Securing The Bag (The Lagos Hustle)

Mr Doings

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JECINCTA

"His name is Mr Doings, he is really rich, like super rich, but he likes his things coded which is understandable because of his position...."

"Mr doings? what kind of name is that?" I interrupted her

Fifi giggled, "oh funny! his real name is one Brian something but he likes me to call him mister doings" 

I was still a bit confused, "What does it mean?" 

"it means he has doings now, according to him, if money was a verb it'll be called doings..hahaha, don't worry you'll see what I mean....just let him enjoy you, once he likes you, he'll spoil you with so much unimaginable things"

It was exactly 4 days since our first discussion, Fifi was prepping me up for my date with Mr Brian something, (I couldn't bring myself to call him Mr Doings)
An uber was going to drive me to an exclusive 5 star hotel where he'll be waiting, then we'll have dinner. From there it was either to the room for the night or we could go clubbing first, it depended on his mood.
"hmmm....for someone that you say likes to stay coded he sure likes to enjoy o" I observed

"babe believe me you'll come and thank me tomorrow, oya come let's decide on what you'll wear...this gown is short and the front brings out your boobs well, but this crop top won't be bad, your cute bellybutton will just drive him nuts"

"abeg o fifi..." I couldn't stop my pulse from racing as I considered the line I was about to cross... but then again; what was the big deal? not like you're the first or only girl to do this, what the hell is wrong with you sef?
Somehow Fifi's scolding voice had managed to end up in my head and it seemed to have retired my conscience of late.
I chose the gown, my belly button was too sensitive.

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I had never been to a supposed 5 star restaurant or hotel before and I was in for quite a shock when the driver pulled up at the curb and hurriedly turned around to open my door.
"oh it's not necessary," I opened the door before he could get round the hood. Then he did one better and hurried to the restaurant door, holding the elegant glass handles open for me.
I shook my head but smiled. Luckily there was no one around to view the embarrassing scene. As I walked through the doors, I wondered why that was so, at the very least there would be a doorman? The restaurant was in a totally different wing from the very popular hotel and stood on its own, surely there'll be other guests having dinner, other cars in the lots.....but everywhere was empty.
Inside was beautiful, colourful chandeliers hung from mirrored ceilings, the red carpet was spotless and the tablecloth had symmetric patterns that went with the huge curtains on the wall beside the giant ac units.
All the tables were empty, the chairs were faced down like the restaurant was closed but the a/c was on and soft music was playing from two small speakers on the ceiling. I liked the song playing; Dido-life for rent.
Finally I spotted him at the very last table on the last row. Actually I noticed the red glow of a cigarette first before recognizing the refined looking older man smoking the cuban. He looked cool and even though I didn't know much about men's suite it was obvious his was pretty expensive. He signaled me with his index finger, which on getting closer I noticed was perfectly manicured and stuffed in a golden lion head ring. He said nothing for some seconds, just stared at me intensely with a kind of awed look in his eye, then he gestured for me to sit, "please dear, have a sit"
Somehow his voice wasn't what I had expected. I guess he looked so alpha that I had expected him to have a deep baritone that would somehow resonate the power he seemed to effortlessly exclude. Instead he had a kind of high pitch, almost like he didn't have an Adam's apple. The thought made me smile, and he seemed to take the smile in good faith cause he smiled too.
I sat down and he offered his hand.
"Sweetheart, nice to meet you. I'm mister Doings"
I clasped his hand in mine, they were cold.
"I'm Jessy," I offered sweetly. Did he just seriously introduce himself as Mr doings?