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    Why I went back home with my tail between my legs

    As many know, I have to cut my trip short because of some red flags. I am now trapped in a small hotel room in Oslo, and have to suffer my 14 days of isolation, since I have nothing better to do but sit on my bed, eat, Netflix, touch myself and then watch some more porn, I think I should tell you why I ran. At all went back to the crazy week, (No, I still don’t think I want to tell that story, not yet*), I met a guy, Alamini, introduced by Mr. K, of course. He is a manager of a high-class brothel. ( No, we didn’t have sex*) As later on, I went backpacking by myself, I met him again in the lobby of my hotel, at first, it seem he was here to “drop” some girls, be of good intention, I had a small chat with him on the dinner table, he does not fuck around and go straight to the point, he want to hire me as a whore, a white girl to ” heat up” the place. In his own words “It would just be a day or two, wouldn’t take long, afterward, I can find someone to show you the city, and of course the slum.” ( He knew I wanted to visit the slum last time we met*). Of course, as you all know, I am a total slut when it come to sex, working in Africa whorehouse would be one of my ultimate fantasies, that said, fantasy is fantasy, reality would be another story, besides I have zero idea of that guy. I maybe horny, I am far from stupid, so I have to say no to him, politely of course. And Alamini did not take it well, it is not hard to see he is not a person who would take no as an answer, especially from a woman, he sees women as Inferior, this has shown time and time again back when I first met him. He threaten me saying, his gang is running the slum and they do not take no as an answer, I am nothing but Mr. K’s whore, so work for him would be just the same. Luckly, we were in the public restaurant of the hotel, so he finally backed off, but before he left, he said I will hear from him again and this time I better change my mind. I went back to my hotel room, not really sure what I should do, not long after, I got a phone call from Mr. K, it seems they have contacted, Alamini must thought I was Mr, K’s escort, Mr. K assured, he did not send Alamini, he worked on his own, he also said, Alamini can be trusted, he is just a bit “Kenyan”, whatever that means, and in the end, it's up to me to decide whether I want to work for him or not. At first, I thought nothing of it, but as I decided to spend the next day in the hotel, just so I can rest before going on another adventure, I met Alamini again, of course, he said, he was here to pick up the girls. Yet I had never seen any girls of his, a bit more red flags as I kept getting some unfriendly look from across the street when I went to get my coffee. I found out his brothel was near the slum and that area is famous on human trafficking and other major crimes like kidnaping. So I ran, as fast as I can, took the first flight leaving Kenya, went to Paris then Oslo. Well, it was… exciting. Luckly, nothing bad happened.
     
      Posted on : Mar 5, 2021
     

     
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    Commented on Mar 6, 2021
    you certainly have a very vivid imagination xxx
     
    tim7086
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    Commented on Mar 5, 2021
    Repost for segment

    As many know, I have to cut my trip short because of some red flags. I am now trapped in a small hotel room in Oslo, and have to suffer my 14 days of isolation, since I have nothing better to do but sit on my bed, eat, Netflix, touch myself and then watch some more porn, I think I should tell you why I ran.

    At all went back to the crazy week, (No, I still don’t think I want to tell that story, not yet*), I met a guy, Alamini, introduced by Mr. K, of course. He is a manager of a high-class brothel. ( No, we didn’t have sex*)

    As later on, I went backpacking by myself, I met him again in the lobby of my hotel, at first, it seem he was here to “drop” some girls, be of good intention, I had a small chat with him on the dinner table, he does not fuck around and go straight to the point, he want to hire me as a whore, a white girl to ” heat up” the place. In his own words “It would just be a day or two, wouldn’t take long, afterward, I can find someone to show you the city, and of course the slum.” ( He knew I wanted to visit the slum last time we met*).

    Of course, as you all know, I am a total slut when it come to sex, working in Africa whorehouse would be one of my ultimate fantasies, that said, fantasy is fantasy, reality would be another story, besides I have zero idea of that guy. I maybe horny, I am far from stupid, so I have to say no to him, politely of course.

    And Alamini did not take it well, it is not hard to see he is not a person who would take no as an answer, especially from a woman, he sees women as Inferior, this has shown time and time again back when I first met him. He threaten me saying, his gang is running the slum and they do not take no as an answer, I am nothing but Mr. K’s whore, so work for him would be just the same.

    Luckly, we were in the public restaurant of the hotel, so he finally backed off, but before he left, he said I will hear from him again and this time I better change my mind. I went back to my hotel room, not really sure what I should do, not long after, I got a phone call from Mr. K, it seems they have contacted, Alamini must thought I was Mr, K’s escort, Mr. K assured, he did not send Alamini, he worked on his own, he also said, Alamini can be trusted, he is just a bit “Kenyan”, whatever that means, and in the end, it's up to me to decide whether I want to work for him or not.


    At first, I thought nothing of it, but as I decided to spend the next day in the hotel, just so I can rest before going on another adventure, I met Alamini again, of course, he said, he was here to pick up the girls.

    Yet I had never seen any girls of his, a bit more red flags as I kept getting some unfriendly look from across the street when I went to get my coffee. I found out his brothel was near the slum and that area is famous on human trafficking and other major crimes like kidnaping.

    So I ran, as fast as I can, took the first flight leaving Kenya, went to Paris then Oslo.

    Well, it was… exciting. Luckly, nothing bad happened.
     




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