Men in there in their twenties and thirties are a weird lot. They are most likely to swindle a prostitute for no good reason other than thinking its macho to do so.  They are also with lots of ego problems. They want a girl to scream, moan and cry in bed; it makes them feel on top of the world. When a girl is indifferent they feel lesser men, and that’s their Achilles’ heel. A man picked me up yesterday, near Kengeles, around one in the morning. We agreed on a figure of two thousand shillings, only to get to his house and say he only had half the amount. At that hour of the night, in an isolated Kabete neighbourhood, there wasn’t much I could do. I wasn’t sure whether he was lying but by virtue of his age, he looked the early thirties, probably he was.

So I didn’t fake an orgasm like I usually do. I just stared blankly at the man as he panted, thrusting on top of me. Not a sound left my mouth, my body didn’t twitch and I didn’t smile. It was my way of getting back at him for shortchanging me.  AI was clapping inside, looking at him getting frustrated on realizing he was not having any effect on me. Not that men tickle me much. As they say, it’s all in the brain. When you are like me; having sex every day, with different men, without the slightest of passion then sex loses its flavour. Of course, on one or two occasions I get lost into the act and have fun, but those are rare moments.

But I have to make good men feel great. I fake the pleasure; I wiggle, get into fits and cry out their name. Do that to a man and he won’t feel a pinch when you ask for more cash. He is also more likely to be a regular. From about two years of practice, I have noted men react in two ways when a girl is indifferent. First and most likely; the man will dislike the girl and never want to see her again. They dare not bruise their egos again. Second, the man might seek to redeem himself and his ego by sleeping with the girl again, hoping and praying that the girl responds positively.

I didn’t want to see the man I was with yesterday ever again. I hated him, so I decided to hit where it hurts. At 5 in the morning after our last round of sex and ready to leave I said to him “That your thing disappears inside me, I can’t feel it at all.”

Writer: Sue