Charming the heart of a Hooker in Pisces 3D club

pisces 3D club nairobiDear my only friend Medina,

I just landed at the airport yesterday, found that you took everything with you, including our unborn kid. You left our home deserted like a graveyard. I don’t even know where to start now. But if you’ve decided to damp me, it will soon be well. You will hear rumors of how I became rich, how I bought a private jet, or even how I am about to own a home in Kileleshwa here in Nairobi. I know money is the answer to everything, but you leaving me because I failed to send you a Western Union check last month is unprofound, inhuman, and dishonest! I will use all the vocabulary I know. But first, let me tell you a story.

When I arrived, I went home straight, found the door locked, so I broke it. The house was smelling like rotten eggs because the windows had been closed for the last 2 weeks, it was stuffy.

Nevertheless, I took courage, made my way inside, did some cleaning and changed my clothes before hitting town again. This is the toughest day of my life, thinking about you living me. I needed a tot of whiskey to make me forget you for a moment.

It was Thursday, so as usual, I decided to visit one of the night spots along River Road Nairobi. A lot of transformation has happened here lately. Electronic shops have been set up along Luthuli lane, and most corners of the streets are buzzing in a beehive of activities.

But the nights haven’t changed very much. The same old mamas who stand on the dark corridors are still doing their trade. I hate to see an old woman, the age of my grandmother touch me in a sexual way, trying to convince me that I should go give her a porn show! So I am very selective when it comes to such matters.

I decided to visit Pisces 3D Club in River road. It’s a relatively new establishment that has caught the attention of the whole sin City. It’s all about Sex, Sex and lots of it, provided you have the money.

Normally, when I walk along Nairobi streets in the dark, I hold on to my dear wallet and phone. They might just snatch it away, and you know these things are very costly in developing countries like Kenya. Am not saying Kenyan people are thieves, all am saying is that you should be careful with your money and phone when interacting with hookers.

But this short walk from Tom Mboya to Pisces 3D club was an experience. The downtown streets were full of people walking up and down. If I was to imagine in this darkness with faint street lights, I would see them like zombies in the TV action series ”The Walking dead”.

The usual street boys were either chilling by the street side, or sleeping in boxed makeshift homes on the pavements. The city council chased away most of them, which explains why there are not so many of them these days.

Club 3D Pisces came up with this new concept of dancing in foam and bubbles. They have this sort of thing where they mix detergent with water before blowing it up on the dance floor. Then revelers, I mean naked girls, would dance with men, who are equally on fire, yearning to give them a fuck afterwards.

Very few were seated. Equally, very few ladies were seated with their legs closed. You see, take the example of Sabina Joy, or any other decent club in the uptown suburbs. Most women will have heels on, while those who want to dance will be in flat shoes. But here in club 3D Pisces, all women who come here dance exclusively in Bikini. There’s a lot of swimming going on here, till late in the dark. They also have model waiters who serve food and drinks on demand.

Because it was the last Thursday of the month, they had their usual foam and glow party. I think the man on the deck was DJ KYM. He was just doing Hip Hop, and sending people into a frenzy. The entry fee at the gate was Ksh1000, besides the advance ticket which I bought for ksh800. I have never seen this sort of thing in Nairobi, so I had to give it a try.

I was seated for a while before a light-skinned girl approached me. She was short but slender. She only had red lipstick on her lips. She looked charming in her tiny black stretch skirt with chiffon strips. She also had shiny blue heels which she removed the moment she sat next to me. I don’t know why she got so comfortable with a stranger like me, maybe I looked so innocent, or maybe she just liked me.

She also had an expensive Samsung S6 Galaxy phone, which she playfully tapped using her fingers, then she asked, ”Is that your drink?” I said yes, while looking straight into her red lips.

”Can I have some?” She asked. I obliviously said No even before thinking.

”Okay, have me a Kingfisher then”, she said with the confidence of an experienced city plumber.

”My name is Ken”, I said while trying to ignore her request.

”I am Cecile, so the Kingfisher?” she insisted while trying to caress my elbows and standing right behind the stool I was seated on.

So I gave in and bought her the drink. Shortly, there were two bottles of Kingfisher on my table. She gulped the first bottle halfway and put it down. Then she shot a question at me. She wanted to know what I did for a living.

Please note, I love this question because this is the only time I can decide to be what I have always wished to be. I can even say am a Kenya Airways Pilot, just got back from London, or I can say am a dentist in Hurlingam, and so forth.

Now it was my turn to ask her what she does for a living.

”You will know soon”, she replied before putting down the bottle of Kingfisher she was sipping. Then she stood up, put on her heels and asked me to accompany her to a nearby Mpesa shop where she had left her phone’s charger. I objected first, then I submitted to her request, taking chances with her and not knowing what else would ensue.

We got off the busy dancing hall, and in a minute, we were outside the premise. It was 3am, and so she asked, ”would you mind giving me your phone number?” I really like you, and…….. well, I would love to see you again”. So we exchanged numbers and parted ways after taking her to where she was supposed to pick her battery charger. She smiled behind me, I could not resist, so came back to give her another one more hag. Her perfume smelled expensive, and I couldn’t let her go as I forced my chest on her breast. The rest was history!

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