Those girls hustling at Malibu hotels near my office came to make hair today, I was fixing weavon for the black ugly one Lovett, when the very vulgar one that calls herself Humble walks in, Sat beside my client and started gisting in a very loud voice, am sure people at Ojuelegba could hear her if they wished to.
"Lovett eh, that guy that you saw me leading to my room no edge ooo, guess what he did? He asked me to wear condom over my hands, then he pulled his trousers, bend down and asked me to finger his arse!
"Oh Jesus" my Madam shouted looking at her, mouth wide open, the comb she was holding suspended in the air
"God forbid said Dennis
"Tufiakwa" I whispered
Everybody was wearing a grave face paying attention to her now. Even I wants to vomit.
"So the guy says he will pay 2k, so I wore the condom then put my hand inside his arse which already has a big hole by the way showing the guy must have been doing this before,, he said I should shagg him with my hand, so I was putting it, removing it. And..........
""Sister please here is a Salon, you are frightening my customers and stylists, finish the story when you guys gets back home" said my madam to Humble in a voice I didn't recognize.
Ah ah Madam Classic, is not her fault people are listening to her gist, OK Humble low your voice so they won't hear but that one na eavesdropping nah Classic" said Lovett to my Madam jokingly.
"Ure please make Lovett's hair fast so she can go with her friend" my hands where already shaking, from the narrative I heard, I was already wondering, imagining, recreating the scenario, I strongly feel like vomiting, my stomach was singing loudly by then.
Finally they left, My Madam started sobbing to our surprise, she removed her Apron fold it into a ball, threw it far from her, took her car keys and left.
Everywhere was quiet.
Finally Dennis said
"these girls are meeting a lot of characters in that hotel, what she describes is too raw, I know she is Lying, she might be lying abi Ure, talk, you know about everything, you should know about this one too"
"Dennis abeg free me, I am not Google, I don't know, I was not there with her.
I picked my phone to call Ifem and tell her about it, then I remembered I was supposed to be very angry at her.
I logged into my Facebook instead, replied some messages, turned down dinner invitations, surfed through people's timelines just to distract and amuse myself yet my thoughts still strays to Humble's story. What if the guy was a serial killer?............
This Salon business can be bad for the soul. You hear things you are not supposed to hear.
I called Wayne and asked him to come pick me after work.
After all these I need a little TLC treatment from one who loves me.....
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