I regained consciousness the next morning unable to recall where I was.
My blood pressure was low and my heart beat was very slow.
Then I noticed that I was lying naked in what seemed to be a hotel room.
I felt pain all over my body most especially around my pu$$¥ area.
The pain was peppery in nature like I had peppery substance smeared all over.
The air conditioner blew cool air round the room and maintained the coolness of the room.
I couldn’t recall how I got to the hotel or with whom I slept on the bed.
All I did was gaze at the ceiling and wonder what was happening.
Around 12.00pm in the afternoon, the hotel management came knocking on the door.
I feebly covered myself with a blanket before responding.
“Come in,” I said.
The door swung open and a set of familiar faces walked into the room.
A young familiar female voice threw the first question.
“Where did Ray tell you he was going?” She asked staring at me.
“Ray?” I asked back to the utmost surprise of the lady who asked the question. “Please who is Ray?”
I noticed a visible frown creep unto the faces of the waiters who had accompanied the lady to the room.
“Is this supposed to be a joke or what?” One of them bawled visibly irritated. “The man you were invited to service, where is he?”
“Man? Service? Which man? Which service?” I asked looking genuinely confused. The lady and her team at once knew something was amiss.
One by one they left the room and banged the door behind.
With time, the side effects of the drug wore off and a vivid picture of how everything happened flashed across my mind starting from how I logged unto facebook, how I accepted the Valentino deal, how I met my client, Ray – oh yes! Ray was his name. Yes, Ray!
The side effect of the drug had totally worn off and I remembered everything. There was no sign of Ray anywhere in the room neither was there any cheque lying around the bed.
It was then that the reality of what happened struck me.
Ray had simply drugged me, raped me and zoomed off without paying a single dime. With aggression, I jumped down from the bed and quickly wore my clothes. I seemed to have gotten extra energy from somewhere I couldn’t explain.
I rushed straight to the receptionist’s desk and inquired about Ray’s where about.
The lady-receptionist stared back at me with shock and surprise. It took her some seconds to find her voice.
“Wasn’t that what we came to your room to ask you and you pretended you weren’t understanding what we were saying?” she replied sullenly.
“So what about my payment?” I asked. “Sorry dear, there’s no payment,” the receptionist replied.
The receptionist’s reply hit me like a boomerang.
All the noise about 500k turned out to be a dream in no man’s land.
Ray drugged me, raped me and absconded without paying a single dime for my services...
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