POOLEY GIRL (18+) episode 3


By Evans Aboagye Tawiah
When I came back to our room later in the
afternoon, Stella wanted to know how
everything went but I refused to talk to her. This annoyed her so much that she left me alone.
I lay on the bed ruminating over the events of the past night. After a while, I got up, went to my purse, brought out the cheque of two hundred and fifty thousand cedis and stared at it one more time.
I had to go and cash it as soon as possible to avoid stories. I dressed up and went to the bank to cash the cheque and when the cash was handed to me, I couldn’t believe I was the one handling such an amount.
The sight of the money gladdened my heart and erased all the depression I felt.
I dropped the money in my handbag and
headed back to my hostel. I narrated how everything happened to Stella later in the evening when she came back. She smiled after listening to my story and said, “welcome to the game but don’t allow
yourself get drugged next time.” I thanked her for her advice.
The next day I went shopping and bought new clothes for lectures and for business. I also bought a Samsung galaxy smart phone, a new handbag and a new makeup kit.
I had learnt that the smart phone helped us in getting clients by snapping nude  pictures and uploading to social media where potential clients could contact us.
I also submitted pictures to different hotels and pleaded with them to contact me incase any guest in their hotel needed company.
The two hundred and fifty thousand cedis had increased my interest in the business and there was no going back.
I opened a new bank account and deposited the remainder of the money therein.
Our second semester exams was scheduled to start the next monday and I wasn’t prepared but that wasn’t going to be a problem because I knew how to go about it. The exams started that monday as scheduled and I was busy writing jargon in my scripts.
I hadn’t been reading so there was no way I would know what to write. The students sitting by me didn’t help matters as they both closed their answer booklets from my preying eyes making it relatively impossible for me to copy.
“Please let me see the ones you’ve written,” I pleaded with one of the chaps.
The guy didn’t respond. Instead he  behaved like he didn’t hear what I said  and continued with what he was writing.
I never knew such behaviour was obtainable in a university where getting first position or last position wasn’t  relevant.
After that, I kept to myself and continued writing my jargon. For one week we wrote the exams one after the other till we finished. Then, the second phase of the hustle began.
I went from one lecturer’s office to the other sorting my way out by cash and kind
depending on what the lecturer  demanded.
There was this particular lecturer who gave me a hard time. He had refused to collect money from me and wouldn’t grant me audience till the day I barged into his office unannounced.
He had stared at me with fear not knowing what gave me the impetus to  barge into his office the way I did. I  locked the door behind me and instantly
reminded him of why I came.
“I have told you that your proposition is
impossible,” he said sitting back in his chair.
“How I wish you know what you’re missing
sir,” I replied pulling up my skirt and turning around for him to see my well shaped asset.
“All these would be yours to enjoy free of
charge if only you would help me.”
The man remained silent for sometime.  Then I heard him mutter some inaudible
words and pointed to a white piece of paper in his left hand.
“Write down your phone number here,” he
commanded… “


Comments are closed.