2, Preparing Lara

*At Madam Alora's Brothel*

Lara stepped out of the bathroom after finishing her bath and walked into the room. Janet was already dressed in a skimpy pink gown that, if she bent over, would clearly reveal her buttocks.

Lara asked, "Are you going out tonight?"

Janet responded, "Yes, or what does it look like I'm preparing to do, sleep?"

Janet laughed, but Lara frowned and slowly walked to the exquisite bed, sitting down while admiring the silk bedspread. She felt like relaxing on it.

Janet said, "That's your dress on the bed. Madam asked me to lend you some of my clothes, as you will be going out with me tonight."

Lara frowned, "Going out where? I'm not going anywhere with you."

Janet ignored Lara's response and stood by the wall mirror, applying her makeup.

Janet said, "I don't have time to argue with you, Lara. Honestly, you nag a lot." She frowned.

Lara replied, "You caused all this. Even though I'm in the village drinking garri, it's still better than coming here with you to the city and doing nonsense."

Madam Alora walked towards Janet's room door, knocked, then pushed it open and entered. She saw Lara seated on the bed while Janet was already dressed in a short pink gown. She shifted her gaze to Lara and asked, "Why are you still seated on the bed? Stand up now and dress up quickly."

Lara frowned as she stood up and walked towards her tattered traveling bag. She opened the zip while Madam Alora stood staring at her.

Madam Alora watched as Lara brought out a torn pair of panties and gasped, "What's the meaning of that nonsense?!"

Lara shuddered in fright and stared back at Madam Alora, asking, "Is it me? My panties?"

Madam Alora replied, "Yes, you! Your panties. You cannot wear that torn pair of panties and bra to go out. Jezz! You're going out with a prominent billionaire, not some cheap local village client. Janet!"

Janet responded, "Yes, madam."

Madam Alora said, "Give her one of your pairs of panties and ensure to buy new clothes and panties for her tomorrow."

Janet replied, "Okay, madam."

Lara frowned and watched as Janet walked to her wardrobe, opened the door, and brought out a pair of panties that looked too transparent and tiny.

Lara gasped, "What's this? I cannot wear this nonsense." She frowned.

Madam Alora stared at Lara in disbelief, knowing she had a lot of brushing up to do for Lara. Despite Lara's beauty, her locality was still too evident.

Madam Alora yelled, "Shut your stinking mouth and put it on. Did you even brush that gutter of your mouth to utter such nonsense? Look at the kind of panties you want to wear to meet my client."

Madam Alora walked towards the bed, picked up the torn panties that Lara had brought out with only two fingers, and raised them up, saying, "Look at the panties you want to wear and go out. Jezz! It even has holes and has been sewn in several places. I cannot believe a young, beautiful lady like you would be comfortable wearing this nonsense that you call panties. Hmm!"

Madam Alora sniffed the panties, threw them to the floor, and picked up the panties Janet had brought out, raising them up.

Madam Alora said, "Look at the kind of panties beautiful ladies like you are supposed to be wearing. Classic panties that will bring out your sexy curves, not some local, stinking, dirty panties."

Lara frowned, not liking the beautiful panties in Madam Alora's hand. She replied, "What's anyone's business with my panties? Isn't it under my clothes that I will wear it?"

Madam Alora replied, "Enough! Now put this on."

Lara frowned as she took the new panties from Madam Alora's hand, turned around, and wore them. The panties hugged tightly to her buttocks, accentuating their shape and not covering them properly.

Madam Alora said, "Now this is what we call panties. Janet, let me see the gown you've picked out for her. Will she need a bra with it?"

Janet walked towards the bed, picked up the short red sexy gown she had selected for Lara, and handed it to Madam Alora.

Madam Alora said, "Perfect! Now put this on. You don't need to wear that torn bra either."

Lara's frown deepened. She couldn't understand why she had to dress so provocatively if she was going out to meet a client. She refused to accept the red gown or put it on.

Madam Alora asked, "Are you wearing it or not? Or do you want me to call Jack? I think you saw my guards at the gate. I will just throw you outside now, and you can find your way back to your village tonight. I don't care."

Lara frowned and finally took the red gown from Madam Alora's hand and put it on.

Lara was sad and had no other option but to wear the red gown. She cursed Janet in her mind as she wore the red gown, which hugged tightly to her body and accentuated her breasts.

Madam Alora said, "Perfect! Now you're good to go. Go and brush your teeth properly so you don't irritate my client with mouth odor. Janet, once you ladies are ready, please step out and meet me for dinner before you leave. You both are going to Billionaire Mike Ernest's new house. I've already contacted him and told him about Lara, so take her along and ensure to bring her back safely."

Janet responded, "Okay, madam. But why didn't Mike send his car?"

Madam Alora said, "You know Mike. He has refused you all and only receives massages. I guess you know what I mean. He will like Lara, and her payment will be triple."

Janet responded, "Okay, ma."

Janet stared back at Lara as soon as Madam Alora left the room. She saw Lara sobbing again and walked up to her, saying, "I'm sorry."

Lara responded, "Don't you dare touch me! So you want to take me out to a man's house, and yet you cannot lend me money to go back to the village?"

Janet frowned and spoke, "Look, Lara, he's not just any guy. His father is a billionaire, and he's the sole heir to Ernest Hotel and Suites Luxury. Their hotel is one of the biggest here in the state, and he also has other entertainment houses. Like if you see him, you will like him. He's a god on earth, handsome, dark-skinned, every lady's dream man. Oh my..."

Lara yelled, "Shut up, Janet! I hate you! You ceased being my friend from today onwards. God! I cannot breathe in this tight red dress."

Janet apologized, "I'm sorry."

Lara responded, "Just leave me alone. But where's the brush and toothpaste since your madam said I should brush my teeth? I wonder if I'm going to be close to the client for him to smell my mouth first before he speaks to me." She frowned.

Janet smiled and walked to the bathroom to bring out a clean, white, new toothbrush. She put some paste on it and called Lara to have it.

Janet said, "Lara, here it is. Be quick."

Lara walked to the bathroom, snatched the toothbrush from Janet's hand angrily, and started brushing her sparkling white teeth.

Lara had a natural set of white glowing teeth, whether she brushed them or not. Yet Madam Alora had insulted her, claiming she had mouth odor.

Lara frowned and felt she needed to deal with Madam Alora whenever she got her freedom. She wouldn't be used to make money from men.

After brushing her teeth, Lara walked out into the room and didn't see Janet.

Lara sighed and reflected on her life as she walked to the wide wall mirror to stare at her beautiful reflection.

She was beautiful, cute, and everything a man would want in a woman. She blamed her mother for their suffering, for marrying an older man. Her mother wasn't forced to marry her father.

Her mother knew her father already had a wife and kids, yet she fell for him and had an illicit affair that resulted in her mother's family chasing her away. Many eligible young men were coming for her mother's hand in marriage when she was still young and beautiful, but her mother rejected them all for an older man.

Lara wondered what her mother saw in her father that made her marry a poor older man.

She was beautiful, but she affirmed to herself not to have anything to do with any guy asking her out to be his girlfriend until she was ripe for marriage.

Even as a young adult, she hadn't taken any relationship seriously. She only wanted eligible bachelors to come for her hand in marriage, not a mere relationship. But because of her mother's story in their village, some village women didn't want their sons to marry her, fearing she might turn out like her mother, dumping their son for an older man too.