<p>Episode 2<br />
<figure id="attachment_418" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-418" style="width: 200px" class="wp-caption alignnone"><img src="https://dodeyescorner.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/IMG_2647-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" class="size-medium wp-image-418" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-418" class="wp-caption-text">Ada</figcaption></figure></p>
<p>I am to do as a man pleases<br />
I dare not argue with him or even disagree<br />
I am a woman<br />
A man&#8217;s reward is all I&#8217;m worthy of<br />
My name is Ada<br />
My uncle taught me this</p>
<p>Read Episode one <a href="https://dodeyescorner.com/2018/03/22/diary-working-girl/">Here</a></p>
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<p>My parents decided to put me in a boarding school when I was in jss2. My uncle warned me about boys when he dropped me in school, he told me they would lie and deceive me.<br />
 &#8220;I will miss you so much Ada&#8221; he said to me as he was about to drive off<br />
I smiled and looked at him, I felt free but I couldn&#8217;t say. I was tired of having him in my bed every time we were home alone together. The chocolates were no more taking the pain away and when I told him, he started including money. I liked my rewards but I didn&#8217;t like the pain, at least not from him, but I am a woman and my job is to please a man. My uncle always reminded me.<br />
 I looked way bigger than my peers, it used to make me uncomfortable until I got into boarding school and started receiving favours from male senior students. I didn&#8217;t understand why they gave me things without requesting something from me, my uncle used to only grant my request after sleeping with me.<br />
 One day I got to the dinning hall late , I knew I would be punished or flogged by those huge prefects but I went anyways.<br />
Hey, why are you late? The dining hall prefect asked me<br />
I&#8230; I&#8230;. I was&#8230;. I kept stammering<br />
&#8220;That&#8217;s my school daughter, leave her&#8221; a nice looking senior student said as I was still trying to explain myself<br />
&#8220;You&#8217;re lucky &#8221; the dining prefect told me and ordered me to go in.<br />
I went in thinking about why the senior called me his school daughter. I didn&#8217;t know him, I had never seen him before but I was thankful. I escaped Cain and punishment.<br />
 On my way for night prep the same day, I saw the senior that saved me. I turned my face and started walking quickly so that he won&#8217;t see me and I won&#8217;t have to talk to him..<br />
&#8220;Ada, Ada&#8221; I heard him call me<br />
I was surprised he knew my name. I stopped and waited for him as he was walked up to me.<br />
&#8220;Thank you senior for what you did earlier&#8221; I told him immediately we got close enough to hear each other without screaming<br />
&#8220;You deserve more Ada&#8221; he told me<br />
My eyes widened, I managed a smile<br />
&#8220;Thank you senior&#8221; I said smiling<br />
&#8220;Follow me to my cubicle, come and do prep with me&#8221; he offered<br />
It was an exciting offer, junior students took pride in doing prep with seniors in their cubicle. All prefects in my school had a cubicle in a big building where they stayed for afternoon and night prep. According to what I heard, it is a really nice place with a bed, Air conditioning, etc .I used to hear my mates brag about doing prep with their school mothers and fathers.<br />
&#8220;Thank you senior but I&#8217;ll read in my class&#8221; I told him<br />
&#8221; I will appreciate if you do this one thing for me pls&#8221; He begged<br />
I remembered my uncle and all he taught me. &#8220;He said a gift from a man is payment for a service you rendered or will render in future&#8221; if paying the senior was to do prep with him, then it wasn&#8217;t so bad I thought as I nodded my head and followed him to his cubicle.<br />
 &#8221; I have been watching you for quite sometime now&#8221; he told me<br />
I smiled and looked at him, not sure how to feel about the information.<br />
&#8221; You are one of the prettiest girls in this school and I&#8217;ve been craving to have you close to me like this&#8221; he said<br />
&#8220;Thank you senior &#8221; I replied<br />
&#8220;Call me Roland&#8221; he told me<br />
I continued with my assignment but I noticed him staring at me the whole time, it was uncomfortable but I was a bit flattered&#8230;<br />
&#8220;Come to the bed Ada, I want us to talk &#8221; Roland said to me<br />
I got up from the chair and went to the bed sitting at the edge. He knelt down behind me massaging my neck, then I felt his hand move down to my breast. I got up and walked to the door.<br />
&#8220;Where are you going &#8221; he asked me<br />
&#8220;Pls can you not do this ?&#8221; I begged him<br />
I like you Ada and I don&#8217;t want to force you but you have to cooperate with me.<br />
&#8220;Come back here&#8221; he ordered with a voice that shook the cubicle<br />
I walked close to him, tears rolling down my eyes. I thought coming to school meant escaping my uncle but now I&#8217;m here in front of someone else trying to do the same thing to me<br />
He pushed me to the bed, took off my clothes and his then he laid on top of me. He didn&#8217;t give me soft kisses like my uncle, he didn&#8217;t touch me in sensitive places like my uncle did to make me feel a bit of pleasure. He just opened my legs wide and put his D into me squeezing my breasts and telling me how sweet i am.<br />
I was in pains but he was enjoying it. I laid there crying till he finished..<br />
&#8221; I will protect you and provide for you as long as I&#8217;m in this school, and as long as you keep coming here&#8221; he said and kissed my forehead as we stepped out of the cubicle to go back to the hostel.</p>
<p>To be continued </p>
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DIARY OF A WORKING GIRL II
