Lass of Lust #ProjectNigeria

Chapter 2

Fumnaya clambered out of the cab and paid the driver her transport fare. She looked from the crumpled piece of paper she had written the location in to the tall gates of Pentagon. A bole seller was by the side toasting her yam and fried fish which filled Fumn's nostrils and made her stomach growl.

She walked to where the woman was not for the purpose of actually buying because she didn't have much money on her. She only wanted to ask a few questions.

"Good afternoon ma," Fumn greeted picking at a small pimple on her nose. She was very nervous. She had never worked in a club before and she felt the staffs would be intimidating. Fumn was dressed in a jean skirt and a brown long sleeve. She had loosened her natural hair and packed it up.

"Yes my dear, good afternoon. Are you looking for someone?"

Fumn briefly smiled and nodded as she fanned the flames to roast her plantain faster.

"I was asked to come for an interview by the manager of this place. And I have been calling him since but he is not picking."

"Are you sure you have the right number?" The woman queried speculatively.

"Yes I do," Fumn confirmed. "It's already past 1pm and we were supposed to meet by twelve actually. The issue was that I got lost on the way, that's why I am late."

"Well, you can sit down here till he comes. I'll let you know if he passes by," the woman offered cleaning a sit for her.

Fumn thanked the lady and sat down. Few minutes later, a middle aged man who had been eyeing her across the street from his store front crossed the road and pretended as if he wanted to buy food. Meanwhile, it was obvious it was her he came for.

He tapped her by the shoulder and Fumn jarred as she had been observing an older man stepping out from his car. He had sparse gray hairs which was neatly combed and with a light stubble on his chin. He also had a nice pot belly that Fumn imagined rubbing softly. He took a good look at his apple series watch before heading through the gate.

Fumn sucked in a sharp breath when the man spared her a glance. The way he walked commandingly in his brown boots made Fumn feel like the man owned the place. The bole seller who was by her side greeted him as he waved at her and smiled revealing his straight white teeth and deep set dimples.

Fumn couldn't speak. Right from time, she had a thing for older men. She couldn't tell if it was because of the number of knowledgeable years they'd spent on Earth or that most of them knew how to handle a lady in bed. Which was an added bonus by the way. She glanced at the man mumbling nonsense since with grease staining his hand.

He was a mechanic obviously and a poor one at that. Fumn sneered. She had no use for those kind of unrefined people but her mouth watered as the delectable scent of fish wafted through her. She fake smiled at the man who was asking for her number and pretended to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

His gaze was fixed on the soft lips that Fumn consciously bit and he cleared his throat and asked if she was hungry and wanted food to eat. Fumn nodded her head innocently and the man placed an order for a good amount of plantain with fish. It didn't take long for it to prepared as it had already been on the fire.

Fumn thanked the guy and dug in silently. But not before punching her digits into the man's button phone. Fumn wasn't going to say she hated the way guys came after her because she was light skinned and pretty with high cheekbones. Most at times, she used it to her advantage to get what she wanted.

She didn't sleep with men for money like most girls in Portharcourt routinely did. She had sex only when she wanted to satisfy her lustful desires. And that never happened with guys who weren't handsome or well to do. Fumn valued her worth as a woman.

Fumnaya wiped the ends of her mouth with a serviette paper and washed her hands in a bowl. She wasn't looking when a tall slim guy passed the security post flashing his work ID. After the used plates had been cleared off for washing, Fumn took out her phone to call the manager.

He picked on the third ring and told her he was inside the bar seated and waiting for her. Fumn's brows furrowed. She had been closely watching the cars that drove by but she didn't see when he got in. She dusted her butt, thanked the woman once again for her food and pushed the gate open.

Fumn didn't have much time to gawk at the breathtakingly magnificent view in front of her with height that towered to the sky and bright colored lamps hanging from the high ceiling. She walked straight to what she supposed was the bar and looked around to see if she could spot the manager. He caught her eye and gestured for her to head inside.

Fumn wasn't going to lie. When she heard the word 'club manager', she had been expecting a muscular dude with tattoos and the rest. The lanky guy she saw didn't make the cut. She smiled as she took a seat opposite him, cautious because it was possible that he was already assessing her physically.

"Well," he clasped his hand on the plastic table. "I wasn't expecting someone who wanted to work at a club to dress like this?" Fumn tore her gaze away from the workers in uniform shuffling here and there, serving drinks to their customers.

She laughed shakily. "I guess you want to say that I look so innocent. But trust me, I am not."

"Hmmm." The manager held out a hand. "I am Ebitimi by the way." Fumn shook it firmly and introduced herself.

"So how did you manage coming to a club dressed like this?" It was obvious Ebitimi had assessed her and concluded she wasn't the kind of girl he was looking for.

"It's day time, so I thought why not?" She rubbed the back of her neck as Ebitimi eyed her warily.

"You look pretty by the way," Ebitimi commended. "Now, could you give me a reason why you chose this club amongst others?"

"I can't say. I just took a liking to the name without having seen it and I thought maybe it wouldn't hurt to try it out."

Ebitimi nodded understandingly. "So, do you have what it takes to work in a place like this? Fumn blew a breath scanning the grand complex.

"I should. I am very persuasive and efficient in what I do."

"Interesting. Can you show me how?"

Fumn's gaze was concentrated on the manager who didn't flinch one bit as she ran her tongue sensually over her lips and crossed her long legs. She began slowly unbuttoning her shirt till a bit of her cleavage was showing. She grinned as Ebitimi gulped and adjusted his seating position.

"You ju-st got t-he job," he stuttered, amazed.

Fumn exclaimed excitedly earning her a hard stare from a refined lady who was walking past with platform heels.

Speaking of intimidating.