Article: Sbu Mpungose from women24

The world is a tough place. The reality is that some women do become undercover prostitutes, even though they might look and act like the preacher's daughter and talk tough about being independent.

Not to be the one to cast the first stone, I will confess how easy it might be to fall into such a trap. Many years ago, as a student struggling to pay my rent and my Edgars account, a British man old enough to be my ancestor approached me to be his girlfriend.

A bit flattered, and taken in by the accent I'd only ever heard in James Bond movies, at first it didn't seem like such a bad idea. But mkhulu had seen better years and was not necessarily eye-candy. Looks were important at that stage, so in my best English accent, I declined.

Something about me must have screamed "Swimming in debt!" because he offered me R10 000 to have sex with him. His plan included a Sandton hotel and transferring money into my Bob-T account!

I was dumbfounded that he could be so desperate for sex. Even more surprising was that I took his number (yes I did) and entertained the offer for a whole day. R10 000 seemed like lotto millions and the answer to all my problems. I'd settle my bills, find a nice place to live, and maybe buy one or two pairs of shoes from Spitz.

Luckily, sanity finally reined me in. I wasn't overcome by a glorious epiphany, but I remembered my mother, who was breaking her back working for me while I considered opening the door to what could have been the biggest mistake of my short life. The poor woman had definitely raised me better than to be seduced by the thought of cash for shoes. And I must say, the thought of having sex with an old man on Viagra terrified me!

I was reminded of that experience last week in a discussion I had with a close male friend. He told me about complaints from guys who are not sure how to react when decent women ask for money in exchange for casual sex, even though it's clear they are really not into them.

Apparently a young lady had offered her services in exchange for a monthly down payment, saying to him, "You can fetch me any time you need me." I was asked if this is what is meant by the phrase "Friends with benefits."

Well, where I come from it's called prostitution, and for a fleeting moment I nearly became one.

What do you think? Do you know any women prepared to offer sex for money? Tell us in the comment box below.

This column originally appeared in Move! magazine, Township Talk. Sbu is the Editor of Move! magazine. Check her out in the latest issue now!

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