Please hide my name, I met a very handsome guy at a famous club in Durban. I study long distance with Unisa so I used to be a bottle girl during the weekends. The bottle girl life introduced me to my love for money.
I became so lost in the world of fine things that i also started entertaining men for money. one evening as I was doing my job,I noticed a very wealthy man who was buying expensive bottles like he was buying chappies.
My colleagues and I were competing for him and ofcos may the best woman win. Around midnight he asked to speak to me and I agreed. I knew he would come with a big tip just by looking at him and how he spent that night. It was all our first time seeing him and we could spot a rich guy from far.
He asked me to be the one serving his table for the rest of the night. I did as told and almost closing time he whispered in my ear that he would like to take me home. He touched my hand to pull me closer to him so that he can whisper in my ear.
His hand was ice cold and so was the whisper air he blew in my ear. Even his lips were ice cold yoh guys but I ignored that I just assumed it's maybe the drinks since they were cold. He whispered that he would like to take me home after my shift. I agreed and went back to work.
Knock out time arrived and the club was also closing,I went to him and asked him to wait for me because we had a few things to do after the club was closed. We don't leave same time with the customers. Indeed he waited and we walked to the parking lot together.
We got inside his car and suddenly the very cold breeze blew my wig. He ignored it and I was too scared to talk about it. He asked if we can go to his hotel room and have a few drinks. I told him I had to go back to work at 2pm and it was 2am so I needed to rest.
He asked how much I make a day because he can tripple the amount if I took the day off. I told him I made -+300 and he said he would give me R10 000. I was blown away and agreed immediately. We drove to his hotel room and we chilled a bit...
I started feeling dizzy and fatigue after a few drinks and I asked him to take me home. I could feel that I was going to pass out. He started touchy and kissing me and well I liked him so I gave him consent and kissed him back.
His tongue suddenly felt very long,he was shoving it down my throat. His body still do very cold as if it was ice. I must have passed out and the next morning when I woke up he was gone and there was the 5K he promised me on my pillow.
With my walk of shame I left the hotel room. When I got home I realised that I didn't even have his number but I remembered his name very well. I logged into my Facebook and googled his name and surname which I could remember very well.
I was shocked when I saw his wall flooded Witt his videos and pictures shared by other people with captions like RIP,rest easy,we will miss you and so on. I must have zoomed his pic and the dates a million times.
The posts dated back to 2 years ago and the person on the picture was exactly the man I spent the night with. I know we had made love because I could feel that there was penetration. But how when his timeline is flooded with so many RIPS.
HOW IS STILL THE QUESTION? WHO DO I TALK TO? WHO DO I TELL? 
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