Get your head straight Ines
Ines P.O.V.
The room suddenly became pin-drop silent; there wasn't much noise to begin with, but the intensity of the information we had heard made us unconsciously hold our breaths.
My best friend Vivian, my informant Hope, and I were in my school apartment, sitting on the floor around a table. Hope looked at me with pleading doe eyes that I had to do something with the information she dropped, and I looked into space still processing all the tea that had just been spilled thinking of what next to do.
I wasn't a calculative person, neither was I prudent, but I was content with my abilities, and I believed in my capabilities because even though I lacked in so many ways I lost count of; my Un calculative intuition had made rules that when I followed saved me from traps.
"Earth to Ines!" Vivian called out snapping me out of my thoughts, it took a while, but I slowly turned my head to face her before my eyes focused on her beautiful white face, blonde hair, and green eyes "So I should prostitute myself" I whispered like I had a final answer
"Yuck!" "If that's your only option" Vivian and Hope replied simultaneously
"Listen to me Ines," Vivian said after giving Hope 'the side eye' "You're not that cheap, and I know that Hope looking out for your father means she won't look out for you, but thankfully I'm here to tell you what's right"
"I'm sorry, it's just that, the condition everything is in is crazy, I'm an insider so I understand the intensity" Hope defended herself
"I do too!" Vivian said causing Hope to look at her, we could all read Hope's face explaining to Vivian that there was nothing she knew because she was just an outsider; and although Vivian was my best friend, I understood what Hope was implying; Vivan and I met in the University, while Hope and I had always known the ways of the mafia since birth.
I breathed out not wanting to cause any more arguments, I got up and looked at my watch then said "It's time for class, Hope I shall see you off, Vivian let's go" I picked my purse from the floor as they got up swiftly, we walked out of our apartment and I became lost again, what should I do?
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"Ines, get your head up, the bible says, a little sleep and a little slumber, poverty is going to roll up on you before you know it" Mrs. Patty my biology lecturer lectured me as I rolled my head up from my desk.
'No woman,' I thought, 'I am not a slumbering person, I am a whole hardworking woman, supporting her beloved daddy, so you put some respect on my name!' there was no need to say all that out loud anyway
I looked at the watch on my wrist and I knew it was time Mrs. Patty left the class, in the meantime, I was thinking about the operation I had to cook up for the evening with Mr. Shawn and the tactics I'd use to get him speaking to his father in my favor, my father's source of income had been dwindling thanks to Shawn's family, My father Mr. Waterson was the head of the prestigious Chain gang, but by the ways things were looking, the prestigious in the chain gang would soon be history, my father's business had been crumbling and since he wasn't planning on letting me take over his cartel, it was tough to get information from the gang, hence my dependence on Hope my informant.
From Hope, I found out my old man who I adored so much was in debt and, as a competent daughter, I worked as a stripper to bring home cash, and today according to Hope, Shawn was going to be available in the strip club that evening; I had to seize the opportunity and find a way I could turn my family's situation around.
Suddenly signaling Vivian, I got up and strolled out of the class, Vivian following suit, leaving Mrs. Patty to continue talking; the rest of my mates couldn't follow suit, I knew, because they loved the medical degree they were fighting tooth and nail to get in that classroom.
I met Vivian first at a strip club when we went for applications, and in 5 months, we had gotten awfully close as we excelled in the club. Then, afterwards, I found out she was coincidentally a student of Cannon University studying medicine too, and since then, we moved to the club together after school.
Vivian and I walked back to our apartment to change into our outfits for the night.
"Drive today!" I told Vivian as I changed into a scanty fit with a little mask for disguise, and then a trench coat, I threw the car keys to her and she impressively caught it while finishing her makeup, and when we were both done, we walked out looking like supermodels; stunning!
"So, what will you do today?" Vivian enquired as she drove.
"Hope is right, and you're right too," I replied after giving it a long thought and still coming up with no tangible ideas. "With an opportunity like Shawn, I'll take both of your advice."
"How?"
"I'm going to seduce Shawn,"
"And?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Not sleep with him but take something from him that will make him shudder!".
"Girl, like what?"
"I don't know yet," I said. "I'll find out once I get to know him," I concluded, shrugged, and smiled, aware that my plan was bullshit.
"Having a sugar daddy is a better plan," Vivian said, and I recalled her saying earlier not to prostitute myself.
Although that would've been the easy way to raise more funds for my father, having one to three of them would be terrible for my dad's reputation and mine; if I could suddenly have a billionaire husband, it would've been the best!
"Or take Shawn as..." she dragged "A sugar daddy," she concluded and smirked
"Eww, imagine the infamous son of my dad's rival having me on cock duty; freaking disrespectful," I said, and before we knew it, we were already in the club. Vivian drove like a racer.
We unlatched our seatbelts and left the car... in the dressing room, I took off my trench coat, revealing my half-cut bum shorts and pink bra top
"I'm not going to watch you play with your Mr. Shawn," Vivian said to me while adjusting her ironically long skirt. "I have a VIP client, the first time he came, he watched me do all that sexy stuff, he's now looking for my services in the VIP room."
"Is he some kind of hunk?"
"Of course, he is, why would I be thinking of an old ass man or an ugly guy?"
"Or a woman," I butt in
"That too! I'll catch you later, go do your Shawn thing."
"Okay, girl, go do your Mr. Hunk thing, bye," I strutted out carefully with my high heels.