CHAPTER 2

　　"Hey girl,"

　　I said, standing up as she walked towards me.

　　"You are always looking beautiful, see how fresh your skin is."

　　"Stop whining about me being," she said, laughing and leading me to a private corner with a desk that had leather chairs on both sides. She took her seat and pointed to one of the chairs opposite her. She turned to her left, took out a bottle of malt and a glass cup from the small fridge beside her, and filled my glass with a drink."

　　"Whatsapp you sounded very strange over the phone," she said, placing drinks in front of me.

　　The glass was frosted immediately, which means the drink would be refreshingly cold, but I wasn't there for that. Ignore it and lean towards her.

　　"Andrea, thank you I will drink later, please I need to get out of here and move to Los Angeles.

　　Things are not moving smoothly over there, my parents barely managed to see me through my high school education, and even though I passed with flying colors, it looks like I will be stuck here without achieving my dreams. and I can't allow that to happen. I won't sit in this town with my parents while life passes me by, please help me. I'm willing to do absolutely anything to make my dream come true.

　　Andrea, can you imagine? After all the effort I put into getting good results Being in that handse, and watching my parents with zero ambition is killing me. I need to leave this place by any means possible, please. I need to find a way to get to Los Angeles, make some money and further my education. you are the only person who I know can help me out, I have no wealthy relatives I can ask for help. Please help me."

　　As I gushed about my struggles and frustration, Andrea listened to me with a pitiful face. When finished she sighed

　　deeply.

　　Maddison, I know everyone thinks I'm a prostitute, that sells my body for financial favors," she said, looking into my eye. Don't even try to deny it, I know that is popular morality. I have heard the rumors and all the side talks. people look at me, my boutique, my car, and the little luxury I have been able to achieve, and the only conclusion they came up with is that I sell my body for money. the truth is that I don't.

　　I remained silent as she leaned forward, bringing her expression closer to burrow. Everybody knew that she achieved her wealth through runs and frankly if I had to sell my pussy to get out of my situation, I was willing to do just that.

　　"I met a guy, a white man in his 40s," she said. He took a liking to me and decided to change my life. All I have to do is to be his collaborator and that is how things turn around for me."

　　I didn't believe a word she said but that wasn't my business at that point. "Andrea, please, how can you help me?"

　　Andrea picked up her phone and excused herself. "Let me make a call and I will get back to you." She was on the phone for about 20 minutes. I could not read her lips but I did hope that something positive will be the outcome of it. Finally, she ended her conversation over her phone and walked back to me.

　　"So I called my friend and he wanted to meet you." She scanned me with her eye from my head to foot and frowned slightly. "This your hair and clothes look somehow..."

　　"Meet me?" I asked. " What does that have to do with me getting to Los Angeles?"

　　"Don't worry, he will help you. just do what he says."

　　"Okay, when do I have to meet him?"

　　"He is a very busy man but he said Saturday will be dressed, picked two dresses from that rack and tried them on. I will lend you my black wig too," Andrea said.

　　"Thank you but I don't have any money to pay for these dresses, "she said.

　　"Don't worry I am not selling them to you. consider them as gifts from me. When you get there, be well-mannered and act classy. And don't tell him your real age," she added, "Got that?"

　　"Yes. I'm so grateful to Andrea, but I hope that I will not do anything that I don't want to do?"

　　"Are you accusing me of being a pimp?

　　, I'm just helping you. What I am doing is giving you a connection. what you do with it is your own choice."

　　"Oh Okay, thank you very much. God bless you. So, this is your friend….

　　His name is Xander, "she cut in. He is an older guy in his 40s, not from here, he just lives here because he works with a multinational here.

　　I will text you the time and place of the meeting, as well as his number. Finish your drink and come and choose your dresses,

　　"She said.

　　After looking at all the gorgeous dresses on display, I picked two beautiful ones.

　　"Thank you so much, Andrea, "I said as she wrapped up the black wig with two dresses and handed the bag to me.

　　"You are welcome, my dear. "She counted $500 notes, placed them in an envelope, and handed it over to me. "When going to see Xander on Saturday, please take a cab and not a bike."At that, we could not help but burst into laughter.

　　I arrived home tired and hungry, as common, no one in the house had prepared any food. Everyone was waiting for me to handle the chores. My sixteen year old twin siblings, Michael and Martha, were sitting in the dining room doing their homework. As soon as I walked in, the demands began.

　　"Sister Maddison, please help me with my homework."

　　"Sister Maddison, I'm hungry, we haven't eaten anything."

　　"Sister…"

　　This is the story of my life, day in and day out. I have become a glorified house girl in my own home, and my parents have no desire to see my parent status change. I honestly can't wait for Saturday. I'm hopeful things will go well. I can't wait, at last, my dream of going to Los Angeles will become a reality.