It was a few minutes to 8 p.m. when Beth’s cell phone alerted her to a text message. “Come with eight girls. Mix them in different styles. Take a cab and let’s meet in South B,” it read.
Beth, who had been waiting with her friends for themessage, was excited. They had to dress scantily, she told the young women who would soon make a short journey to the underworld where illicit sex, alcohol and rich men mix in one of Nairobi’s latest fads.
The house in South B was tastefully furnished, and the girls, undressed to their lingerie, lay in wait on a couch. The rich men would soon be coming to sample the young women on display and take their pick.
Moments later, nine well-dressed men in various stages of inebriation sauntered in, one by one. They ordered their favourite drinks from the well-stocked in-house bar.
They absorbed the sight before them – giggling girls who, in the ordinary course of things, should have been in the library studying – and, one by one, took their pick.
It was in this carefully arranged rendez-vous that Mary found herself with a politician, a man she had only seen on TV debating in Parliament. A first-timer in the business, Mary was embarrassed. But with Sh25,000 in her bag, she forced a smile and vowed never to speak about it.
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