Part 1, Natiffah in danger

Natifah was her name. She was 4ft tall, light skinned with round eyes and a figure like a cocacola bottle. She had black hair that she had styled as blonde, was soft spoken but lethal. He art was so good, she played the customers so well and always came back with huge tips. She was the rock who always made money against all odds. She was the most adored in my agency and I liked he resilience.

Because of her being smart, I always sent her to high-end clients. Those who could pay so well. So it was no mistake that I sent her to this Kenyan minister. But I had never noticed her craving for power, money and more power. That night when she got to spend time with the Kenyan Minister, magic must have happened.

The next day when she returned, she told me she was headed to Kenya for a little holiday. She wanted a visa proceed, air ticket paid. I felt my instincts sense otherwise. Never underestimate the persistence of paranoia. Its always a sign that something is not right.

True, girls used to go on trips like these with their clients just to please and make them happy. But this one was strange. The Kenyan minister never seemed the kind that would want such kind of service. But since he had paid, I did not have an issue.

2 days later, Natifah landed in Nairobi, rang the Minister and she was told to head to Nakuru and meet the big man. There, a party had been prepared with all the big shots in the Kenyan government. The Party was held at Sarova Woodlands . Mt girl told me it was massive. People drunk, partied and enjoyed themselves. The Minister introduced Natifah as his mistress. This was strange. I could see everything on camera. These cameras were our way of seeing everything and protecting the girls.

Of course, she did her job to the Kenyan minister that night and all is history.
The next day, I thought Natifah would be on a plane back to South Africa but NO!! She stayed more days. She had been booked at Sarova woodlands for a week. And then, the inevitable happened! Her room was swept clean, everything confiscated, our cams disconnected and her passport taken. Natifah had fallen in the hands of evil. Her life was in danger! What followed next is a matter of legend.

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