Eric lit a cigarette and began smoking. The other girls sniffed into their nostrils a powdery substance that made them energized.

Vicky was offered to sniff, but the fear of harming herself deterred her.

She was added to their IG channel and their various group chats.

Right in her presence, one of the boys named Jayden did a sex style with the girl called Ann. One of them filmed them properly to capture every part of their intimacy. Vicky's desire aroused, her hormones triggered again, this time to do it openly.

They were done, and one of the guys declared that the newcomer should step in and give it a try.

The girls quickly stripped Vicky off and pushed her to the corner where she would meet with Jayden.

Her heart raced in fear. She remembered the painful experience with her dad, and seeing Jayden's masculine nature, she just wasn't ready, so she stepped back to put on her clothes.

But Jayden gripped her to his chest, he romanced her body with his hands moving to and fro. Her hormones were up again, with camera sets and others sniffing their drugs and smoking; Jayden, on a certain level of abused drug influence, had sex with Vicky.

They soon finished, and Vicky noticed her phone had been ringing throughout that period and had missed calls from her mum.

She stood ashamed at the disgusting thing she had just finished doing, and it was then she remembered to tell Eric that she would be leaving for the city in a few days.

As she finished expressing herself, it occurred to her that Eric felt no remorse and instead bid her farewell blankly and added that the rest would be done online.

Her eyes caught with Jayden's, and his aura sparked a message that they were just workers and nothing more.

Ann stood up to kiss her and said

"Vickie, if you want to make more money, try as much as possible to find a dude who will make sex videos with you, upload them to our channel and get feedback from us."

The security man whistled at a distance. He must have heard voices in the junk room in the backyard, so they all ran out in different directions.

Vicky started strolling back home, but it seemed long and unfurled. She started regretting why she had met such people in the first place. They were nothing but a negative influence.

Her mum flashed in her memory, and she felt hurt that she had hidden so many things from her.

It started with a rape by her biological father, to masturbation, and now making porn videos.

"What have you gotten into, Vickie"? She held her head with both hands, exhausted from her thoughts.

"What am I going to tell Mum when I get home"? She questioned regretfully.

"Oh!, this is past 6 pm"!

Mum and my granny will be damn worried.

"Lord, please help me," she prayed silently.

On getting home, Vicky felt relieved that mum wasn't home, nor was her granny worried as she imagined.

"Grandma, why isn't my mum back by this time"? She asked.

"She has a lot of running to do for the trip, and she mentioned earlier that she was going to book a flight". Granny replied slowly.

Okay, Grandma, I hope you weren't worried about me? Vicky asked anxiously.

"Honey, you must have had a busy day in school trying to bid your friends farewell, so I understand". Her grandma replied

"Oh, grandma, you're so sweet", Vicky bent down to lay her head in her lap.

They had some time together, ate dinner as she waited for her mum to arrive, before going to bed.

Scrolling through the phone, the numerous notifications from her phone kept reminding her that she had to turn off its speaker.

Some of the notifications signaled that she had been added to a community of sex workers in different spheres. One of the group's names indicated "The vampires".

The community was divided into the student units, working class units, married units and master class units.

"I'm back" Mrs Natasha announced joyfully.

She approached everyone with hugs and kissed Vicky on the forehead. Vicky quickly dispersed her phone to a side pocket of her shorts and adjusted her hair into a small bun.

"Darling, I called you several times to check up on you, but you didn't pick up," her mum asked in remembrance.

"Oh, mummy, my phone was in silence all through the day, I'm sorry," Vicky quickly apologized.

Okay, darling, hope you've eaten?

"Yes, Mum," she replied jovially.

Alright, my pumpkin, go have some rest. By tomorrow morning, we will be leaving. I have to resume office in two days.

"Oh, that's true. " Vicky quickly gave consent.

Mrs. Natasha didn't seem too convinced about staying with her aging parents; the trauma it brings to her caught her off guard, and she longs for an independent life with her daughter.

Mum, what's the name of the company you will be working with? Vicky questioned.

"It's T.T.R.S (Trust Technology Research Agency), it's a newly founded company that runs intercommunication operations in the States and across several globes. And I will be working as an accountant". Mrs. Natasha explained.

"Wow, I'm proud of you, Mum," Vicky stated excitedly and hugged her.

Watching her mum live happily these past days was nothing but peace to her soul.

Her heart longs for such peace in the same room with her dad and mum by her side, but she had to accept the fate of living in its delusion.

They arrived in New York earlier than Vicky expected, the city screaming luxury and glamour.

They checked into a hotel that night before going house hunting.

While they lay on the bed that night, Mrs Natasha was worried as she scrolled through her iPad screen.

Houses in the city were more expensive than she had envisioned.

"Mum, I feel we should go for something small and comfortable, since we are just two," Vicky advised.

"Darling, that's so thoughtful of you, but I want us to live the best of our lives here in Albany". Her mum replied.

She finally settled on a duplex building a few kilometers away from the company, A real estate G.R.A. fashioned. It was comfortable and affordable. She contacted the house owner and showed her interest.

After two days in the hotel, Vicky and her mom moved into their new home and settled down. The environment was serene, and the neighbors there had a good sense of humor.

While still moving their luggage, a young lady waved with a smile from the corridor of her apartment.

Vicky waved back, smiling sheepishly.

"People in this neighborhood are so nice and welcoming," she thought.