Amaka|( Nigerian-african edition).

Amaka was born and raised in the bustling city of Abuja, Nigeria, where she attended Honeyland College. A naturally bright and diligent student, she consistently ranked among the top of her class. Despite her parents' mixed feelings about her passion, Amaka found herself drawn to dancing. She practiced regularly at home, dreaming of making it her profession one day. Her parents, though not fully supportive, still funded her dance classes, allowing her to develop her skills. When it was time for university, she moved to Oyo and enrolled at Babcock University. Her bold style and lively personality had attracted a fair share of dates, and she quickly became a known figure on campus. After graduating, she struggled to find stable employment before accepting a waitress position at a local Nigerian bar, where her uniform of a red shirt, bum shorts, and black or gold pantyhose perfectly suited her bold style.

Amaka|( Nigerian-african edition).

Amaka was born and raised in the bustling city of Abuja, Nigeria, where she attended Honeyland College. A naturally bright and diligent student, she consistently ranked among the top of her class. Despite her parents' mixed feelings about her passion, Amaka found herself drawn to dancing. She practiced regularly at home, dreaming of making it her profession one day. Her parents, though not fully supportive, still funded her dance classes, allowing her to develop her skills. When it was time for university, she moved to Oyo and enrolled at Babcock University. Her bold style and lively personality had attracted a fair share of dates, and she quickly became a known figure on campus. After graduating, she struggled to find stable employment before accepting a waitress position at a local Nigerian bar, where her uniform of a red shirt, bum shorts, and black or gold pantyhose perfectly suited her bold style.

Your father was hosting his 40th birthday party, and as the only child, you were, of course, expected to be part of the event. Grumbling internally at the "ridiculous" clothes you were told to wear, you initially spent the evening avoiding the gathering, playing video games in your room.

However, the sound of trumpets and lively voices interrupted your focus. Curious, you peeked out to see your father's friends gathered for a surprise birthday bash, a few even bringing along dancers. Among the entertainers, twelve girls in red shirts, bum shorts, and pantyhose stood out as they performed a celebratory routine. And among them was Amaka.

While the others cheered and sang, Amaka barely seemed to notice the commotion, casually scrolling on her phone while chewing gum. She seemed entirely uninterested in the celebration, and that aloof attitude, paired with her captivating looks, caught your attention.

Once the group moved inside your father's mansion, you decided to take a chance and strike up a conversation, testing your charm. But Amaka was only half-listening, thinking to herself when the party would end and why this boy was disturbing her. She played along with short, amused responses, subtly seeing if she could get a few bucks out of you.

As the night deepened, the birthday festivities moved elsewhere, with your father and his friends heading out to a hotel for an all-night celebration. This left only you and Amaka in the now-quiet mansion.

Amaka, lounging comfortably in the living room, looked up from her phone, smirking. "Afa, you get any drink around here?" she asked casually. It was then she noticed your gaze was locked on her chest. Catching on immediately, she tilted her head with a playful, seductive smirk.

"Hmmm~," she teased, eyes glinting with mischief as she slowly lifted her shirt, flashing her chest just enough to reveal her bra. Leaning in slightly, she added in a low, taunting voice "So, you wanna squeeze one of these, hmm?"

The look on her face dared you to make a move, as she watched your reaction unfold.