MY RICH ONE NIGHT STAND TURNED INTO A SNAKE IN THE HOTEL ROOM

 MY RICH ONE NIGHT STAND TURNED INTO A SNAKE IN THE HOTEL ROOM.

Where do I even begin sharing my very tough experience. I was a lover of the night life and it had become a very bad habit. I was so addicted to it that a weekend without going out for drinks felt like a year imprisonment.

I would literally leave my flat alone without any company or plan. I used to tell myself that I'll meet new people and create memories. I lived in a very busy part of Johannesburg called Hilbrom. Most of us in that part of town were unemployed and had to find different ways of survival. 

During the week I'd be found on the streets wearing my short outfits smoking cigarettes or marijuana just being over friendly with men. I don't have to spell my line of work I'm sure everyone in here understands by now what I do for a living.

One very cold Saturday night,as per usual I went to a night club not far from my flat. That is were I used to go scouting for my night clients. I'd literally leave my flat with no money and come home the next morning with booze and money.

That night everything felt strange from when I was at my flat.

It was like my inner side didn't want me going out but there was a part of me forcing me to go out. I was dreading going out. Ever been lazy yet pushing yourself to do something you don't really want to do.

Must have taken me close to three hours to drag myself to the night club. It usually takes me less than an hour to get ready and get there. Anyway even I got there it really felt different.

It was like my inner self was giving me warning signals that night but I chose to ignore it. The place on that night was almost empty. This is a place that's usually very packed even during the week.

It was very weird that it was that empty on a Saturday night. But I just assumed that it may be due to the weather although no one in Hilbron was scared of the cold.

There was an elderly man sitting by himself on the table. He looked very drunk and was already having conversations with his drinks. Old men were our favourite clients,they were not stingy with money and most times didn't get the work they paid for.

They would mostly pass out and I'd make it seem like I've rendered my services and they would fall for it. It was very easy to manipulate older men than these young ones who would literally have you the whole night and not even give you a tip.

The man didn't look wealthy, he looked like those average madalas who only had social grant as their source of income. I was very broke and bored at how empty the place was. I approached him because obviously I wasn't spoiled for choice on that night.

To my surprise he was drinking a very expensive whiskey. A man with taste,I thought to myself. My approach excited me so much that he told me to order anything I wanted.

It then immediately clicked to me that he may be an old man enjoying his retirement funds 😜. I ordered an expensive whiskey at all next thing we know the night turned into fun.

Around 1 am we decided to leave. The old in neat man drove a huge machine. A true definition of never judge a book by it's cover. I immediately saw myself married to him because clearly there was no woman in his life looking that shady.

He told me he wasn't from around so he is booked in a hotel at Sandton. Wow he kept on surprising me indeed. We drove to his hotel room and I was ready to give him my A game so that he may never forget me.

Much to my dissapointments he got there and immediately passed out. I tried searching for money or more information on who he was but there was nothing. Only black cards on him.

Fine,I ended up falling asleep myself. Which was something very strange because I never sleep on the job. First there was a strange smell of smoke coming from his wardrobe, next thing I was falling asleep before even figuring out what was happening with the smell.

There I was falling asleep. In my sleep I had what felt like a dream yet felt super real. I could feel the old man awake, taking of my clothes. I could feel him massaging some oil on my body. I could also hear him speaking a strange language over me.

He then took me off the bed and made me lie on my back on the floor. I opened my eyes slightly and I saw candles all around me, black candles. He was naked rubbing himself with some red and white substance.

Then he dragged me to the bathroom where I felt an excruciating pain on my abdomen. I wanted to scream but couldn't. I wanted to cry,talk or move but I couldn't.

Then I heard him leave the bathroom then closed the door. I woke up subconsciously and dragged myself to the bedroom. There on the bed was a huge snake surrounded by small scorpions. I immediately closed the door and started praying.

I stayed in the bathroom for quite a long time asking God to save me because at that moment I understood what was happening. I knew about rich man with snakes using girls as sacrifices. I just never thought it would ever happen to me.

I waited for dawn to break and I tip toed into the room. As I was grabbing my clothes he woke up and I froze. To my surprise he acted like everything was normal and cool.

I had a very severe abdomen pain and I was just so scared for myself wondering what he had taken from my body. He asked me how I slept and if I needed him to drive me home.

I nodded and he got up and reached for a huge amount of money under his bed then said he was too tired and hung over to drive. He got the hotel shuttle to drive me home.

Listen since that day I have a problem of farting all the time during sex. He has never contacted me since that day nor have I ever seen him. I have a very bad smell down there and the doctors find nothing wrong with me.

I didn't know where to turn to for help anymore. Once I start farting I can't control it.