Greetings again:D. Nice to see that some of you have added me to their favourite authors' list, it's very flattering! Here is chapter two of the story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Thank you poisedpencil for being my very awesome editor *hugs*.
Chapter Two- things get a little...interesting
Koko heard Kit gasp in shock behind her. Koko wasn't as steady on her feet anymore. Part of her wanted to tell this man to shove it where the sun don't shine for even thinking for a minute that she could be sold but...
A larger part of her was more than tempted. All those bills to pay- no job- no parental support. "Shit" she muttered for the umpteenth time.
"Uhm Koko, we need to talk!" squeaked Kit, before dragging Koko a few metres behind the car.
"Koko this guy is mad. Who would pay R50 000 for female entertainment?! He's probably a body dealer. We'll end up drugged and in some foreign country. Let's get out of here."
Koko hesitated before replying.
"I don't know Kit- I really need the money - plus you did say we should see where the night takes us, so let's do it."
The girls stared at each other. Kit sighed.
"I can tell you're going to do this with or without me so we might as well just do it together. But I swear- one second of monkey business and I'm committing murder Madea style!"
Koko smiled, grateful to her friend. They sauntered back to where the vehicle was still parked.
Koko once again leaned down to get to eye level with the mysterious man.
"You have yourself a deal."
With those words, the car doors unlocked. It was a two-seater so Koko had to sit on Kit's lap. The mystery man looked in appreciation at the sight the two women made. One dark and smooth, the other light and unblemished sitting quite intimately. Kit held Koko around the waist, her hands stroking the skin exposed by her top.
Both girls stared at him. Koko had already registered how good-looking he was and she figured he was rich by the car and the money he was offering but there were other minor details. The smell of his cologne was distinctly expensive. The Rolex watch on his thick left wrist was also a clue. His blue sweater was of a fine material and stretched with the contours of his shoulders and chest. His jeans were label and if she looked close enough she could see the outline of what looked to be an impressive package. She gulped, suddenly thirsty.
"What's your name?" Koko asked.
"Emanuel."
"Emanuel..." said Kit.
"Emanueel..." echoed Koko