Entranced 18+

One

While being in this pleasure hall was fun and usually exciting, Azu was not feeling it today. He stared down at his watch, a little pissed he was running late for his four pm meeting. Madam Ini couldn't fit him in for sometime later in the evening so that was why he was here on a Tuesday evening.

His phone beeped, letting him know he had a text. The content of the message further annoyed him. They were the reason he was here in the first place. His best friend had gotten himself engaged recently and his woman suddenly wanted to fix Azu's life. He'd been instructed to come with a date to their engagement party and Aria had emphasized on the woman being decent.

"I don't want those your hook up girls," she'd said.

If not for Kachi, he'd have laughed over it and promptly ignored that instruction. But no. Kachi had to make him promise to come with someone presentable and even suggested it being the same person he'd bring to the wedding. The wedding ceremony was about three months away so that was asking for too much in his opinion. Anyway he'd promised to try.

Did Kachi and Aria expect him to find such date in a sex club? Probably not but he was short on time. The engagement party would be this weekend and he was fully booked for the rest of the week. Madam Ini's establishment was not so bad though. Apart from the sex business, she ran a low-key escort service on the side. Was it the same sex workers acting as escorts? He didn't know. Everyone in the club wore masks; from bar tenders to strippers.

He wasn't really a regular here too, only coming in when he was too busy for the chase.

"She will see you now," one of the masked women said to him, offering him a sultry smile before leading him out of the lounge.

His eyes remained glued to her jiggly ass as she led him to the office Madam Ini occupied.

"I'm Kay," the woman said, opening the door for him. "You can request for me after your meeting. I'd be pleased to indulge you." She winked before making her way to the elevator.

Madam Ini was seated at her desk when he walked in, a sort of ledger in front of her. So people in the prostitution business were also serious about their accounts?

"Mr. Ejiofor, sorry for the wait." She closed the ledger and set it aside. "I understand you have another appointment so let's skip to the order of business. What can I do for you?"

Madam Ini was always straightforward and for that he liked her.

"I need a woman to escort me to an engagement party. I need someone presentable. Someone who'll act dignified in public. This party is a high profile one."

"Hm." She picked up a tablet on her phone and began scrolling through. After a few seconds, she passed it to him. "How does she look?"

He looked at the picture of the dark skinned woman. It was like a passport photograph so he couldn't glean much but if Madam Ini was recommending her, he'd go with that option. Besides, he didn't have the luxury of time to be picky.

"Fine. I'd need to have a meeting with her to go through everything. I'm free around seven pm tomorrow. Can you set it up?"

"No problem. My secretary will help you out with the payment."

He nodded his head. This had better work out. If it didn't, he'd invite the first woman he could find.

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"Yes baby, just like that," Chief Orji moaned.

Ijeoma spread her legs wider so he could have a better view. She moved her hand faster against her clit and shut her eyes. The moans were easy to fake. She could always make her clients believe whatever she wanted them to believe.

"Ah.... harder."

She did as instructed.

"You're so good," he cried out. "Ah I'm coming."

And just like that, the old man climaxed. She slowly removed her hand from in between her legs and watched as he collapsed onto the bed.

"You never seize to amaze me," Chief Orji said. "I just hope next time you'll let me touch you."

"You know the rules," she teased. "I do the touching."

"There's something for you on the table. Use it to buy yourself dinner."

Ijeoma thanked him and slowly put on her clothes. Old men were always her favorite clients. They paid well for so little. A few minutes of blowjob, a masturbating show or even a lap dance was enough to settle them. Occasionally, she had younger clients, but only the few Madam Ini had vetted and made sure they understood the rules.

She made her way out of the room after getting dressed, then walked into the dressing room. It was usually empty by this time since most of their clients came at night. Once alone, she took off the mask, then shed her clothes. She never wore the clothes for the club back home. Infact, when she was here, she was a completely different person and preferred that nothing from here made it to her real life.

She got into the shower and began scrubbing. Like always, it took five showers for her to feel clean and by then her skin was raw and stinging. She soldiered through it as usual. Once she was back in her street clothes, she exited the bathroom. She walked freely without the mask because the dressing area and bathrooms were only accessed by the staff here. There was no risk of clients ever coming in. Even while leaving, they had a different door they used so they could come and go without fear of their identity being exposed.

She sat down on a couch and counted the money Chief had given her. It was the expected fifty thousand. Add that to what Madam Ini would give her and that would amount to almost a hundred and twenty thousand naira. It was good money for a few hours work.

She came in only on Tuesdays and some times Saturdays to work. While making her money, she was also working for information on the man. Right now, she knew his name was Azubuike Ejiofor and that he was an influential lawyer. Madam Ini had given her a lot of information on the man and added a little advice for her. He was a very suspicious man, so meeting him on her own would probably never happen. The best bet was for Madam Ini to set up the meeting.

She'd worked for the woman for a total of six years and had only ever seen Azubuike once. The man usually requested for the women to meet him outside. That had cemented Madam Ini's advice for her.

The door to the dressing room opened and she looked up to see Kay. The woman hated her and for what reason, Ijeoma was unsure. She wasn't even up to Kay's level in the club and she didn't make as much money as the woman. So the hatred was always surprising.

"You," Kay said. Ijeoma chose to ignore her since that was not her name.

"Delilah, it's you I'm talking to," she said again. Delilah was the name everyone here knew her as. She could go and come as she liked because no one here actually knew who she was, except Madam Ini that is.

"How can I help you?"

"Madam wants to see you in the office. She said it's urgent."

Ijeoma nodded and made her way to the office. She'd intended going there for her payment so it was not a big deal. She picked up her things, making sure nothing personal was left behind. The clothes, makeups, wigs and toiletries she used here, she made sure they were secured in her locker before going to Madam Ini's office.

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