28/09/2025
The first time I walked into that spa in Lagos, I thought it was just another job interview. They needed a female masseuse, and I figured I had a shot. I submitted my CV and the next day I was asked to come for an interview.
The moment I entered his office (the owner of the spa), he looked up, smiled, and said, “You’re tall and beautiful. That’s good for this line of work.” I just took it as a compliment, smiled back, and sat down. We talked, he asked questions, personal things too, and when I was about to leave he told me not to worry, he’d get back to me. Then he gave me his complimentary card and said, “Call me.”
It sounded strange, but I didn’t think too much of it. I forgot for two days, and when I finally called him, he asked why I had waited so long. And I told him I was busy and apologized. He said he and his friends were going out for the weekend and invited me. I was surprised: here was a spa owner who might employ me, asking me to come out with his friends. I agreed, curious.
When I got there, it was a table of six handsome older men. He introduced me to them as an acquaintance, at first I was the only woman on the table, later another girl joined us. Drinks flowed, they were warm and friendly, and it almost felt like we’d all known each other before. They gave me a whole bottle of Hennessy to myself, and the night was just fun.
By 11 p.m., I was so engrossed with the groove I didn’t even know time had gone. I told him I wanted to go but he refused. He said he didn’t want me to go, that we were going to an apartment from there. That’s when I realized this was deeper than I thought. Around 1 a.m. when we got to the apartment, music was low, lights dim, and it was obvious this wasn’t just a normal “afterparty.”
He took me to one room and asked me to freshen up. When I was done he handed me this bright red, very sexy lingerie and insisted I wear it. I don’t know what came over me, but I just obeyed. It was almost like he had me under a spell.
We went downstairs, I looked across the room and I saw the other girl dressed in the same kind of red lingerie I was wearing and dancing in an erotic manner for the other men. I didn’t act surprised, I was drinking and just waiting to see how this night would turn out. He asked me to stand up and dance, at first I thought he meant normal dance. I told him I didn’t want to dance alone and asked him to join me, he said no, that he wanted me to entertain him just like the other girl was doing. I laughed it off thinking he was joking, but he pressed. When I hesitated, he leaned closer and asked, “How much do you want me to pay you to dance?”
At first I wanted to turn the offer down but I thought about it and I realized I had nothing to lose and money was involved. So I asked him how much he was willing to pay and he said 200K. I thought to myself, just to dance 200K? I bargained a little, and finally he agreed to 250K. No videos, just vibes. At that point, the Igbo girl in me said, take the money nwanyi.
I stood up. The music came on, slow and heavy, and I started moving. At first I was stiff, shy, but the drinks gave me courage. I rolled my hips (Shakira must have been proud of me that night). The red lingerie made it bold, and the way they screamed and clapped fueled me.
Their eyes followed every move. Some of them laughed and covered their mouths, others leaned forward with hunger in their eyes. They slipped cash into my lingerie, threw more cash at me playfully, begged me to go slower, then faster. The more they reacted, the more I lost myself in it.
For those few minutes, I wasn’t just some girl who came for a job interview. I was their entertainment, their fantasy. And deep down, I was enjoying it.
By the end, I was drenched in sweat, I realized I had a hidden talent that night. The music, the lights, the alcohol, the handsome men, their voices urging me on… it was like a scene from a movie.
I didn’t get the job I applied for. But I got something else: a memory, of earning money in the most unexpected way, also discovering a wild side of myself I didn’t know existed.
I won’t want to go into much detail of how the night ended but till today, whenever I see red lingerie, that night flashes back in my mind: the sound of their voices, the feel of the music, the way I became someone else in that moment.
After that night we never saw each other again. He didn’t call me and I tried calling him several times all to no avail. I know to him and his friends they might think they used me that night, but to me I don’t feel that way because in the end everyone was happy.
