he hadn’t seemed affected. He had not fawned over her like the other men did. She had gone a step further to strip to her lingerie then tease him, and still he did not seem moved.
And then he had left abruptly.
Order whatever you want, he said before leaving. It’s on me. I’ll be back.
She had only been too glad to soak in the tub and order herself Chardonnay.
Daddy’s favorite drink.
She was almost drifting to sleep when she heard the noise at the door.
He was back.
Come, he beckoned to her as she sat up in the soft bed.
He was not a man of many words, she noticed so she didn’t say anything as she moved towards him.
It was dark, she had switched off the light minutes ago.
She stood, facing him, wondering what he wanted, what she’d have to do to please him tonight.
You are a brave girl, he said. She noticed the coarseness in his voice then and felt her pulse quicken.
I like brave men, she rejoined.
Then he pulled her to him with a force she had not reckoned and began to ravish her lips with his.
Her response was quick, unplanned, like something programmed to happen. She kissed him back with equal fervor.
His hands travelled up her back to her neck and Tinu sighed in expectation, unconsciously.
This man, was good.
She leaned into him, wanting more of his cold fingers curling around her neck.
Ah, he likes kinky, she thought. A little dominatrix.
When his fingers began to squeeze, pressing against her throat, panic set in.
Her eyes widened, their lips detached.
The struggle began. Her hands clawed, fighting for freedom.
Nothing.
He was strong, his hand never loosing grip.
Please stop, she begged. No words came out.
She knew she was dying. And she thought about daddy and his money.
She was going to die like a dog with no one to witness it. No stage lights, no cheering, just the snuffing out of her life like a light bulb.
Her eyes pooled with tears as she felt her vision darken.
She had been mistaken. Neither money nor women was power; death was power because it could take everything away from you with one swoop.
It respected no one.
END
Mimi A.