Meet me outside

She was disappointed, this dress was supposed to be ripped off her body by her mystery man.

As she glared at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but think how stupid she was to buy lingerie and a dress just to impress the man who left her after their one night stand. Atleast it wasn't with her own money.

She fell to the bed with a sigh. If only he was here, if only he was here to touch her and satisfy her with his big dick.

She moaned at the thought of him fucking her. She began caressing her body with her hands, imaging them to his, she slowly lifted the pink dress up to her waist.

She closed her eyes and imagined him standing between her open legs, rubbing his erection on her soaked panties.

Her left hand went down to rub her pussy while her left hand played with her nipples, squeezing, twisting and pulling.

She screamed out in pleasure, her back arching.

"Fuck me." She whispered, pretending she was talking to him.

Her right hand took over and pulled her panties at the side, exposing her hairy pussy. She whimpered when she felt the cool air on her pussy.

She slid her fingers up and down her wet opening, moaning each time it came back up.

She flipped over so that her stomach was on the bed. She grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under her throbbing pussy.

With her thumb rubbing her clitoris, she started fucking the pillow, pretending that she was riding his dick.

Waves of pleasure rocked her body as her dripping pussy moved up and down the pillow that she had to burry her face in the bed so that she wouldn't scream and wake up everyone.

"Oh yes, yes, just like that." She moaned.

********

 Her room wasn't ugly, in fact it was better than her old room and the bed wasn't as uncomfortable as she thought it would be so it didn't take long for her to fall asleep. 

 She woke up early in the morning happy with her decision. 

 As she brushed her teeth with the toothbrush that she found already waiting for her among other things, her brain was still processing the information that she had gathered after Mwape left her. 

 Firstly, she was part of the night twigs, the most violent and bloodthirsty gang in Lusaka. The police have been trying to catch them long ago before she was even born and they still haven't managed to do so. 

 Second thing that was making her head swirl was the person she was meant to find, as she read through the files taking in everything she realized that this person liked the same things that she did, looked like her, visited the same places she had visited last week and they also had the same coat as her. 

 "Can I come in?" The woman from last night called out after knocking once.

 "You can." Zimba yelled after spitting and rinsing her mouth. 

 "We didn't get the chance to properly introduce ourselves," She sat down on Zimba's bed, "You can call me Namakando, I'm the one in charge of this place." 

 "Nice to meet you, I'm Zimba." 

 "Your breakfast will be brought to your room. I hope you have already started with your investigation." 

 "Uh I- yah, I think I know where to find her." 

 Namakando's eyebrows shot up, and Zimba remembered what Mwape said to her. No one was supposed to know the details.

 "I'm meeting up with a lady to help find the person." She corrected herself . 

 "Oh, are you looking for a man or woman?" Namakando asked, stealing a glance at the papers that were scattered everywhere. 

 "I can't tell you that." Zimba said and stood in between Namakando and the papers, blocking her view of them.

 "Good." 

 Once Namakando was gone, Zimba grabbed a fistful of the papers and hid them. She didn't trust Namakando and what made it worse was that she didn't own the keys to her own bedroom. 

 "Namakando told me that you have to meet someone today." Sililo was standing by her door which Namakando left open.

 "She did?" She made a mental note to never lie again.

 "Yes, when you're ready, find me." He closed the door and left.

 She had to think of something fast, she couldn't escape not going but who was she going to meet up with? 

 Her food came knocking and the door answered itself. 

**

 "We're here." Zimba announced as she scanned the empty parking lot. 

 "Should I wait for you?" 

 "Yes. I'll be back soon." 

 It had been a while since she had seen her ex best friend, they didn't hate each other and they didn't like each other either. 

 But she needed her, if she was going to get this job done in record time then she needed the second best clubber, Talia.

 As she neared the corner she could smell the smoke from Talia's cigarette wandering around. 

 "I need your help." Zimba said as she took the cigarette from Talia's thin lips.

 "You can't stay with me." Talia replied immediately.

 "No, not that." Zimba blew smoke through her nose, "I'm looking for someone I don't know." 

 "Hmm." 

 "It's a woman, she looks like me." 

 Talia took back her cigarette.

 "Your twin?" 

 "No, maybe." Zimba's head was spinning, what if that was her twin? 

 "Let me see." Talia grabbed the file and started flipping through its pages murmuring things that only her ears could hear.

 "So will you help me?" Zimba asked, shoving her hands in her pockets.

 "No." Talia threw the file to the ground.

 "What's your problem!?" Zimba demanded as she rushed to put back the papers in the file.

 "You think you can lie to me like that?" Talia shoved Zimba, "Do you think I'm stupid?" 

 This was what broke up their friendship, Talia's issues.

 "I'm not lying!" Zimba screamed a little too loudly. 

 "Yah right. I'm leaving." Talia walked away and Zimba knew that nothing she could say or do would convince her to help.

 "Fine!" 

**

 "That was quick," Sililo said as Zimba opened the car door, "and loud." 

 "Sorry about that, I miscalculated." 

 "The boss wants a report tonight." 

 "What do you mean by report?" 

 "You have to add new information to the file by the end of today, if not you get cut off." 

 "Cut off?" Zimba asked even though she already knew the answer.

 "Killed, brutally. By the boss himself." 

 She stared at the file until an idea came to mind.